(Editor’s note: I started this over a week ago. Then forgot about it. But really, some parts of it need to be shared. Here ya go.)

I really don’t know how to lead into this other than “wow”. We’ve all had days where everything goes wrong, or everything goes right, or just where everything that goes right and or wrong leaves your head spinning by the end of the day. Last night was definitely one of those days. And then some.

Best I can figure is to list the events as they happened, though times may vary:

• Messed up fairly significantly at work. I fixed it, but the damage was done. Just an editing mistake that happens from time to time, but there was no way to hide it from the viewers, really.
• Hit the Wendy’s drive-thru for dinner. Normally, I have to remind them while ordering that I’d like to “biggie size” my order, mostly for the drink, but apparently either reminding them now means “double biggie size it”, or Wendy’s is under some sick new promotion to get everyone on the planet addicted to the beverage of their choice. What I ended up with was 60-some ounces of Sprite in a cup that would never fit in any cup holder ever made. After that, let’s just say there was some blind rage at the fact that no cup that tiny at the bottom and so top heavy would ever stand up to a left turn onto a major road, and the floor of the passenger side of my car enjoyed my Sprite alot more than I did.
• With that mess somewhat cleaned up, it was time for hockey, and Carolina looked like total ass in the first period against Edmonton. Thanks to some timely blocked shots and stellar goaltending from Cam Ward, they got to the second period only down 1-0. However, more collapses in the second led to the first made penalty shot in Finals history of the stick of former Whaler (and BG DUI recipient – Case 94TRC03291) Chris Pronger, and by the time I had to get back to work, it was 2, soon to be 3-0. A little busy work later, I did one hellified double-take as I caught the score at 4-4. The Canes of course got the game winner off of a giveaway in the last 35 seconds, and stole the win.

• Now the fun begins. Really. If you’ve stuck this long, this is where it happens. A slow night of beers after work turned into a meandering through Broad Ripple. (To anyone outside of Indy, Broad Ripple is where David Letterman grew up. Inside Indy, it’s pretty much just a place to go drink.) So halfway through the night, three of us are sitting at a booth in a bar, minding our own, laughing at the drunk kid behind us working his way through the five loud chicks, eventually settling on one to make out with at the table. A big disgusting, but humorous.

So they disappear awkwardly to the back “to the restroom” for a bit, and the kid’s Hispanic friend wanders off looking for him outside. When he comes back, the girls tell him his friend’s in the restroom, to which we laugh and one of the guys says “Oh, they’re not in the restroom.” (Having seen first-hand the grope-fest in the back of the bar.) The Hispanic kid looks at us, grabs a barstool like he’s going to sit with us, but picks it up and THROWS it onto our table. Pint glasses splashing everywhere, somehow, no one was hit by the chair. When they dragged the headcase outside, he was mad because we were calling his friend gay. We didn’t say that at all, we were just laughing because he was making out with a fat chick.

Maybe you had to have been there, but really, it was pretty surrealistically awesome.