More shennanigans

This time the deeds were not those of my friends but mine and mine alone.

The beach party was Saturday July 14th. We had fun. I went out to the beach house in the afternoon and hung out and drank a few beers before I had to back and pick my date. She's one of the main characters in this real life drama of mine. For her sake, I'll call her Lily. I went and picked up Lily and we went back to the beach house. We had drinks, sang, danced and hung out. We decided to go to this hole in the wall dump place to have drinks. Hell, they even got me to karaoke. I sang George Strait's "Amarillo By Morning." My apologies to Mr. Strait. I took her home early Sunday morning and that was that. She didn't want to stay the night at the beach house. So then I went home.

I got home about 4:30 a.m. and woke up around one or two in the afternoon. I decided to skip day two at the beach and instead sleep a bit more and the take in the local MLS team's game that evening.

Skip the next paragraph if you don't want to read my mini sports rant.

Soccer, football to the rest of the world, is actually a very entertaining game. The flow, the set up, the attack, the counterattack and the set pieces are beautiful things to watch. In order these are my favorite sports: football (college and pro), basketball (limited only to my favorite team and the local team), soccer (any pro level and international play), NHL hockey and then baseball. It's to the point where I hate baseball. It's boring. Too many players standing around, pitcher spitting and grabbing his crotch. I really don't hate baseball that much but it's getting there. That's my sports rant.

Okay back to the game. I had fun and I had a few beers. Then after the game I decide what the hell I'm going to go have a few more beers before I go home. Just two or three. Bad idea. Three turned into four. Four turned into five and five turned into I don't fucking have a clue. I don't know what I was thinking cause obviously I wasn't. From the bar, I walked all the way back to street I used to live on and woke up my old neighbor. I was drunk, I lost my car keys and my cell phone. She was nice enough to let me stay. Oh shit, I had to call work and tell them I'm sick.

When I woke up, she took me to the place I was at the previous night. Big problem. The car isn't in the parking lot. We go in and ask if it got towed and if my keys and credit card are there. No on all counts. Uh oh, oh shit. No, they don't tow from their parking lot for a few days. They assume any cars left belong to drunks smart enough not to drive home so why fuck with them cause next time they just might drive home if they fear it's towed. The bartender gives me a free beer. I'm sitting there with this sick feeling. My car has been stolen I guessed. Last thing I remember is sitting outside with these people I met there. I'm scared cause I have my wallet but my credit card, keys and car are missing. Not a good thing.

After we finish the free beer, my former neighbor says let's take a drive down to the Village. Maybe my stupid ass drove down there. I said okay but I'm 99.9% sure I didn't drive. Well, 99.9% of me was wrong. My car was in the parking lot and my phone was in it. No keys so I went into one pub and my keys or card weren't in it. I went across the street and my card was there but no keys.

To make a long story short, I had to have my car towed to the dealership and have a new key cut. They couldn't do it by VIN number. The car had to physically be there so they could program the new key to the car. The tow was cheap since I had an auto club. Only $5. Yeah, new key with remote you ask? $318. The real pisser is the two days I missed of work were overtime. That's two days at $500 each plus the $318. I ended up losing big time.

But it could have been a lot worse. I could have been calling someone to bail me out. Since that's happened before, I don't EVER want to go through that again.

Those events only cover my personal life from July 15-18, 2007. There is more about my friends but that's all I feel like writing about tonight.

If you made it this far...God bless you.

Take care,
Pope JP III

P.S. - I got a beer thrown at me at a soccer match tonight. I'm so happy! I'll tell that story tomorrow.