The Weekend, and how it got ugly...

Man, I love weekends... Not that I do much during the week... but the weekends are a way for me to let loose, and this was just a trial weekend, as my best buddy is coming into the area for this weekend and the debauchary will start on Thursday!

I love golf... And this past weekend we had an amazing golf experience. I got to go with two of my best friends, and the fourth, was such a pain in the ass to get... we didn't even get one. But like 3 people backed out of the spot. Did they miss out. So Friend A, Friend AA, and me went to this golf course (Tennison Golf), that I didn't even know existed, and it is 5 minutes away from my house, after I was used to driving like over an hour to go play golf... treasure find!

So we play early enough that the summer heat doesn't kill us, 9am. This way we are done by 1pm, ish... Golf was a blast, we had a contest of who couldn't say one of our other friends names, I got second place, naming that individual like 5 times, mostly using the word "Hate" in front of his name, with my other friend losing saying his name 7 times, (again, usually with "hate" in front of it), not that we actually hate him...

We drank, we partaked in other extra curricular activities, we drank more... Nice course, good friends, good extra curriculars, i actually didn't play all that bad...

Then, after we left the golf course, me and one of my friends went to Hooter's for some wings, beer, fried pickles, and more beer... I love alcohol...

We talked with our subpar waitress, no boobies, no personality, not even good looking... (C'mon Hooters, step it up with the hiring's, you used to have standards). But then we went back to my house and drank shots of Tequila, finishing the bottle, and shots of Jack... Let's just say that I am sorry to my parents as i did not make it out there. I passed out around 5pm, and missed like 20 calls, and didn't make it out to see my dad...

Speaking of, I am still sleepy, goodnight, and wait until the next debauchery story... there will be notes, a rough draft, timeline, and more debauchary...

Coming soon: The Stripper that thought my buddy was an actor... why... because that is what we said....