Yeah, I didn't really post anything yesterday. I didn't have that much of an inspiration to blog, or blogspiraton if you will. Nothing really happened during the day, and I didn't feel like rambling on about nothing.
Last night, however, was a little different story. I'm a member of the Old Chicago beer tour, this thing where you sign up and each time you have a different beer, you get it put on your beer tour card. You get prizes at certain intervals, and after 110 beers, you've finished the tour. I finished my first tour a couple of months ago, got my name on the "Wall of Foam" or whatever they call it, and got my sweatshirt. So now I just go for the mini-tours they do, which are tours made up of anywhere from 8-12 beers, usually revolving around a holiday theme. There's a St. Patrick's Day tour right now, consisting of Guiness, Harp, and some other Irish beers. Good stuff. Anyways, you can only get 4 beers put on your card in one day, so in order to finish the mini-tour today with my mom (yes, my mom's finished the tour, too, she's the reason I'm in it in the first place), I needed to have 3 last night.
Now, I didn't really feel like drinking on my own, so I called around, and talked a couple of friends to meet up with me. It was a good time, but I was stuffed full, so I didn't really finish all 3 beers (you don't really need to drink them to count, just purchase them). I had all of the first one, about 3/4 of the second, and not even half of the third, so I wasn't drunk at all, not even really feeling anything. But when I got home, I immediately got into bed and fell asleep, pretty hard. Hard enough that I apparently started calling people while I was sleeping. I probably wouldn't have realized that I had done such an act, had some of the people not been out and called me when they left the bars around 1:30 in the morning, and I can barely recall that. I don't know what brought about such a sudden sleepiness, but whatever it was got me pretty good.
I have had a history of calling in my sleep, once I guess I said something about fighting a tank on my own. Much like dreams, I guess it can be pretty random, and just overall strange.
I woke up this morning about an hour before I usually do, which was kind of nice, it let me leisurely get ready and arrange some stuff. I still need to do some cleaning around my room, and pack for my trip up north, but that shouldn't take too much time at all.
Maybe later I'll post something that's actually interesting!!