A not so good tradition and happy 4th

I'm blogging this hungover while eating a bowl of mac and cheese for breakfast. The breakfast of hangover champions. I somehow always manage to do this. I go out on July 3rd and wake up feeling like hell on July 4th. You'd think I'd learn by now.

Let me share one of the more memorable July 4th hangovers. A few years ago I met up with the Brookline crew at the Publick House for "a few drinks". I told myself I wasn't going to stay long since I was leaving in the morning to go camping. I ordered an Alagash White. The bartender tells me they are out of Alagash White but they have Alagash Triple. My mind did not process that triple = way high alcohol content and you will regret this later. Halfway through my third Tripel it started to hit me hard. But I wasn't going to leave that beer unfinished. After my tripple Tripel Andy offered my some of his beer. It was the most disgusting beer I've ever tasted. It was sour and strong. I only had a small amount of that but apparently that was enough.

We all leave to go across the street to Golden Temple and that's the last thing I remember before waking up  gin Melissa's bed. I look at her clock and it's a little after 10. The time I wanted to be on the road by. I drag myself out of bed and look at my phone. I have a text that says "you looked like you were having fun dancing last night :)". I don't recognize the number. I show the text to Melissa who has woken up at this point and she starts cracking up because it's Andy. Andy is also Melissa's ex. Just great. Also great that I don't remember dancing at Golden Temple. The only thing I remember is throwing up in a park at some point.

The driving home from Brookline to Somerville I thought I was going to die. The second I got home I started throwing up and continued to do so for two hours while watching the to Catch a Predator marathon. My uncle is calling me to find out where I am. I finally pull myself together and drive to the camp ground in Plymouth where I spend most of the 4th dying in a tent. I vow to never drink again. I think we've all been there.

I feel one hundred times better today than I did that July 4th. I also hope America appreciates how hard I partied for the sake of it's birthday.

I'm sure you're sick of hearing about my bathroom but I'm sick of not having a shower

My bathroom is a shit show. That is the best way to describe it.

I came home last night expecting to have a shower installed only to find one of the workers still in my bathroom with a a broken pipe. I shouldn't have been surprised because the pipes are so old they'd probably crack if you blew on them.

Of course when I get home I have to pee really bad. Guy tells me that he has to go to Home Depot because the fixtures he has aren't fitting the pipe. The water is shut off in the whole building and I have a full bladder. I decided the easiest thing to do would be to waddle over to Melissa's house and use her bathroom (thank you Melissa).

Back at the shit show bathroom - guy comes back with correct fixture but when he goes to turn the water back on in the basement another pipe breaks. Of course, I mean why not? At this point he calls an emergency plumber. Ok we're going to get this fixed right? Emergency plumber can't get here until 10 p.m. In the mean time my neighbors are knocking on my door asking what's going on with the water. Luckily handy man guy does the explaining.

I am so tired. I've been waking up early when the guys get here and I was dead at work and all I wanted was to go home and relax and get to bed early. Instead I have an emergency plumber in my bathroom at 11 o'clock at night.

Around 11:45 I was told that they would not be able to turn the water back on because whoever lives in Apt. 9 left a faucet on and if they turned the water on without this person being home and a faucet on, the place could flood. So this means the whole building would have no water for the night.

I'm sorry but I need a functioning toilet! So I texted Melissa to let her know I was crashing at her place, packed up a few things and slept there. I have no idea what everyone else in my building did and the water is still off.

Please can I get some sleep tonight and possibly a functioning bathroom? That would be fabulous, to live like a modern human again.

I should mention that I kind of feel bad for handy man guy. Working with such old plumbing has to be a nightmare and I'm sure he didn't want to be here so late just like I wanted to be able to pee freely.

Here's my bathroom. There's also a giant hole in the floor where you can see right into the basement.