Well a buddy of mine goes to Rice University (snooty smart person school in Houston area) and they played (and beat) SMU on Saturday night.

Soooo...after the game I decided it would be in my best interest to attend a party and perhaps take advantage of some intoxicated women. So I get there and kick back a few cold ones to get loosened up. Well before I know it with all my assclowning I endup having about 6.

Then when that party got boring we took off after stopping at Shell for more tall an' frosties. After that little pit stop, off to a small town called South Lake. After reaching that place we hung out there for about 1.5 hrs. While there a buddy of mine has a few vodka shots and passes out on a couch. So this other guy I've known for 15 years talks me into driving to a store of some sort (at this point I havent' the slightest idea where I am) and off we go. Sadly a mailbox and my truck didn't get along so I have about a 5" scratch on the side of my truck!

Well that's not the kicker of the story... when I left South Lake around 2am I got lost in suburbia hell! It took me about 45min to get out of this neighborhood! I kept turning left on this intersection instead of going right! Once I got out of there I accidently went North for about 45min then West...I was sooooooooooooooooooo lost. I finally found my bearings and located a road I drive on a lot...depsite it was way, way North of where I needed to go. Well it turned out it took me around 2.5 hrs to get home that night! Man was I mad and tired after that.

Once I come to on Sunday morning I realize that I made a few mistakes Sat night: the mailbox fight, missed out on a chick blatently hitting on me in South Lake (look what excessive consumption does), forgot my ice chest there, and had a stomach ache all day. Let this be a lesson to all, be smarter when going out...I know I am from this!