Sybil Is A Trainwreck!

Lemme tell ya... I feel like I got hit by a train...TWICE!

I had the weekend that never ended. (None of it had to do with romance though)

On Friday night I went out to one of my usual spots, and was stalked by Dickhead. So I left there, drove like a bat out of hell so I could lose the dope, and when I did, I came home; parked my car in the driveway, went in the house and turned on the TV, and a living room light. After that was all taken care of, I went outside and
did a MacGyver stunt... (remember the 80's? WWMGD? What would MacGyver do?) I did the Navy Seal Commando stealth maneuver all around my house and neighborhood, making sure nobody was hiding and stalking. When I was sure I wasn't being watched, I walked (well... jogged) to the bar down the street from my house. Once inside, I proceeded to have a rip-roaring time because I knew I wouldn't be found.

Saturday night, I went to my usual hangout on the Island. Met up with a bunch of friends who kept the beer comming ... much too much beer, in fact. A good time was had by all.

Sunday, I awoke with a head the size of Asia, but I had to take my car to the carwash place and empty out the weeks of trash that had accumulated in it so that I could make room for my DJ gear. Once I had the car cleaned out and vacuumed, I came home and loaded up all the gear. At about 11am, I left and went to the casino (because I had about an hour to kill.) I made $400.00, then left there to head to the next town over to play a 50th birthday party gig. At the party was the entire family of this friend of mine. Let me say, her family are MAJOR party animals. Once again, the beer was not flowing, but POURING my way.

I was supposed to play from 2-6, but as is usually the case, the party was just getting started at 6 and they begged me to stay longer, so I ended up playing until 7:30.

After that, we got all my gear all loaded up again and went back to the Island to this very cool irish bar for a night of karaoke with my friends entire (very inebriated) family. And yet again, the beer was never ending.

I have never in my life drank for so long that I was sober by the end of the night, but yesterday that's exactly what happened. By midnight, I had drank myself sober. Go Figure!

At 1am, I left the Island, drove the 35 minutes home, and proceeded to unload the DJ gear from my car.

At 2am, I was drinking a cup of coffee, eating Excedrin like M&M's, and wishing I could still keep up with the big dogs.

At 5:45am this morning, my phone was ringing. It was Dickhead. I promptly ignored the calls.

At 6:00am this morning, my doorbell was ringing. It was Dickhead. I went to the door, and growled something like... "I'm trying to sleep. Fuck Off." I closed the door, and shut off ALL the phones.

At 1pm today, I was in a meeting; not able to focus on a single thing, and being of completely NO value to anybody.

At 3pm today, I was at the casino winning a ton of money.

At 7pm tonight, I was leaving the casino with empty pockets. Easy come, easy go.

And right now at 7:50pm, I am heading to the couch, hitting OnDemand, and watching last night's Soprano's episode.

I suspect by approximately 10pm I will be in a complete coma.

Seeyas