Felix arrived on Monday, on leave from the military, and freshly back from Afghanistan. When I got home from work yesterday, Mike and Felix asked if I wanted to go to Grand Central with them later on. I did. So I bummed around, took a shower, ate. Oh, and watched several episodes of Lost.

We left around 11. On Wednesday nights, they have strippers. For as trashy as Grand Central is, they have some yummy dancers (I guess they're not really strippers if they don't have clothes on to begin with.)

Felix met some people there that he knew, David and David, so we were hanging out with them. Patrick and Robert showed up a little later on. At some point, after I'd had a couple Budweisers, Patrick wanted me to do a shot with him. I don't know why, but I always end up doing Jaeger Bombs when I go to that place... Four of them last night. Yeah, way too much for a Wednesday night.

I had a great time hanging out with Patrick though, he bought all my drinks and kept handing me dollar bills to give to the dancers. He's friend with one of the dancers also, Todd, who is straight, but definitely kept us entertained.

Mike, Felix and I headed home. Oh, and I smoked 1 cigarette right before leaving, but at that point I was trashed anyways... stumblin' down the street smoking a Marlboro Red and chugging the last of my Bud.

At home, Mike busted out the Margarita's. He's been hooked on this stuff that comes in a bucket and you add your own tequila and stick it in the freezer... Felix and I tried to rouse Shane, who was not happy. Felix took some pictures of Shane sleeping. Shane is still mad... :( Like I needed to drink more... Especially Tequila! It was a late night.

I woke up this morning when Joe was calling me, around 9... So I was late for work, felt like crap, actually, pretty much still intoxicated. I've slowly recovered throughout the day. I went home for lunch and laid down, though I couldn't eat much; took some Advil for the thundering headache...