Don't call it a comeback...

I'm fucking back baby!  Kind of.  So, after all the wallowing in self-pity I've been doing, I started last weekend off with an interesting evening at my favorite bar.  What started as yours truly having a few beers after work on a Thursday turned into me drinking with some random guy and a buddy of mine until like 9:30 (a half-hour before my bedtime).  Like 6 solid hours of drinking.  Because I'm a champ.  I felt like complete ass at work the next morning, but fuck it.  The cutting loose had begun.

So, I noticed a flier at said bar for a show on Friday, featuring two bands from Wisconsin I have not seen in a long time: Wartorn and Pyroklast, both excellent hardcore bands.  I had to work saturday, but decided fuck it, let's get a little crazy.  So I took a nap after work Friday, and boogied on down with the same friend from the previous night.  They tore it up.  Fucking awesome, and definitely worth only four hours of sleep before work.

Saturday, work dragged on, and I grabbed a quick nap afterward because the fantastic weekend kept on rolling mo-fuckas.  A very good friend of mine was in town with his lady.  He moved to Illinois after a particularly bad break-up from a friend of mine.  That's how we met and became bros.  Short story: first time i met him, I got wrecked on White Russians and Crown Royal and vomited on his carpet.  He was impressed.  So, we became good friends, and ironically, even better friends than me and his ex-girlfriend, who abandoned me and the rest of her circle for a hipper, new circle of friends, which she then abandoned for a baby.  Yes, I'm a little bitter.  Not about the baby thing, about her abandoning us.  Anyway, he was in town, and wanted to see a show, with Lucy Michelle and the Velvet Lapelles.  We went with his girlfriend and a mutual friend, who I've never been able to figure out if she's a lesbian or bisexual, because I feel like she's made a few passes at dudes before.  So we went to see this show, and I was blown away.  Fantastic.  Not my usual scene, but goddamn, were they good.  I think I'm in love.  So afterward, we blew out of the venue, and raged across downtown Madison until we decided we were done.  Successful weekend.  De-stressed a bit.