Friday Night Update

Rule #456: Never partake in the consumption of cocktails with HughVoltage unless you are a seasoned veteran.

Since Friday night, I've gotten a pizza and played GTA IV all day on Saturday and took a break to watch "Good Luck, Chuck" at the behest of my neighbor that told me that I would love it. He was unaware of my deep seated resistance to Dane Cook. To be honest, it wasn't that bad. There were a lot of boobs in it for some reason and when supported with a cast, Dane Cook is not that bad. Perhaps, it is the way people describe him as like the white Richard Pryor. He's not entirely that awesome.

So, chase that with a Sunday at the parents' house with a soda tooth from too much Diet Coke while fulfilling the duties of being an uncle by playing with my niece and nephew, and you can call it a weekend.

Now, this morning, my neighbor came over and gave me the update. He told me that one of the dudes, not The Dave, got beat up by the cops and put in jail after I told him that I was going to the bathroom and split because it was obviously a bad idea to still be interacting with the public at that point.

Apparently, he told the cab driver that he only had twelve dollars, but would pay him when they got to the destination. This got lost in translation and the cabbie flagged down a cop driving by. Some vodka fueled resistance took place, one would imagine, and cut to him in the back of a cop car trying to kick out the window on the way to one of the beatings of his life. That's a hell of a birthday. Apparently, he is sporting a wicked shiner and a decent laceration down the side of his head, but still says he had a good time.

Now, as for The Dave, I've still got his credit card and he can't get a hold of me because he lost his cell phone. On top of that, as of today, he still hasn't been able to locate his car. Poor The Dave.

I have to feel a tiny bit guilty as my weekend has been severely uneventful since I snuck out of the bar from birthday boy, however, most people know what they are doing when we are imbibing. You must have an exit strategy in a situation like that.

So, as I sit here and admire my clean bathroom counter top and try to dissuade myself from vacuuming, I can't help but pour out a little coffee for my homies putting their lives back together after having drinks with the harbinger of discord.