BrockLi Soup

Yes, it was my birthday. I’m 23. Whooptie-do.

Work sucked. I left early after spending most of the afternoon running in circles trying to solve problems with the project I’m working on.

I came home and fell asleep for a couple hours, which was nice. Sharon and Gavin had a Halloween party tonight, so I caught the Metro out that way. And then I got a bus to their house, except I got on going the wrong direction. Thankfully, I realized it before I got too far, and Sharon drove out to save me. The party was a blast, and a nice contrast to the rest of the day.

Since the buses stop running around 11 or 12, I called a cab to get back to the Metro to get home, and arrived five minutes after the last train, which came a half hour earlier than I thought (it’s worth noting that the cab took 35 minutes to get to their place). I hopped in another cab to get home. In the end, it cost me $38 to get back from Falls Church. Incidentally, that’s about how much I spend on gas when I drive from Arlington, VA to Rochester, NY.

I never got a chance to eat dinner, so I’m starving. I’m going to make a sandwich, and I’m going to watch some TV, and tomorrow had damn well better be pretty fucking great.

Also, I have hiccups. Perfect.

Apparently my birthday is next week. Now, this would normally mean that Brocktoberfest had been planned already, or at least considered once or twice. I keep forgetting that it’s coming up, and since I don’t know many people in town and don’t want to piss of the neighbors, I have no intention of throwing a huge party at my place again this year.

But, I have an even better idea: let’s get drunk and go to the driving range. I like cranking golf balls when I’m sober, so I figure it can only get better. Then maybe we’ll hoist a Geo into a dumpster or something - I don’t know, we’ll see what happens, but the important part is that we get drunk and smash golf balls. Actually, screw the driving range - we can do it from my roof, Fight Club-style. And Jym’s got a couple bowling balls we could toss off, too. And that extra coffee table.

So who’s with me?

Happy October! My birthday’s a-comin!

Fall is my favorite season. I’m sure to comment on this more, but for now, there’s some cider that needs drinkin.