a wedding, booze and football drama...
really fantastic day today. i got myself a pair of panasonic earphones for my new mp4 player (which much to my chagrin, cannot fit an SD card like it claims to... though dad said he'd go back to the shop to check on that. but hey, it cost $80 and it has one gig as it is...), which are specially meant for sports. they sound great, and only set me back 23 bucks. score!
while i couldn't find myself a copy of pokemon diamond/pearl (i really think i'll never patronise either store at parkway ever again. my old shop where i got my original NES quoted me a ridiculous $79, while the other store at first gave me $60 but turned around when i came back later to give me $69. what the hell man... i refuse to fork out more than 60-65 smackaroos for a DS cart...) and had a dreamy start to my commentator duties at 445 mass, the day was topped off with michael's rom at his place.
and when michael's involved, it means booze. ben, my cousin and drinking kaki, had a real field day.
i had a hoegaarden over dinner and an erdinger dark after that, with some rosé in between there somewhere. had a sip of some other champagne as well as well as wine. i then shifted upstairs because of the game.
problem was united was 1-0 down. and chelsea were winning.
things didn't get better when i went upstairs when manuel fernandes hit a piledriver to make it 2-0. well, maybe not so bad, cause bolton had pegged chelsea back to 2-2.
but when john o shea stabbed home when everton's keeper fluffed a corner to notch an unlikely merseyside double (he scored that dramatic goal against liverpool as well), the belief that united could turn things around started to resurface. and sure enough, thanks to ex-red phil neville, united were level after the toffees self-destructed at another corner, with poor phil's hashed clearance ending up behind the line.
and if an ex-red drew united back on even terms, an evertonian old boy sealed the game. rooney came close before, but he slotted home after neat footwork conspired with poor everton defending.
when the lead was taken, we switched intermittently with channel 24 to check out the result at stamford bridge. after what seemed like an obscene amount of injury time (5 minutes... what the...), bolton stole a point from stamford bridge. united were 5 clear!
but that didn't stop rooney from laying off a neat ball for youngster chris eagles, who took his chance with aplomb as he curled exquisitely past the onrushing keeper.
united 4-2 victors and looking pretty on the summit with a neat 5-point gap.
and before home beckoned, i had a spell in the massage chair, a vodka orange juice as well as another half glass of red wine. before i got a taste of nutella's alcoholic brother - hazelnut liqueor. woot.
i can't say how much i enjoyed myself tonight, because the feelings just can't be verbalised. and here's a huge congrats to michael and yen! and thanks for a really wonderful evening!
while i couldn't find myself a copy of pokemon diamond/pearl (i really think i'll never patronise either store at parkway ever again. my old shop where i got my original NES quoted me a ridiculous $79, while the other store at first gave me $60 but turned around when i came back later to give me $69. what the hell man... i refuse to fork out more than 60-65 smackaroos for a DS cart...) and had a dreamy start to my commentator duties at 445 mass, the day was topped off with michael's rom at his place.
and when michael's involved, it means booze. ben, my cousin and drinking kaki, had a real field day.
i had a hoegaarden over dinner and an erdinger dark after that, with some rosé in between there somewhere. had a sip of some other champagne as well as well as wine. i then shifted upstairs because of the game.
problem was united was 1-0 down. and chelsea were winning.
things didn't get better when i went upstairs when manuel fernandes hit a piledriver to make it 2-0. well, maybe not so bad, cause bolton had pegged chelsea back to 2-2.
but when john o shea stabbed home when everton's keeper fluffed a corner to notch an unlikely merseyside double (he scored that dramatic goal against liverpool as well), the belief that united could turn things around started to resurface. and sure enough, thanks to ex-red phil neville, united were level after the toffees self-destructed at another corner, with poor phil's hashed clearance ending up behind the line.
and if an ex-red drew united back on even terms, an evertonian old boy sealed the game. rooney came close before, but he slotted home after neat footwork conspired with poor everton defending.
when the lead was taken, we switched intermittently with channel 24 to check out the result at stamford bridge. after what seemed like an obscene amount of injury time (5 minutes... what the...), bolton stole a point from stamford bridge. united were 5 clear!
but that didn't stop rooney from laying off a neat ball for youngster chris eagles, who took his chance with aplomb as he curled exquisitely past the onrushing keeper.
united 4-2 victors and looking pretty on the summit with a neat 5-point gap.
and before home beckoned, i had a spell in the massage chair, a vodka orange juice as well as another half glass of red wine. before i got a taste of nutella's alcoholic brother - hazelnut liqueor. woot.
i can't say how much i enjoyed myself tonight, because the feelings just can't be verbalised. and here's a huge congrats to michael and yen! and thanks for a really wonderful evening!
greg last trudged in on 4/29/2007 12:23:00 am
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