Why I don't hang out with D Weezy

I feel like shite. I wonder if I'm the only jackass that partys so hard on the weekend that I could use a weekend to recover from the weekend?

Im serious. Other people go to NYC and go to museums and see shows. I go to nyc and get kicked outta bars, lose friends for hours at a time and come back nearly dead.

Along with that shite feeling, I almost feel like liquor is cursing through my veins. I'm going to need a week of just salad and water to get it all out of my system.

But yea..good times. Angel and I got down to the city at like 10:30 on Friday and met up with Jose. From there went to a bar and met D weezy and his lady friend. This place was filming a commercial so it for some reason it was just packed to the brim. Lemme tell you..i had just brought a new shirt that day and was wearing it.

Anyway we were @ the actual bar for like 20 minutes and still no drinking. All these birds are on the bar dancing around and one of them had some red shit in a bottle that she was pouring into people's mouth. Well I'm not sure if it was the bottle(and my desire for alcohol) or her lovely lady lumps, but when she got over to us, my head is back she starts pouring...right down the center of my brand new fucking shirt.

It seriously looked like one of those movies where a dude with a sword sliced a guy right down the middle of his body...just like that. And it sucked cuz it was only the beginning of the night.

Since D weezy had already been drinking, angel and I played catch up...actually i did. Angel had managed to drink a pint of captain morgan on the drive down.

From there we went to another bar...this is sorta where things get hazy. I remember lots and lots of shots. Bad dancing. Being rejected by some girl.A lot more really bad dancing. A drunk phone call to Marcy(no clue why.) Getting kicked out of a bar. Breakfast.

Saturday Angel and I just chilled. D weezy and jose both had to work. Oh...by the way...best image of a broken man EVER:

Angel and I are having our first beers of the day @ like 10:00am when Dan(d weezy's roomate/my friend from college) comes out of his room. He sits down and we start telling him about Friday night and his just has this look of regret and he says "I really wanted to go out last night. But she (his g/f) doesn't go out."

It was just a simple phrase but man i hope i never end up like that...having to choose between my girl or partying...because as we all know... i love to party and there are always more girls out there.

Angel like the pro that he is drank from saturday morning @ 10am till i suspect 3:30sunday morning. We left Rug'z crib saturday at 9 and angel had put away around 15 beers. Went to a bar to meet a bunch of Angel's sig ep brothers whom where there for a bachelor party. The worst thing is, I had no intentions of getting drunk Saturday night. Just wanted to vibe, get a bit of sleep. But nooooo.

We closed out another bar but not before the DJ came over to take a picture of d weezy, dan, me and some birds that we met. (by the way the sig ep guys had left with angel and i had no clue where the fucker went.)

Flash foward..5am Angel calls me to let him into d weezy building...great night. =)

Yesterday i shoulda slept when I got home, but Maria(angel's sister)'s baby was turning 1 so she had a kid's b-day party for her. Sometimes I forget how 'in' i am with that family that we go to family events that we wouldn't normally dream of going too.

Some how I ended up outside playing/take care of 5 little kids. Not sure if that's because of my fatherly instincts or just I'm about as mature as a four year old.

Came home...fell asleep by 9:10...sleep never felt so good.