The Hose

Hammered

Last night, Endeavor had a happy hour and I rolled in with the boss. I knocked back about 8 choppis and sat there picking at some meat grilling on a little grill in front of me. I am going to guess its called Poquino, but i am unsure. All the eMBAs were there so it was pretty easy to get hammered. I was still a little hung over from the 7 Ciapirinhas (with sake and Kiwi, yum, yes its quite a poofy drink...leave me alone) from the night before so drinking was no where near as good an idea as I thought. Some chick there pretended she knew me from somewhere and I was only able to play along for about 5 minutes because i was drunk and had never been to San Diego. Eventuallly the Santos v Boca match came on and i watched some brazilians and argentinians call each other putas for 2 hours. I staggered out of the bar around 1230 with the Charles River Bandit in tow as we were walking towards a McDonalds (btw, McDonalds F*CK U!! for being where ever I get drunk...) The scene in the parking lot was straight out of the 2FAST 2FURIOUS so we decided to skip it. I staggered back to the hotel and had a rather loud conversation in poor portuguese with the bell hop about getting a fold out bed for my bud. That did not work out and i ended up on my couch watching some public access porn. I fell asleep thinking this was exactly what living in NY was like for 4 years and got slightly sad.

This morning I woke up slightly nasueus and kind of laughing at the Charles River Bandit, who passed out on my floor. I meditate on the fact that sleeping on floors and eating after midnight are cause to lose 5-10 pts a piece in the FA Index. I would also like to point out to sleave that whip its etc should be about a 25 pt deduction.