Talk about a full day

Ever since the fire I promised myself that I was going to live every day like it was my last. Sure it sounds like a cliche but I assure you that I really mean it. I bring this up because yesterday was one of those days that really had me making the most out of my allotted 24 hours.
First thing on my plate was the Mets-Cards game with Mark and his brother Carl. It had been ages since I saw either of them and since Pedro was pitching it was a no brainer not to take Mark up on his offer. You couldn't have asked for better weather either and had it not been for Roberto Hernandez everything would've played out perfectly. Instead, the Mets lost 7-6 dropping my season record to 2-2.
Next up was to drink my sorrows away at this Upper East Side bar crawl. I was meeting up with Beispel and Kelly and since I had 6 beers in me from the game, I figured I might as well keep it going. During the course of the night Rocco and Jawn met up with us as we continued our drinking binge. One thing lead to another and several bars later I found myself in dire need of a real meal. At some point I apparently bet Jawn $50 that Felix Trinidad was going to knockout Winky Wright. Lesson learned: never bet against a guy named "Winky". Good luck collecting on that one big boy!
We went to Brother Jimmy's and threw back a few pitchers as well as one of their trademark fish bowls, while devouring a couple of orders of french fries and an order of nachos. I was really glad that Kelly hung in there with us til the end. She's a really cool chick, which I already knew, but it was great that the other guys got to see that she wasn't as reserved as they thought she was. This is where the evening started to get interesting....only not for me.
Since I had started drinking so early I was really starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol that I went through and I felt myself slowing down. And that was unfortunate since Beispel was trying to get me to stay out longer because he was going to meet up with a friend of his who happened to be in the company of a porn star! I can't remember her name but normally I would've sucked it up and saw where the rest of the night took me.
Unfortunately, my liver had a meeting with my brain and they decided that the best course of action for me was to get my ass back to Long Island. Needless to say that turned out to be quite an odyssey. First I puked my head off in the LIRR bathroom and then had to wait for the 1:09 am train to Mineola. I shoulda known something was wrong since that train wasn't listed as the Ronkonkoma line but merely said there was a connection to it. As it turned out I had to get off the train at Mineola, board a bus with a bunch of other drunk Long Islanders to Hicksville, get out there and then board a train to Ronkonkoma.
When it was all said it done I was home at a little after 3 am wishing that I had stuck it out with Beispel but instead was grateful that I was in my bed. So in review: baseball game, bar crawl, massive alcohol consumption, squandered a chance to meet a real live porn star, 2 and half hour commute back to Long Island.
Now that my friends is one heckuva day.