My friend Todd made a post about his rockstar lifestyle. I’m sorry buddy, but that’s what happens when you get married.

This was my weekend:

• Friday afternoon fly in to Minneapolis on the Shoemoney jet.
• Happy-hour with potential client. Have a few drinks.
• Friend calls, in the unenviable predicament of having a date who was bringing a friend and no wingman.
• Dinner with friend in need of wingman, and ladies. Hardly a chore.
• Time to hit the bars.
• What’s this? An after-bar? Can I make it? Damn right, I’ll be on the next flight.
• After-bar goes to 5am. Find ride home. Crash hard.
• Wake up around noon, watch some college football.
• Minnesota Gophers succeed in giving up a sure-win.
• Make quick run to mall for essentials.
• Disco nap.
• Dinner with friends.
• First stop is a bar to see a friend who’s bartending.
• Next stop another bar for a friend’s birthday.
• Another bar.
• Back to first bar
• After-bar at my house. No idea when this ended.
• Sleep.
• Wake up around 12:30 to see the Vikings actually keeping up with the bears.
• Head to Uptown to meet some friends to watch the rest of the game and get some brunch.
• Home to watch the Wild beat Anaheim.
• Sit around with friends and smoke hookah (tobacco, you criminals) that my buddy brought back from Iraq.
• Wild win, watch the rest of Seattle crumble before the Saints.
• Make a quick blog post pointing out how great it is to be 23 and NOT married.

So, thats how we roll.