Best Week Ever

Sorry to my loyal readers for not posting for a few days. You're lost without this I know. I had a really busy/intoxicated weekend. Also I had a falling out with my computer and we are just now speaking again. Since I have been really into this blogging thing for a little over a week now I figured that a “week in review” has been long overdue. Some thoughts on the past week in “The Summer of Nate.”

Tuesday- Big Big day. First crappy job interview of the summer, check. First crappy job offer, check...Played in a softball game we shoulda won if not for our complete lack of offense…The most anti-climatic NBA draft ever……Washing Machine Flood Watch ’05 emerges on the scene.

Wednesday- Due to damage caused by Washing Machine Flood ’05 listened to crazy wife deal with crazy downstairs neighbor (for those who don’t know what Washing Machine Flood is read my post on Wednesday June, 29th called Laundry)…..Try to keep my mind off the fact that we may soon be purchasing two new furnaces, a washer dryer combo, redoing drywall, hardwood floors…..

Thursday- Boring day. Watch my high priced New York Met like fantasy baseball team crumbling before my eyes. This week two suspensions, zero return on my trades, injuries, forgetting to set my line up, lunch meeting with the McCaskey’s and Bill Wirtz.

Friday- Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. We are having the biggest party we have ever had on Sunday. What the hell have I gotten myself into bbq’ing for 50 people? Who do I think I am George Foreman? I am already stressed out and the party is two days away….It’s July 1st already? I should leave the house more often or at least raise the blinds….Look at picture or Serena in her cat suit 72 times.

Saturday- Get into fist fight with my computer after writing the best blog ever, an in depth piece on reality TV (particularly the Surreal Life), only to have the story erased somehow….Swear off blogging forever….Spend the morning pouting to Angela….Stay away from computer for record half a day!
Angela’s dad is in town from St. Louis. Her dad runs a drum and bugle corp program for thirty kids. They are in town to perform in Independence Day parades in the northwest suburbs this weekend. Tonight he gets a short break from the kids so we meet him in one of the touristy areas of the city featuring such wonderful eateries as Rock and Roll McDonalds, The Hardrock Café and The Rainforest Café. We didn’t want to stray too far from the kids so we decided to eat at The Rainforest Café which will from now on be known as the worst restaurant choice for that particular situation. For those that have never been there the Rainforest Café is like Chucky Cheese’s on steroids. And for those that haven’t met Angela’s dad he is a little quiet and reserved. Of course we are the only people there without children. Random piercing sounds of the rainforest erupt. Bright lights flash on and off. The service is terrible. We are the only people there who are not celebrating a birthday. Every two minutes a twenty something waiter screams “VVVVVOOOLLLCCAAANNNOOO” at the top of his lungs then 15 waiters get together to shout the happy birthday song in our ears.

Sunday- Finally the big party is here! I’m trying to figure out the moment my group of friends became mature enough to host parties that serve food and alcohol. Women add so much to the equation. For the first time on my own I purchase a keg. My brother and I then become the first people stupid enough to try to haul a keg up to the fourth floor. I’m still sore.
The party went off without a hitch. People even danced! My friend Jaime was doing a piss poor Tom Cruise from Cocktail impression. Many awful concoctions were served up with clever names such as “Heavenly Love,” and “Ray of Light.”….. A clue that tomorrow is gonna be a rough one, I decide that it is socially acceptable to take my shirt off and twirl it around over my head, exposing back hair to all in attendance (maybe I was inspired by the Rainforest Café)…….Can’t remember much after this.

Monday- Happy Birthday America! USA! USA! I am so pissed at you USA that you made me forget to set my lineup for this upcoming week of fantasy baseball…….what day is it……where am I. Today we recognize the most important tradition in this country. I’m speaking of course of the North vs Southside of Oak Park Softball game. Although this is a very important and long held tradition for me and my friends, I am almost unable to attend due to hangover problems. Unfortunately for my team, I am able to drag my sorry ass out to Oak Park. I proudly lead my team to defeat. The day was historical. I became the first player to lose a game then be traded to the other team and lose that game as well. I learned a valuable lesson this week that both drinking and softball have brought me nothing but pain and misfortune. I vow to stay away from both pastimes for at least a few days