The Weekend

Just wanted to give a quick rundown of the weekend. Pretty chill in my opinion, nothing too wild.
Friday
I started the night at the wrestling match, working in the store at the Field House. The Badgers handily beat the Spartans and I got out of there pretty early. After the match, I went to a friend's birthday party who didn't even show up until two hours after I got there. The girls are all about the fashionable entrance even if it comes with a stumble and a hiccup. Finished more than my fair share of drinks and chatted up a few girls who seemed alright. Met someone at my friends house who seemed to know me. Have you ever been out and run into someone who thinks you are awesome? I can say that I love it. You feel validated and funny at the same time. Almost like a sidekick, this guy laughed at most of my jokes and even repeated some of the one-liners I was spitting. e.g. while my buddy was mackin' on his girl I let out the gem, "Hey if it's not on video I don't want to listen." Dude loved it and told me so. Fuck yeah. Turned in early.
Saturday
Worked the Men's hockey game against Minnesota-Duluth (2-1 overtime loss). I arrived home to check in on my roomates only to discover that Mr. Bombay Sapphire had beaten me to the punch. I love gin drunk. For some reason it feels so...gentlemanly to be blitzed on gin. Maybe it's just the sophistication of the gin and tonic with a wedge of lime. I can almost taste it in the back of my throat. Ended up making it to a party next door to my buddies. Highlights:
-My roommate, Rach, is not used to goin out with the boys; she got pretty fucked up and ended up cabbing it home soon after we got there
-My friend ended up stealing a laptop from the party but my buddy made him give it back this morning
-I'm pretty sure I passed out on my backsteps only to be taken to my neighbors next door for his party
Turns into a blur after that.
Sunday
Woke up quick this morning to get to the wrestling match. I was excited as the top ranked Iowa Hawkeyes were in town today and hoped for a good match. I had a bit of a hangover and wandered over to the Iowa bench to get some water out of the cooler. What do my green eyes stumble upon? None other than Dan Gable. Check the link for those unfamiliar with wrestling greatness. Standing next to someone you consider a legend is different than I thought. When I first noticed him sitting next to the young wrestlers I was surprised. Holy shit, that's Dan Gable, perhaps the best American amateur wrestler to put on a singlet. However, when I went to get his autograph he just seemed old. Better to burn out than to fade away as Jack Black says in High Fidelity. I wonder if Gable thinks the same thing.