Since I haven't written a word about this past weekend, I figure I should mention before the next weekend is already over. Saturday night was Jack's big scheme; this girl Julie that he's got the hots for was celebrating her birthday, so Jack decided to set up this VIP room at the Highlands club to impress her. He was trying to get all the usual suspects together to go to this thing, but nobody was all that motivated as it seemed like it was going to be quite pricey. VIP rooms aren't like getting a room at the Motel 6. In fact, it might have been cheaper if he just propositioned Julie and got a room at the Motel 6. Ahhh...the foolishness of Jack is quite incredible...then again, this is year 10 of college for him and he still hasn't even gotten his Batchelor's degree. I was supposed to go to this club with Moody, Brian and probably TG as he was in town from Michigan for the weekend. Of course, reality set in. Depending on Moody not to flake is like expecting Jack to pass a college course.

I sat around waiting for Moody to show until about 8 that evening, then finally decided to track his ass down. I left several messages and finally resorted to calling B who informed me that Moody had "left" is phone at home and didn't have it on him. Also, he wasn't planning on going to the club now and conveniently forgot to call me. Stupid bastard. Anyways, not to be completely deterred, I found Mr. Chow instead and headed out with him and our other friend Paul. Because we didn't get moving until almost 10, we ended up in the crazy Saturday night traffic and didn't arrive to the club until around midnight. Once we got to the front, it was packed with all the usual miscreants and hustlers trying to get in. Theoretically, we were supposed to be on the guest list, but it didn't turn out to be the case. After several calls to Jack or Winston inside, Jack finally told us he found the lady that let him in and she would be coming out to take care of us. It turns out, depending on Jack is equivalent to depending on Moody as the lady denied any knowledge of Jack or of letting us in when we finally saw her. That was the last straw for Mr. Chow and we bounced. I'd say I blame Moody for being late, but it's probably a good thing as the club did turn out to be ridiculously expensive...I can't complain about saving some money on a club that I was only marginally interested in going to.

Sunday was a day of pain and suffering. I decided I need to go to the gym despite the fact that I had a league basketball game to play in later in the afternoon. Our team ended up being short of players as we only had one sub. We ended up running against one of those little asian teams who all shoot lights out and, much like the Energizer bunny, keep going and going...Most of my team is big, slow and out of shape, so you can imagine the unmitigated disaster that occurred by the second half of the game. We did only lose by ten, but it was much worse than it ended up. I also managed to take a terrible fall trying to block a shot on a break away. After I bounced off two players, I hit the ground belly up on my elbows. Hell, they're still swollen and bruised as of today. That is the lesson of the day; never try too hard.