Awright, since rumbanik asked, a little explanation re: my previous post.
Played softball yesterday, the last game of the season. Our team finished dead last in the league, not winning a single game -- we're geeks, by and large, and hence not the most co-ordinated bunch. Nor the most enthusiastic. Anyhow, since it was our last game, someone brought a 24 of Molson's to the field.
Usually, I bring water with me for the game, but this time I didn't bother. And it was a lot warmer than expected. So, in lieu of other fluids, I wound up downing a couple brewskies during the course of the game. And I hadn't eaten beforehand. Not that it mattered -- I didn't play any worse than usual. Then afterwards, we went out for Greek food on the Danforth, and I went home, and all was well and good.
I kept having these dreams during the night that the epithelial cells on the roof of my mouth were growing out of control and taking over my mouth. And there was other weirdness that I no longer recall.
When I woke up, I was parched. My tongue was dry as the Sahara, and glued to the roof of my mouth. My eyelids were scraping over my eyeballs like cardboard over gravel. My head hurt -- not the worst headache I've ever had, but I was decidedly less than well.
Crawl to fridge. Remove Brita pitcher from fridge. Grab cup. Crawl back to bed. Drink some water. Doze. Drink more water. Doze. Repeat 'til after 5pm, when....
I got up, hit the shower, got dressed, and promptly made my way to a bar.
Sad, huh? But another GTA Blogger event was scheduled at Pauper's, and I said I'd show up, so I did. Not that the guest of honour showed up, but we won't hold that against him.
Lessons learned:
- The waitress at Pauper's gets annoyed if you bring in a cup of coffee from the place across the street, even if you buy food and beverage at Pauper's.
- Doing a Jaegermeister shot with no hands is tougher than it looks.
- Accordion guy can do a mean version of "Head Like a Hole" on the accordion. His Britney Spears cover ain't too shabby either.
- Doing an embarassing grimace for the camera will not deter Rannie in the least from posting it on his website (it ain't there yet, but it's just a matter of time).