Comma Moderation

It was a pretty sober weekend.

Nuggets OT thriller, fists bumps with melo, pictures of melo's quadricep, tequila, 4 am lightrail rides, line dances, mimosas, 2 block cab rides, third row seats-basically on the floor, CP3 and his posse, Lil' Wayne and his posse, 47 phone photos, 2 nonblurry phone photos, God and Puppies, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTT, YEAAAAAAAAAA, "who was that, just some random douche bag?"-"no it was me", 38 lb beer mugs, wind, almost closing the deal with a blonde, not closing the deal with the blonde and seeing her steal my coat, ex-girlfriend(s), WHAAAAT, YEEEAAAAAA, o wait that's lil John, not lil wayne, who the fuck is lil wayne, TULO, Rabbit Ears pass PMS shitstorm, $15 covers, knowing more people at the bar than all my friends that live in Denver, floral fedoras, sucking at rendezvousing with people and not seeing my best friend, yelling wooooooooooooooooo really loud to win an argument, sibling chug offs, sibling puke offs, fuddruckers, shot shot shot shot shot shot shots, shot shot shot shot shot shot shots, wait Nelly, you're still here?, Kiss Cam, Saints, Brett Favre Fulfilling his Prophecy, Kenyon Martin Killing People, brushing my teeth, 3.5 games back of the Lakers.......Can't wait for Next Weekend