Today I worked. I always work. I skipped lunch and I don't eat breakfast. After work I dropped one of the laborers off and was hungry. My dad went home after work so I hit him up and asked him if he wanted to eat. I was gonna get cheesesteaks but he wanted nicks roast beef. Nicks is a bar on 22nd and Jackson in south Philly. I was totally down for nicks and since I was going I could have a couple drinks.
I get there and I guy I know is bartending so I place my order and order a crown and 7up. I drink it in 3 gulps. Literally in 15 seconds. He gives me another. I do the same. And again. And again. And again. And again. I get my food and leave. By the time I get back to my dads (it's only 5 mins away tops) I'm pretty damn drunk. I eat ferociously.
So that was the good part of the day. Now the pain in the ass part.
We are totally remodeling this bi level in Philly. Last week I sheetrocked the basement with the help of my very close buddy Martin who doesn't speak English but we get along so good. We are slowly teaching each other Spanish and English respectively. I'm even turning him towards metal to some extent. Anyway. Today. I had to prep the newly sheetrocked basement to be painted so me and Martin sanded the spackle down and cleaned it up real nice. I sprayed it with the primer. Now yesterday I put ceramic tile down in the entrance way. Today after painting the basement I grouted it. Now we also have to put ceramic down in the base ment but the floor down there is totally not level so I had bought ten 40 lbs boxes of self leveling cement.
This is the part that was a whore.
Idk if any of you guys have ever done carpentry or construction of any kind but this is what I do. I've been laying tile (vinyl, ceramic) since I was fifteen. Anyway. I mix the first box. Get my long 2 by 4 and before putting the concrete to the floor you have to see where the problem areas are and this floor is fucked. Needless to say the floor should be damn near perfect now. We will see on Monday.
So that was my day.
