Wednesday January 20, 2010

Wake up at 9:00 AM with a pretty nasty hangover. I down some Advil and a glass of water before cruising into the bathroom for a shower before work. I get ready and fix myself up so I don't look quite as ill as I felt, and then it's off to work.

Work goes decent, for the most part. I did, however, get into it with an unruly customer who forgot the Cardinal Rule: Don't fuck with Jon Bode while he's nursing a hangover. I won't go into great detail over what was said, except for the fact that the guy was, indeed, being a complete douche bag. I don't just lose it on customers for the hell of it. As much as I hate my job, I do value my paycheck. So I would never just verbally assault a customer unless they truly deserved it. This fucker deserved more than what he got from me, but I did have to maintain some form of censorship, as I was on the clock. But he got as much as he could get from me without my losing my job. Long story short, he won't be returning anytime soon.

Later in the afternoon, I get a call from my friend Natalie who lives in the city. She's coming home for the night to see her sister before she moves to New York (her sister, not Natalie). She asks if I can pick her up from the train station, as she's kind of making this a surprise visit home. I tell her it's not a problem. I get off work at 4:00 and her train gets in at 5:30. Once my relief comes in for the closing shift, I bust out my laptop at one of the empty tables in the Bou and update the diary while I kill time. I pack up around 5:00 and bid everyone farewell, until my co-worker, Edd, who also happens to be Natalie's boyfriend, decides to start a film conversation. This goes on for much longer than I should have allowed it to and I don't end up leaving until almost 20 after. I'm now hauling ass to the train station in Downtown Naperville during rush hour traffic. Anyone who's ever been Downtown Naperville on a good day knows that I am fucked in the ass trying to make it through during rush hour. I call Natalie and tell her I'm running late, and proceed to blame it on her boyfriend, to which she understands.

I finally get to the station around 5:40 or so, pick up Natalie, and cruise back to her house to drop her off. Once that's all said and done, I cruise home, listening to the latest podcast episode of Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier's SModcast series.

I'm literally home for one minute before the doorbell rings. It's Hart and he's ready to watch some Jack Bauer. Tool follows not too far behind him. I rock my leftover slice of sausage pizza from last night while we start the two-hour 8th season premiere of 24. About 20 minutes in, Tool and Hart decide they want to order up some Domino's pizza, to which I kind of hesitate partaking in, as I had pizza last night, tonight, and now even more. I end up caving and toss them some scratch for the pizza.

We're little over an hour into the show when the pizza arrives. We go to town on it and finish up the episode, which turns out to be pretty fuckin' dope. After it's all over, we cruise outside for a smoke, which triggers some mad acid reflux in me that was just waiting to present itself after eating all that greasy pizza (not to mention my burrito bowl from Chipotle while I was at work). I bomb back upstairs and hit up the Tums. My acid reflux settles down after a bit and Tool, Hart, and myself chill out on the couch for the next hour playing some Mario 64. They end up cruising out to go pick up Shimon from the train station. I rock some more Mario while they're gone.

They come back about twenty minutes later and decide they are just gonna go hang out at Shimon's for a bit. As I'm pretty much balls deep into Mario at the moment and already in my sweatpants, I opt to just chill at home for the night. They cruise out and I get a call from Justin asking me what I'm up to. He tells me him and Mary are gonna come chill for a bit, a plan of which I do not protest. They arrive about twenty minutes later and I cruise out with them to pick up a case of beer.

We get back to the condo and throw on an old gem from our Jr. high days, which just happens to be 10 Things I Hate About You. Now, generally I hate teen high-school comedies, but this one will always be a classic for me. Apart from being one of the more well-written teen comedies, it also serves as pure nostalgia for me, bringing me back to the days of St. Joan of Arc school with all my Jr. high buddies laughing at sex jokes that we didn't quite yet understand. Great days, those were.

It's about 2:00 AM when the movie ends and Justin and Mary cruise out. I'm rocking a pretty nice buzz, so I hit up the bathroom for my nightly routine and bomb into my bedroom where I pass out watching Adaptation.