No Rest for the Weary

Every weekend I say I'm going to stay home and every weekend I'm off running the roads. By the time Monday rolls around I need a weekend from my weekend. I worked my last shift at my old job this weekend. I've been working two jobs for a while here and there. Not because I need the money but because I couldn't just leave my old client. Anthony and I went to his mother's for dinner this weekend and then we met up with some of my family for drinks afterward. For the first time in my life I was cut off at a bar. I have never ever been cut off by a bartender. The funny thing is I wasn't even close to drunk. I had 2 drinks and 3 shots in about an hour. I was completely fine and woke up this morning without a hangover. The bartender was like you'll be puking in no time you're cut off. I hate to tell you this but I didn't throw up and I've been building up a tolerance for some time so that hang over she promised I'd have... yea that didn't happen either. The whole thing was crazy. We ended up getting home at 3am and we're in bed by like 330. At 730 my phone rang and it was work. It's Sunday and 730! Good thing for them I was able to fall back to sleep. I swear one of these days when I say I'm spending the weekend home in bed I will.