Weekday Warrior

With the exception of the sandwich piece, no entries on this blog have been personal in nature. I am hoping that is to change. Anyway, here it is:

In the past, I have done different things to my body over a week's time for no other reason than to see what would happen. Recently, I tried GNC's 7-day body flush kit. A few months ago, I ate nothing but Sushi for a week. I've eaten every meal as fast food for a week straight and multiple times, I've drank 7 days in a row. Albeit, sometimes these things weren't deliberate and just happened accidentally. I guess you can say I am like that "Super Size Me" guy, but a little lazier and with attention deficit disorder, since I can only go 7 days.

Here are some introductory facts:

This week happens to be my Spring Break. As an undergrad, I loved Spring Break. It usually meant a road trip, 10 people crammed into a room for 2 at the Holiday Inn, drinking on the beach, a whipped cream machine with no whipped cream, a fist-fight with high-schoolers at a karaoke bar, peeing in a hot tub, etc. Now that I am a second year law student, I've talked about doing Spring Break in Florida again, but most people assume I am joking. So, I stuck around Long Island and agreed to work a forty-hour week at this law firm I've been working at for the past 6 months.

Onto the story:

I've often joked about being a weekday warrior. To be honest, I don't even really like weekends. Bars are too crowded and there are never any drink deals. I've always liked drinking during the week and being a student and my new DVR really accommodate this lifestyle. But what happens when I have a full-time job like all the other jerk-offs in the world, waking up to an alarm clock every morning, commuting, rush hour, etc. Quite frankly, this idea scares me. Although I didn't decide on this plan until Tuesday when I realized it was happening, I am experimenting with the weekday warrior lifestyle combined with a full time job. I laid out three simple rules: First, I cannot go to bed before 2 am any night this week; Second, I have to drink pretty much to the point of blacking out every night; Third, and this is the hardest one, I cannot be late for work, meaning being there before 9am. To be at work at 9:00 am, I have to leave my house at 8:00 am. Like I said, I didn't decide on this plan until Tuesday, but Sunday and Monday I just happened to abide by these rules. Oh yeah, I am not taking any naps either.

Here is a brief diary of the week:

Sunday Night: I watched The Departed by myself. I then started drinking Jameson straight. I finished the Departed about 1am, then ordered Passenger 57 on HBO on Demand. It was here that I start to black out. I am not sure how far I made it into Passenger 57, but I'm pretty sure I remember the part where he says "Always bet on black". I finished half a liter of Jameson.

Monday Morning: Woke up about 7:45 am. I felt awful. I chugged all the water that was in my Brita then hopped in the shower. I threw up a little bit in the shower (sorry roommates). Grabbed a Fruit punch vitamin water on my way to work. Time I clocked into work: 8:40 am.

Monday Night: Went to Duggans with Matt to watch the NCAA championship. We got in there about 9:15 pm. I refused to do any shots, but the 6 pitchers we split made the night a little blury. I do not remember what time we left, but I would estimate 1:00 am - 1:30 am. We had a fairly racist cab driver on the way home who recommended we try a strip club on the South Shore some night. This was the most sober night of the week. I also had a Quarter Pounder and medium fries from McDonald's on my way home.

Tuesday Morning: I didn't feel all that bad. Thinking back on it, nothing remarkable happened or I just cannot remember. I had a chef salad and a liter of Poland Spring water for lunch, making this one of the healthiest days of the week. Time I clocked into work: 8:53 am.

Tuesday Night: I saw Blades of Glory and then go to Chrebet's with Donna at about 11pm. I drank 5 Makers Marks and Ginger Ales. I did not think I was that drunk, but I do remember watching "24" on my DVR after getting home.

Wednesday Morning: I wake up at about 7:50 am feeling awful and tired. Although I recall watching "24" the night before, I do not remember any pertinent details from the episode. I will have to re-watch it later in the week. The rest of the day was uneventful. Time I clocked into work: 8:55 am.

Wednesday night: Drink 2 beers at Matt's house and then he drives to the train station. We get to Duggans at about 9:15 pm again. We drink several (I forgot just how many) pitchers of beer. Someone buys us a shots of Jameson. The last thing I had eaten was a 6" Subway Club at about 5pm, so I get pretty drunk. We catch the 1:13 am train back to Matt's car. We both pee in the parking lot. I remember thinking he shouldn't drive. He drives us to Taco Bell. I eat an order of zesty nachos, a taquito, a mexi-melt and a 7 layer burrito. This would be my drunkest night of the week.

Thursday Morning: I feel like crap. My eyes are pretty much crusted shut. When I finally open them, I am not surprised to find they are also completely bloodshot. I tell myself that I am going to just have to be late for work. But I remember my pact with myself and get out of bed. I cannot find any clean clothes but do not care. I drink one of those Minute Maid apple juice boxes, which may have eclipsed fruit punch Vitamin Water and the mojito as my new favorite hangover drink. All I do at work is set up a Myspace account so now I have one more thing to waste time with on the Internet. Time I clock into work: 8:51 am.

Thursday Night: No one really wants to go out and I don't want to spend any money anyway. I watch The Office and 30 Rock while drinking 4 beers. I then decide it is time to catch up on my DVR'ed television shows from the week. Out comes the Jameson. I really do not want to go downstairs for ice or a cup, so I drink it out of the bottle. I re-watch "24" and then "The Black Donnelly's". My dad calls me and we talk for a few minutes. I then watch "Jericho". I promise myself I am going to have my dad teach me how to play bridge this summer. I then watch "Lost" and polish off the Jameson. Before going to bed, I decide that I am a lot like Jack Bauer.

Friday Morning: Don't feel bad, but don't feel great. Not so much tired as completely brain dead. Today at work I will do nothing. I will have to re-watch "Lost" as I was pretty much blacked out. I remember bits and pieces of the fight between Kate and Juliette and that is it. I tried a Gatorade AM for the first time and it is delicious. Time I clock into work: 8:55 am.

To conclude, I think I could handle this. I've averaged 5.5 hours of sleep a night, which really isn't that bad. I know it's not healthy, but tomorrow I could get hit by a bus and die. I mean, you're either living on the edge or you're taking up too much space.

Sorry about the length of this post and for those of you that made it this far, I thank you for letting me get that off my chest. I don't know what I am doing tonight. Tomorrow I am doing a lunch/dinner at Outback and am seeing Point Break Live in the city, so I should probably save my energy.