I did not win this weekend.

Blogging at work during my lunch hour. Gotta love it.

Somebody up there had it out for me this weekend. As Jesse put it, "Man, you're not winning today." It started out as any other weekend should, I treated the family out to dinner on Friday and decided I'd head out and wish my buddy Norm a happy birthday at Crime Scene Bar, the venue of his choice. I guess they call it Crime Scene for a reason because no less than 15 minutes after I arrived, a nice hometown fight erupted. Nice. The night went on...friends old and new all up in the piece, getting their groove on, it was business as usual. I went on to show everyone my pimple pierced man boob...in exchange for a drink. I got home at around 5am Saturday morning, after falling asleep in the diner parking lot for an hour and a half. I did this knowing full well I had to be up by 7am to pick up a U-Haul so I can move a truckload of boxes from the apartment to my dad's storage unit in Bayonne, NJ...one hour and a half away from Queens.

Here's where the streak of bad luck begins. My hungover ass woke up at 8:30...already late to pick up the truck but I hustle in the shower, try to drink shower water as I scrub (multi-tasking!). The guy at the U-Haul center, who is no help at all, directs me to the subway stop which is already on the other side of Queens. So needless to say, my directionless ass gets lost in Queens and I end up walking for another hour and a half. I pick up the truck at 11:30am when I was supposed to pick it up at 8am.

I go back home...load up the truck full of random boxes that I haven't opened in about 8 years because I figure if I haven't seen it in that long, I probably don't need it. Realisticly, that shit should have been thrown out years ago, but I'll worry about that when I decide to move storage spaces nearer to Queens where I live...because that would make sense. The drive to Bayonne, no problem. I get to the storage place...pull up to the garage like structure and lo and behold...I brought the wrong damn key.

The people at the storage facility offer some help but guess what...the maintenance man was off that day so they couldn't get the maintenance closet open to grab the lock cutter, hammer and all that good stuff. Defeated, tired and dusty, I drive to Mom's house in Jersey. After being on my feet the night before and lifting boxes a measure of most of the day...I was beat down. My mom even got a little mad at me because since I was covered in black dust, I really shouldn't have been rolling around on her white carpet.

I leave the truck at the house and was determined to make the most out of the rest of my day. I'd come back the next day to finish the move. By this time the moon had come out and I needed to take a bus back into the city, so I could shower and head out to another birthday party that I wasn't planning on going to. The bus was scheduled for 7:30pm. I sat there until 8:15pm...no bus. I didn't let anything dampen my spirits. I even ran into Brian and Ashley aka Filipino Ken and Barbie, when I finally got on the bus. I had partied with them the night before... I was really half-stepping my shit. Smellin' of sweat and welled up tears, on the bus from Jersey to NYC.

Once I got home, I sat and looked at the wall for about 20 minutes contemplating if I should go out. The devil on my shoulder won out and I hopped in the shower to get ready to go out with the guys. Go see pix here:

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