i don’t want to crawl anymore. this is going to be one of those deep philosophical and ambiguous blogs. probably not, but it would be cool if it was, wouldn’t it?

last weekend i decided to push for self induced retardation by doing the RAIN foundation amazing race bar crawl. at least seven shots and a handful of beers. then i had a nightcap of about a half dozen PBRs and one shot of tequila at the thirsty beaver. took me a few days to recover.

this weekend, it was the rich and bennett st. patrick’s day bar crawl. late night friday night made for an interesting start at 11am. first of all, who in their right mind does pregame for a bar crawl?! a bar crawl that lasts from 1pm until like, 10pm?! that is ten hours of drinking! “no, no, no. that is not enough. we should start two hours early.” ingenius.

you are going to have to check out jetdrytacos.com over the next few days to see the clips of the rabbi and i doing it up.

and as if that wasn’t enough, i made my way to puckett’s to see the amazing south 85. long day.

to top it all off, somewhere along the line, i lost my glasses. giorgio armani prescription glasses. gonzo. so i have a week of headaches ahead of me while i wait for the new specs.

so, no more crawling. not from bar to bar. and not in life. all those motivation cliches apply here. a lot of what i have done up until this point in my life hasn’t be proactive. its been reactive. its time i take control.