Cases and Cakes

The thing I missed most about house parties has been the rampant smell of stale beer. I awoke this morning at 5am to the sound of some jackass making love to his car horn. Thank God I was able to get back to my sound slumber. Next thing I know my clock is reading 8am and the cellie says it’s 9. I was slightly confused, then I remember today was spring ahead. I ‘lost’ an ‘hour’ of ‘sleep’. [DAMNIT! Do they have a 12-step to fix that or what?]
So I think it’s safe to say that yesterday was a success. I’m not hungover this morning. I know it sounds a little odd, but it’s because I was hungover as shit at 11o’clock last night. I ended up laying here on the couch last night watching SNL when Barnes called me to check in. Kid Ireland couldn’t make it up this weekend, but he’ll be here NEXT weekend – when coincidentally it will actually be St. Patty’s Day. So I have that to look forward to, which is nice...
I really wanted to come out here and note however that ALL of my predictions were wrong. My peoples of course got caught up here or there so we didn’t really get to catch up. Add that to the fact that I wasn’t about to go and spend my money on a $30 cover then a fucking bar tab. And we really weren’t going to see each other.
The day started as any day does. I woke up, mixed some pancake batter and had a beer. We had our first car bomb at 10:30 and it just went from there. By noon, I was hanging out the window yelling for women to bare their breasts, cursing out some assholes in Red Sox gear and making friends from two stories up. The parade started and I watched the Pitt game. I had no desire to watch the bands pass by. I was content to hear the bag pipes while watching the Panthers weather the second half surge of the Huskies and still come out on top.
Then came the shit show. We started playing cards. You know me, I run shit when it comes to cards. So I was doing my normal schtick, cracking jokes, dealing, telling the rules as we went along. And it came to my attention after the fact that I was scaring the normals. I guess I can be intimidating – who knew? I held on a little too long while playing fuck the dealer and I went through the entire deck. Next thing I know I’m sitting here still with my sunglasses on and some girl’s scarf, claiming to be the lost Jonas brother.
I think I can honestly say a good time was had by all. The party dwindled. The drama kicked in – on multiple fronts. And it was mainly the regulars chilling around the crib. We ordered some Benny’s and sat around waiting for it, when Abel dropped in. The food eventually came and we supped on some half warm Italian cuisine. Some of the boys were heading out to our favorite dive, they invited me. But that was it for me. I was way too hungover to go be a functional member of a drunken society. So I laid on the couch, traded some texts, took some phone calls and watched half of SNL. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have an Activia to keep me regular…
As an aside, I’ve recently discovered Hulu. I generally watch SNL clips, especially Lonely Island shorts. This morning I saw they have Rocky III in its entirety. I’ve never seen it all the way through. I just wanted to note that I think Hulk did more wrestling moves in that movie than he’s ever done in real life. And I still hate Talia Shire. And Gretchen Mol.