I, however, am sitting at work, pounding through pages of php code that I’ve written in the last few days and trying to abstract a bunch of repetition into some elegant functions. So I’m juicing myself up with non-organic, sugar-added chocolate and caffeinated drinks while my eyes are turning read and starting to bug out from the monitors and florescent lights. I’m psyching myself up to spend a “relaxing” evening tomorrow at Fat City, flooring it to Mojo Apostles and Angry Amputees tunes. Maybe I can talk good ol’ Drinkin’ Dave into chaperoning me – just to temper my excitement a bit.

Of course, I don’t have to let it all out tomorrow. The A’s home opener is next week, and the booze and meat fest will be in full swing within minutes of the parking lot opening. I’m sure that there’ll be plenty of loud, “intellectual” stimulation from Wickage, the Mercury Brothers, etc. I’ll be lucky to stand upright the next day.

Go ahead and try to tell me you’d rather be there than here.