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I know I haven’t updated much and am two weeks behind on updating Babe of the Week and I apologize. I’ve just been really busy with girls, playing Resident Evil, drinking alcohol, more girls, playing SOCOM, more drinking, catching up on Battlestar Gallactica, and more girls and drinking the liquor. It’s been a wonderfully hectic last few weeks but I promise two new Babe of the Week updates before the end of the weekend. Oh, by the way, my first St Patty’s Day in Beantown was beyond amazing and the pimp hand was in full effect. Lots of beer, lots of hugs, lots of kisses, lots of digits and lots of fun.

The pain in the ass gall bladder is set to be removed next week on Friday, December 19th, so this will be my final weekend of partying until after Christmas. I might actually stay in tonight and finish up Weeds Season 4, but tomorrow night will undoubtedly be one for the record books. My boy Harris knows a girl that will be out celebrating her 21st at either District or Gypsy, so the wildness will undoubtedly be off the charts.

I get to work from home today because I have a 2:30PM doctor’s appointment so it didn’t make sense to make the 45 min drive to and from work four times today. It’s cool to have this option, but my chair at home, which I never normally use, doesn’t provide adequate back support. Plus, it’s kind of too quiet and I think my place is haunted…and not by one of those cool cock sucking ghosts.

Anyway, this weekend should be a blast. The plan is to hit up Middlesex Lounge in Cambridge tonight without the angry friend and then tomorrow we’ll be back at Model Central, aka Venu in Boston. I’m expecting the roll to be fierce on both nights and hopefully I’ll come back with some good stories, maybe some pics and if I’m lucky some brand new STDs.

I know I said I would update yesterday with a pair of Babe of the Week honorees to catch me up, but I’m an alcoholic and you can’t trust our kind. The big problem with my semi-promise was that it was Matt Murphy’s Tuesday and I didn’t have time for the website. You see, every other Tuesday we hit up Matt Murphy’s Pub in Brookline to listen to our friend and co-worker Geoff Scott play some music. It’s always a great time because the music’s always excellent and the pub is wicked awesome and it’s become a mandatory event.

Last night, however, was a bit sketchy. It was fantastic at the place and I had an amazing time, but I got wicked lost on the walk home — even more so than two weeks ago when the random hot young girl brought me into her home for some coffee. I ended up near Cleveland Circle, which is hella far from where I needed to be and in the completely wrong direction. I also kept trying to take drunken naps on the sidewalk but a very kind police officer kept waking me up and telling me to get home. I begged for a lift at one point, but he said he wasn’t allowed to and that he could only call a cab…but, since I was out of cash and for some reason Boston cabs are anti-credit cards that didn’t do me any good.

I eventually found my way to Beacon St, where my apartment is on, but it was crazy far from where I lived and in completely the opposite direction from where I should’ve been heading. I was so pissed because I just wanted to get home and I took my frustrations out on Brandon’s voicemail. Anyway, the duo of Babes is coming soon. The exact time is TBD, much like the continuation of the World Series that nobody seems to be watching.

For starters, I had amazing nights out on both Friday and Saturday. Both evenings were loads of fun and there were plenty of hot chicks to entertain everywhere we went. Then things went really good with all of my football teams on both Saturday and Sunday.

The Miami Hurricanes took care of business against Wake Forest and still have an outside shot at the ACC title or at least being bowl eligible. The Dolphins played great today and beat down the Buffalo Bills, with Ginn Jr finally showcasing his playmaking ability. And that’s not all, my fantasy football team scored 109 points and barring a 40+ point outburst by Scaife on MNF should up its record to 6-2 and into a three-way tie atop the division.

And in what might quite possibly be the best news of the weekend, I weighed-in this morning at 299.6 lbs. Hopefully I won’t ever allow myself to go up past the 300 mark ever again for the rest of my life. If I do, I give you permission to put a bullet in my head. It feels good to be back under 300 lbs and I can’t wait till my wrist and ankle/foot heal up so I can start getting back into the gym on a regular basis.

I had yet another fantastic week where I ate healthy every day and worked out each and every morning. The result was a drop of 6 lbs from 317.2 lbs to 311.2 lbs. I capped things off with a fun night out on the town Saturday night where Brandon & I headed over to this place called Privus and got our drink on while admiring the slew of young and extremely hot talent. It was truly amazing out and there were just an insane amount of completely bangable babes all around. My confidence level isn’t at the point where I can do much about it so it’s more for the motivation and Spank Bank™ material to be honest. Nevertheless, a shit ton of alcohol was consumed, hot girls were talked to and an overall fun time had by all.

Last night was pretty special. Not only was it in celebration of my dear friend and former Babe of the Week Erica Ramos’ birthday, but it marked my first night of going out since moving to the city of Boston. Plus, it also turned out to be the first time I got kicked out of a club in this city (it won’t be the last, I’m certain)!

The night started out strong even before we got to the club as The “T” was overflowing with hot bangable chickies. There were at least a dozen on the train ride over to the Boylston stop that I would’ve loved to bring home and sexually scar for life as tends to happen when I hook up with the female types.

Brandon and I got to The Estate early to avoid any trouble getting in and it was practically empty with the exception of the bouncers and the insanely hot bartenders. However, things picked up quickly and throngs of hot bitches worthy of getting my baby batter splattered over their faces started rolling in. I just knew the night would be a blast when a couple of already shit-faced girls bit it when attempting to get onto the dance floor.

In between Jager shots and Erica’s arrival with her hot friends, I even gave some soon-to-be married chick a piggyback ride to the bar so she could knock that off her checklist of things to do. Some girl even decided to flash me her titties in the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Everything’s a bit foggy after that, however. I do remember the birthday girl’s arrival and the subsequent partying with her group, but shit’s fuzzy as hell. I don’t recall doing anything wrong — except being extremely shit-faced and having issues with walking straight — but I ended up having to be escorted out of the club. It was fun times for all.

I got the results back from the blood tests and it looks like I’ll be living life alcohol-free for the foreseeable future. Not because the alcohol has finally killed my liver or kidneys, but because my diabetes has apparently been out of control. The only reason I was able to kick the insulin dependency in the first place was by losing 150 lbs and getting down to the 240s, so it makes sense that I’d have issues back up in the 330s. It’s no biggie, though, as it just means that I just gotta get back to eating healthy, exercising daily and taking my Metformin (aka Glucophage) until things improve. The only downer is that drinking alcohol can be deadly while taking any diabetic medicine because it keeps your liver from releasing glucose into your blood, so if you ever have to deal with hypoglycemia it can be deadly because simply eating a banana won’t remedy it.

The good news is that I can still watch Harold & Kumar every now and then without any risk of immediate death. Also, one of Metformin’s side effects is that you lose your appetite and often lose weight, which is definitely a good thing. Not to mention, it apparently increases your desire to pay some fat black hooker $70 for a quicky in your car only to get your cash back after you kill her when it’s over. At least, that’s what I’m telling the judge if I’m ever caught. Oh, by the way, I hope to be so rich some day that I own a dragon that shits pizzas. Now that would be BOMB! If you don’t get the reference, then just watch some of the TV shows in your safe house in GTA IV. Hilarious shit.