A good, old friend

Met up with my old friend yesterday. We exchanged pleasantries. My friend is well aware of my current situation and understands. My friend pulled up a stool and was willing to wait a week to really get to know each other again. He even pulled out the Al size shot glass and jokingly tempted me.

The Maker's looks damn good. In a week, it will look damn empty.

Giving up booze for Lent was not the best idea. Not the hardest thing to do either. It is a strange feeling though. Even though I was surrounded with friend over the last month, I felt left out at times. Like I wasn't part of the crowd. It was nothing they did. Only what I wasn't doing.

I don't need to drink. I like to drink. I like the feeling. I like the taste. I like to socialize with people at a bar. It is what I like doing. Given the choice of having a nice Maker's and ginger or a Coke, I will be taking the whisky. Every time.

Just one weekend to get through now. One packed with baseball and hockey. After that, Thursday should slide right into place in a 4 day work week.

It will be rough watching the Wisconsin Badger hockey team play in the championship game without tossing a couple back. They played great last night, beating Maine 5-2 to advance to the title game. Though they took some stupid penalties (3 that I can count), they played aggressive hockey and once again got awersome goaltending. Elliot shoud win the Hobey Baker award. He is the reason the Badgers are competing for the championship. It is quite simple. The team with the hot goalie usually wins it all. Boston College beat South Dakota yesterday (I HATE THE SIOUX!!!) 6-5. The BC goalie gave up 5 goals! I hope he can give up another 5 on Saturday night. Should be a good game.