My friends are getting married, I'm just getting drunk...

I get a Google Talk message a couple weeks ago from one of my best friends growing up back in G'ville, Mike. He was in Singapore for work and tells me, when he gets back from ASIA, he is going to ask his girlfriend to marry him. At the time I was the only person to know, which was pretty sweet. I kept his secret under my hat for a while but I am in Tampa a thousand miles away from the rest of our friends so his secret was safe with me. I’m happy for them, but I wasn’t jumping for joy or anything. Only girls get that excited when a friend gets engaged. They have been together for a while and I think she is an awesome girl. I am really happy for them though. He had hinted during my last trip to NYC that he was going to do it soon but had set no timetable. Due to her being sick he had to push it back a week after he got back. So he proposes this past Friday night. The details are unimportant but it was nice and she said yes. She had no clue it was coming, so that was nice. They are great people and I wish them all the happiness in the world. Mike is one of my oldest and best friends and I’m definitely looking forward to the wedding festivities/bachelor party. After initially being happy about getting to partake in those activities my next thought was, hopefully Deb has some hot single friends at the wedding. Most of my NYC friends are in serious relationships, engaged or married. The only other single guy I can think of from that crew is Tank. The two of us will need something/someone else to do that weekend, other than drinking our faces off. So hopefully Deb steps it up and has hot friends, or finds some in the meantime. Congrats to Mike and Deb!

This leads me to the title of my post. While my friend was doing the whole engagement thing I was doing my best to get hammered, for the ENTIRE weekend. A buddy of mine down here in Tampa and I decided since his girlfriend was on a girls trip in Vegas, and I don’t have a girlfriend, that we were going to get drunk the entire weekend and do man stuff. I played golf for work Friday and started my weekend off right by drinking a bunch on the course. When he got off of work we met up at his house and drank for about 4 hours before walking down to SOHO and a few bars. I’m not sure why because I never drink these but we started our night at the bar with Long Island Iced Teas that were way too strong, just right. But since we were doing man stuff this weekend I decided to drink it even though it tasted horrible great. After that the night is a little foggy but nothing exciting to write about other than we were drunk. We walked back to his house and I slept on the couch. I did one responsible thing this weekend, HA. I woke up at 7:30am, drove home, slept for a few hours more and then got myself together. Saturday we had a big day planned, a little Home Depot, maybe some Bed Bath and Beyond, I don’t know, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time…. It’s also known as a pool day at my condo. I have a pretty sick pool scene at my condo complex. It’s a great pool, usually a bunch of good looking girls around and a waterfall into the pool. Everyone is usually drinking so it’s a big party every weekend.

I have a floating beer pong table so that we can play beer pong IN THE POOL. Everyone is jealous of it. We decided to finish a case of Miller Light and a few other random beers by the end of the day. We went undefeated in pool pong verses some of my neighbors and some high school kids. It was a little sketchy for me but their dad (my neighbor) was giving the high school kids alcohol, so I wasn’t responsible. We smoked them pretty bad. They were talking a lot of shit so it was nice to be old men and light up a bunch of punks who play every weekend. At 29 my skills have not diminished at pong even though I only play a few times a year. They left the pool egos bruised by old men, as they called us. We played a few more games against each other and called it a day. We were pool pong champions of the world so we decided to shower up and celebrate our championship. We head back to his house pregame some more and head to the bar. Again we start the night out with a Long Island Ice Tea, two nights in a row, it is now a tradition. At the bar there was nothing really to write home about, typical night out in Tampa. We got/stayed drunk, hung out and grabbed some pizza before heading home. The walk home was pretty funny; we were a couple of “rascals” as we decided to call it. I will not disclose the events of the walk home as I do not want to get myself or my friend in trouble. We didn’t break any laws, just acted like a couple of “rascals.” I will say that it included pizza, a pool, and a car (we did not drive). That is all. I was pretty hung-over Sunday but sucked it up to play golf with my buddy to wrap up our weekend of man stuff. Overall it was a great weekend.

While running tonight I was thinking about how different my weekend was compared to my buddy Mike up in NYC. We both had great weekends. Friday he’s getting engaged, I’m golfing and drinking. Saturday he’s going to a family party to announce his new engagement and celebrate, I’m drinking all day in a pool, and then out to the bars. Like I was saying, my friends are getting married, I’m just getting drunk. I’ll call it a push because my weekend was much more awesome, his weekend was life changing. Like I said we both had a great weekend, just in different ways. Congrats again Mike and Deb!