July 4th Weekend - Friday
Tuesday, July 05, 2005I originally had a big plan for Friday: Get up a little earlier than normal (7:30 instead of 8), take a half day at work, then get at least some of the things wrong with my car fixed, then head down to Madison so I could hang out with my Best Friend and have dinner, then hit State Street and party it up.
That whole plan got killed in a hurry.
Apparently when I set my alarm before going to sleep, I bumped the volume dial just right so that the alarm made zero noise when it went off. Getting up a little earlier turned into getting up 2.5 hours later. So I show up to work at 11 on day I had hoped to leave by 12. I had one project I really needed to finish before the weekend, (this is the whole reason for the half day) but luckily I thought it would be relatively simple.
Wrong.
It started out well, I actually thought I had it done an hour into the day. Sent it to the engineer, only to find out I forgot to do the hardest part. Spend 3 more frustrating hours figuring it out and then was VERY ready to go to Madison.
I packed, cobbled together a patch for my car's exhaust using Aluminum foil and Duck Tape (only worked well for about 2 blocks, must use more Duck Tape next time) and then headed to Madison via Chipotle. And let me tell ya, eating a big ass burrito while driving takes some talent!
SO, I roll into Madison about 9:30, watch the end of the Nascar race, then head out to party it up on State Street. For those of you not familiar, State Street and the area around it is pretty well know as one of the best places to go get plowed. It's a street that connect the State Capitol Building to the University of Wisconsin. Only Busses and Taxis allowed on it about 30 bars within a few blocks of it and a good time all around. There's a reason UW-Madison makes the list frequently of biggest drinking schools and why State Street has made it into ESPN, Playboy and a few other magazines as a great place to party.
Now, the Best Friend is definitely not shy about making an ass of himself by randomly saying odd things to females. At least this time he didn't run himself into the windows of any bars to freak out girls on the other side...
Needless to say, much whiskey diet was had at about 7 different bars. That and some fuzzy text messages with Birthday Girl made for a good night.
posted by Chief Slacker @ 9:40 AM,
1 Comments:
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At Tue Jul 05, 02:54:00 PM,
Becki said...
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Mmmmm Chipotle. The official burrito of both Ozzy and myself.