hangovers and broomsticks

I suppose I had it coming. I have asked for a hangover countless times, and have been denied my request countless times. Finally, I have achieved my goal, however. Here's how I did it:

Saturday Afternoon: I dropped off the truck at my parents' house and ate a quick lunch there. I then decided to bike to every location in the known world. First up was a trip to my Uncle's house, where we discussed music transfer, pond creation and baking. Second on the agenda involved backtracking through Cumberland to Falmouth to yell at Mary's car. Mary was at a cookout, however, and could not be disturbed by my insanity. Then I went and visited Mackworth Island, came back, and hit Baxter Boulevard. I stopped for a liter of water at this point, and Troy called me.

Around the boulevard I went - and down along the coast to the Old Port. From there, I continued to circle Portland by biking under the Casco Bay Bridge and then up and around to Hadlock Field and then the ugly, horrible park. I got scared by crazy people in the park so I fled under 295 to USM. It was only a hop, skip and a jump from there back home... I estimate that I traveled 40 miles in all. I couldn't walk when I got home, so I practiced passing out.

Saturday Evening: Jackie decided that her birthday night would be a good night to invite people over to celebrate or some crap, so I was bothered by the makings of a party all evening. Justin and Troy made it impossible for me to be antisocial, so I decided to get as drunk as possible instead. Since I don't remember much of the evening after we snuck out to Shaws to get more alcohol, I cannot tell you how much I drank... However, there were 2 Irish Carbombs, 2 Coronas, an IPA, a White Ale, and 4 Blueberry Wheat Ales (all drank as quickly as possible... I'm retarded) that I am sure of. Anything beyond that was probably poured into my mouth by JUSTIN THE ASS. He also stuck a cookie in my mouth right out of the oven and burned me.

Sunday Morning: I know that I had a small glass of water and went for 3 long walks outside. I also know that everyone ended up in my room except me... Until around 1 AM when I decided to pass out cold for 7 hours. When I awoke at 8 AM (Justin came into my room while I was asleep and woke me up, actually), I felt a bit nauseous and had a medium headache, so I took a Tylenol and went back to sleep. I was awoken by Jackie coming into my room again around 9:30 and decided that I hate everyone. However, the headache was gone and the nausea was lessened. So I ate some eggs and felt fine at around 10 AM. What a stupid hangover. I probably deserved it because I called everyone fat.