The best thing about this update is that we won, not only did we win, we throughly demolished Birmingham. And I’d like to think it was due in large part to the fact I, ok all of us Americans, were there. But then again it could’ve just been that we’re finally out of November which is always a dreadful month for the club.

But first things first. I got very very drunk yesterday. Yes I know go fig. But I’m talking about, drinking from 11am to 11pm. Yea it was one of those kinds of days. Though really I started drinking early mostly because my fucking tiny hotel room doesn’t get SkySports, so I couldn’t see the early match. So where else could I view it, why at a pub of course.

That’s really the only reason I started rinking at 11. I started at a pub called The Gunners, which as you can tell is definetly Arsenal-centric. So I sit around drinking by myself waiting for the Cheselea v Newcastle game to start and things are ok. I’m drinking my Carlsberg and enjoying the atmosphere and when the game finally starts the place is pretty packed by now, so I give up sitting down so I can see the tv. At which point I made a commetn to some guys around me and turns out they were from Norway. Of course one of the first things they asked about was why an American was here, etc, to which I told them “Arsenal of course,” that made thenm kind of happy I think. But really they were nice guys and I managed to see them after the game and he asked if I was happier now that we won. I was. I think they’re even going to the reserve team game on Monday so hopefully I’ll see ’em again.

Gametime comes around and I had met up with the other people from Arsenal America and all were drunk too. So a bunch of us finally head around to the stadium probably 20 minutes before kickoff and it’s just great. Everyone around was in full Arsenal gear and for once I was around similar-minded people, which is why I never want to leave!

The game was good, mostly in the fact we won. I thought our first-half performance was a bit shaky but we got ahead through Pires’ strike from distance. The second half we started to look better and get a lot more posession of the ball, however we couldn’t capitalize on that until later in the half. And when we did we managed to grab to goals from Henry. Hell it was such an awesome night that he even scored one with his head, I think he’s only gotten about 3 from his head ever in the Premiership.

Post game was good as well, I was to meet some more people at a bar up the road so off I headed since I figured trying to meet up with my friend Stefan and his girlfriend would be silly just because of the shear amount of people. So off I trundled to the bar. And upon getting there didn’t recogonize anyone I didn’t exactly know how to ask random people about Arseblog. So I went back outside, grabbed a bite to eat from some semi-shady looking Chicken shop. Suprisingly though the chicken was damned good, but that could’ve been because I was starving, who knows. So I get done eating, walk back to the bar and make around trip ’round it looking for a familar face, sadly I still don’t see one.

Now it’s time to try the last-straw, using my cellphone. So I dial Stefan and sure enough the fat-bastard answered and turns out they were about 30 seconds away. Finding them I feel empowered to actually drink and we meet up with everyone else, turns out the lot had been there the whole time and I was just retarded.

And this is the point where the drunkeness really comes back to bite me in the ass. I continue drinking [Strongbow this time] and I get very drunk, only I’ve already been pretty buzzed once today so accompaning this drunkness is one helluva headache. But it doesn’t matter cause I’m having a helluva good time.

Eventually everyone leaves, we [being me, Stefan, and Eva his girlfriend] walk a friend Lisa to her b&b and then promptly realize that the tubes have stopped running. Which leaves the fun prediciment of “How to get home?” I’m not sure about Stefan and his girl, because they got on a double-decker bound for Liverpool St. but me being so tired and annoyed I don’t go with them and instead get a mini-cab to my hotel. Though the mini-cab wasn’t really mini, it was a friggin Passat. But whatever I got home, didn’t get robbed, and managed to get a lot of sleep this morning.

That said, I’d repeat the day in a hearbeat if possible. Because it was just goddamned fun.

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