Stampeding weekend at a glance

I am an idiot. I figured that since this was the first stampede since I've been legal drinking age that I haven't had to gig day and night for the whole 11 day run, I would take the opportunity to make up for 9 years of stampede sobriety. Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.

Here's how my weekend went:

Friday: got on a bus from the office (a yellow bus lol) and was at the grounds working on my first beer by 11 am. Met yellow shirt and texter. I called them that, and they responded. I think their names were James and JT. Cabbed it home at 5, and had a fire in the backyard with Cam, C and B. By the time I passed out 13 hours later, I had drank a beer for every 10 lbs of my body weight (not sure if this is my greatest achievement, or stupidest idea ever.) Was really, really sick in the wee hours of Saturday morning.

Saturday: Nursed a hangover until noon. Went for breakfast with C, and B came by to pick up his phone which was left over from the madness the night before. I had plans to go out with B2 (an old friend, former flame) for the day. He showed up at 2. Strung out on something. It was really sad. I sent him home at around 6. I don't want to talk about that. It's sad and it's too personal for this. Went out with Cam to karaoke ( too hysterical.) Had a good time. B came down later in the night and we went home and chilled til about 3. Ate some McDonald's which felt wretched this morning.

Today: Woke up with B, did a wake and bake to nurse the hangovers we were both sporting. Grabbed some Timmy Ho's. B took off around 10, I was asleep by 10:30. I just woke up a couple of hours ago and went to the office to pick up my car. I feel like ass. I am far too old to go as hard as I did this weekend.