I would just like to note that, for once, the "ouch" in my weekend recap does not relate to hangover pain, but to actual physical pain. Sure, the actual physical pain is somewhat indirectly linked to alcohol, but not in the way you are all probably assuming. More on that later.

Friday night was uneventful. I worked at the Village Idiot, clocked out around 10, and then Melissa and I came back to my house and watched The Office. I know, we're hardcore like that. On a brighter note - the Idiot finally started carrying PBR on Friday night. As of right now, twelve have been sold. I bought all twelve. I think Brian is only going to order a case a week to keep me happy.

Saturday was where my weekend got interesting. I worked the day shift at the Idiot, came home, showered, changed clothes, and the met the Captain back up at the Idiot because we had been hired to tend bar at his mom's 50th birthday party. Somewhere between 150 and 300 people were expected. We weren't scared. We're drink-making machines. No, wait, we're drinking machines. Uh oh.

For the most part, the night went off without a hitch. Everyone was extremely friendly, there was plenty of booze, we only ran out of Bud Light for a few minutes, and I met several sales reps for competing beer and wine distributors in the area (Captain's dad is real high up with one of the big boys in the industry.) The biggest problem was the layout of the bar. In order to get a beer, or get ice for mixed drinks, we had to squat down. Imagine squatting down seven times in two minutes. Then rinse and repeat for 5 hours.

Needless to say, my quads are killing me. It hurts to sit down. It hurts to stand up. Stairs are my mortal enemy. Still, two days later, my legs hurt while I'm just sitting here typing. I just hope they get better before I have to go back to the Idiot tomorrow night. I'm barbacking, and that requires lots of trips up and down those damn stairs carrying cases of beer.

Sunday I woke up slightly hungover. Towards the end of the night, people started taking shots at the party, and being the reponsible bartender I am, I joined in. Melissa and I went to Longhorn for lunch. We spent the rest of the afternoon with severe stomach cramps and nausea. Thanks, Longhorn! You suck! I was pretty worried about workingin the kitchen last night, since I kept thinking I might throw up. Luckily, Brian had Maximum Strength Pepto Bismol in one of the coolers. I put away a few shot glasses of that, and was golden within minutes. I'm convinced that if I looked on the label under active ingredients, it would say "magic," because that's how quickly and thoroughly it worked. I think it even made my legs stop hurting as much.

To summarize: Longhorn bad, Pepto good.

Hope everyone enjoyed the weekend, and remember kids: football season starts Thursday!

JT out.