The Stress of Being Awesome

Fucking Santas is kicking my ass this year. Seriously what is normally a typical guerilla attack on Wrigleyville of drinking and fun has ballooned into a major headache. I've had to change venues three times, deal with a function of 5000 plus people all while trying to orchestrate a 300 plus person bar crawl. It's been insanity. From now on, come hell or high water this will always take place on the weekend before Christmas.

I'm glad, totally excited actually, that we get a shitload of familiar faces for this year but this is the last time we change weekends. Putting me through the proverbial ringer, but I know this Saturday it'll all be worth it, I'm guessing we may even change the world. Probably not but I like the pompous attitude I exude when I say that knowing that I tend to be rather humble. You know what though, this is my party and I am still shocked that there may be more than 300 coming.

Most of the time I don't even understand how I have friends.

-p