Hangovers Suck

I went to The Roof last night after work with Gabe and Ethan, we drank it up and chatted away about the creepy girl who was staring at us the entire night. When we got there, we got in the elevator at the same time as a woman who was done up in a little too much line makeup, and after a small fiasco involving having the elevator doors closed on me, by her, we sat down and started drinking and watching the Skeleton heats for the 2006 Olympics, which Canada dominated. She sat at the other end of the bar by herself the whole night, clearly there to be picked up, and staring at us unerringly the entire time we were there. It was actually kinda funny.

So while were we were joking about that, we started betting on the Olympics. We were watching the heats and putting 10, 50, 100, sometimes 300 yen down on the tenth of a second time for each of the heats. It was getting pretty intense after a while, and I was down quite a bit, but then I won the big 300 yen bet and that put me back in the black. We kinda had to laugh at how much we were tainting the sanctity of the Olympics by betting on it, but, hell it was fun. That and I didn't lose, so it couldn't be THAT bad.

Having said that, I was stupid hungover today. Not really STUPID hungover, but, enough that my lessons were interesting to say the least for the first little portion of the day. I was supposed to have a demo lesson, but thankfully enough they didn't show up. Dave and Ty are both gone, so for the next two days it's just me, myself and the cat. Rock on.