This is my life

So I realize that not everyone cares what I have to say about the Cubs and their shame-worthy manager. So I would like to give you a rundown of my night last night as a somewhat* typical Thursday night in Peoria, Illinois.

I got off work yesterday a little after 4:15 because I had prior engagements (read: I had to get to a bar by 5). So I go home, shower, begin the walk to the bar (which is probably about 15 minutes, but I somehow always underestimate it) which requires me walking past the adult store 2 blocks from my place. There was no ensuing hilarity relating to the adult store, I just wanted to point out that I live two blocks from an adult store. Jealous? Yeah, I wouldn't be either.

Now, we were having a gathering for the Central Illinois Region Illinois Wesleyan Alumni. I was the second person there. And I got there at like 5:15. A whopping 5 alums came out, including myself. Not only that, two of them HAD to be there because they were in charge of the whole thing. So we were going to a Peoria Chiefs game, which is always a good way to get cheap entertainment. And by cheap I mean cheap for a baseball game.

So anyways, 3 drinks later, we go to the game. I should point out here that I was the youngest person of the group. The oldest person was approximately 50, and the other person was 27. Yes, only 3 alums went to the game. But I digress. We go to the game, I eat something and get a beer.

From that point on the game gets a little hazy. I remember the Bradley basketball team was there, and I remember thinking that the Bradley coach (Jim Les) is loving all this attention he's getting now. Then the game started, and the only thing I remember about the game is that I saw a Chiefs player hit a home run. And it was the first time I'd seen a Chiefs player hit a home run (I think it was my seventh game). At one point I looked at the scoreboard and it was 2-0 Chiefs, then I remember looking again and it was 2-2 and I had no idea what had happened. I either had 3 or 4 20 oz. beers at the game.

So I leave after the 6th inning I think. Well my friend (the 27 year old) asked if I wanted a ride back to my place, and I was like, 'well, we'd have to walk to your car, then you'd have to drive me back. Or I could just walk the 4 blocks back to my place and be there by the time you get to your car.' He asked if I wanted to race, and never seeing a physical competition I didn't think I could win (while drunk) I said he was on. And with that I began running.

So at 9:30(ish, I have no concept of time really) I was sprinting back to my apartment. Drunk. On the streets of Peoria. I remember trying to look all casual about it, like I wasn't some crazy drunk dude, and I'm sure I failed. The friend called and said he'd made it to his car, but I didn't answer it until the third ring, and by that point I was back also. So I won.

Back at my place, I commenced talking online. I actually didn't drink for a while because I felt so drunk. Which even I'm amazed at (the not drinking, not the feeling so drunk part). Eventually I had two more beers. Then I decided it was time for bed (I guess. I have no idea what time this was). But before I could go to bed, I felt I should eat something. So I made myself toast. That may not seem funny to you. But I was drunk, talking online, drinking by myself, and in central Illinois, making myself toast. Ok, I guess that's just a funny image to me.

So I finished my toast, probably did a couple more dumb things that I can't remember, then went to bed. And today I had a pretty bad hangover. Just practicing for the weekend.

*a typical Thursday night involves all of the above, except for going to the bar, and the Chiefs game. Normally I just drink by myself as I talk online and watch tv. I also don't start drinking so early.