Weekend Recap

Complete show. Didn't want to do anything, so what do you think happened? Out until about 4am Friday night. Had the office holiday party then went out with some of the guys from work to try and get to know them then met up with Jimmy and Max for Max's birthday. Slept on Jimmy's couch until 9am and went home. Took a nap and sat on my ass all day. Wanted to get a lot done, ended up only getting my haircut. Gross disappointment with my productivity level Saturday. Was going to a Christmas party Saturday night that I thought was around the corner from my house until about 13 minutes before I left for it. Turns out it was in the most inaccessible area of all time according to the LIRR which would take an hour and a half with two (TWO!) transfers to get to Bayside. Driving it took us less than a half hour. I don't know. Stayed at this party with Craig for a couple hours before taking the train into the city. Didn't spend much but was out for a while, another late night on a couch slept from about 5am-8am. Solid night of sleep. Upon waking, Craig picked me up from the train around 11, we went to Chipotle (Had to add this because this was probably the highlight of my weekend).

I got home, showered and got dressed in ultimate fan gear for my favorite team ever for what was easily the biggest most important game of the season and in my opinion, recent memory. Me Coop and Craig went to Millers to be around more fans so when we drop a 31-10 lead on the Eagles we can go batshit crazy and claim the NFC East crown! So that's exactly what we did. Only none of us got the memo that an NFL team playing for the division title against a hated rival at home with the #2 ranked defense on the planet could possibly give up 28 points in 7 minutes and 30 seconds and tear the living beating heart out of my chest and jump off the top rope and body slam the shit out of it. I'm talking about the Yankees being up 3 games to 0 in the ALCS in 2004 against the Goddamn Red Sox wasn't even close to the amount of anger, helplessness and disappointment I felt last night. When their punt returner (I refuse to acknowledge he exists, just like Matt Dodge did) took his first 2 steps, that was game. The two witnesses at my table knew it was coming when I screamed out DID HE PUNT IT RIGHT AT HIM TELL ME HE DIDN'T KICK IT RIGHT AT HIM!!!! By the time I got that all out, he was about 35 yards down field with no one around him. There was nothing I could do. I'm almost happy I was in a public place, because if I was home watching that by myself I would no longer have a functioning 46" HDTV in my room. It'd just be a giant paperweight. Safe to say the weekend ended absolutely terribly, and on top of that the Jets pull another miracle out of their ass win and all of a sudden Jets fans exist in NY again. It's like they took a convenient 2 week vacation and all came back Sunday night around 8pm right in time for the work week. Perfect. Giants with their worst defeat in their 85 year franchise history, and the Jets and their obnoxious bandwagon fans claiming the Super Bowl title again after two weeks of hanging out in the Bermuda Triangle. Great start to the week and Christmas is officially ruined.