Shots and Brews and maybe a Broken Law or Two.
I really wish I could recall everything that went down between Christmas Eve and Today, but in all honesty I cannot. Its like what NoFx said: "Last night was really fun, that's what I heard from almost everyone, I got a hand stamp but not a first hand account, I don't remember what booze I drank, I'm not sure what kind of drugs were done, Without any account can you count it as fun?" I mean I remember a lot, and what I do remember is pretty damn funny and totally worth talking about, but apparently there are things that happened that i don't totally recall. The worst part about it is that no one is telling me what I did to my face, but they are all hinting to me that I did something that I would not normally do. Blacking out, kids, is the best way to make bad decisions that will make great stories.
I digress:
It all started when i got off work Christmas Eve at 12:30 pm, I went right home wrapped presents, and just because my dad has to work crazy hours we celebrated the birth of Christ a little prematurely. At around 730 PM. Not bad though, got plenty of time to play with my new guitar and Wii, also, as a side note, you do not get better at Wii Frisbee as you get drunker, though you do get better at Wii wake boarding the more whiskey you have. Christmas day the usual "You have to go to church fight" started between my brother and my mom, and ended with my hungover ass being asleep till we went to grandmas to have dinner, and not going to church. When I got home, I got the call I was waiting for all day, BAR! And so we went to the watering hole for a few, turned out to be a rip roaring good time, Mikes Dad showed up along with his aunt, and his brother Joel was up from NC. Fucking Good times, I also met a guy I went to school with a long time ago and we all stayed till the cops came to kick us out. It was awesome. Joel would not let me pay for anything, and kept...
Shots and Brews and maybe a Broken Law or Two.
I really wish I could recall everything that went down between Christmas Eve and Today, but in all honesty I cannot. Its like what NoFx said: "Last night was really fun, that's what I heard from almost everyone, I got a hand stamp but not a first hand account, I don't remember what booze I drank, I'm not sure what kind of drugs were done, Without any account can you count it as fun?" I mean I remember a lot, and what I do remember is pretty damn funny and totally worth talking about, but apparently there are things that happened that i don't totally recall. The worst part about it is that no one is telling me what I did to my face, but they are all hinting to me that I did something that I would not normally do. Blacking out, kids, is the best way to make bad decisions that will make great stories.
I digress:
It all started when i got off work Christmas Eve at 12:30 pm, I went right home wrapped presents, and just because my dad has to work crazy hours we celebrated the birth of Christ a little prematurely. At around 730 PM. Not bad though, got plenty of time to play with my new guitar and Wii, also, as a side note, you do not get better at Wii Frisbee as you get drunker, though you do get better at Wii wake boarding the more whiskey you have. Christmas day the usual "You have to go to church fight" started between my brother and my mom, and ended with my hungover ass being asleep till we went to grandmas to have dinner, and not going to church. When I got home, I got the call I was waiting for all day, BAR! And so we went to the watering hole for a few, turned out to be a rip roaring good time, Mikes Dad showed up along with his aunt, and his brother Joel was up from NC. Fucking Good times, I also met a guy I went to school with a long time ago and we all stayed till the cops came to kick us out. It was awesome. Joel would not let me pay for anything, and kept the cherry bombs, jager, and Jameson flowing all night. It was a lot of fun, after the bar we went back to my house and I proceeded to be blacked out and drank Bushmills right out of the bottle until I had a little too much and proceeded to Yam everywhere in the bathroom. This was about the time that my dad came down to get ready for work at roughly 4AM. I greeted him as any good son would, with an offer to hit the bottle still in my vomit covered hand. He declined and told me to clean up the mess I made, which I guess I did cause god knows I don't remember doing it.
After Christmas eve, I spent almost all of Saturday in bed, except for the hour I took to go out and shop for myself to get all the games I wanted and didn't get for Christmas, as it turns out, they cost me about $144 and they are soooo worth it. I am not saying that i don't appreciate everything that I got, I am very grateful for the guitar, and the guy who I stole the one I have from will appreciate getting his back. I mean its not like he doesn't know I have it or anything, its just that when hes around I hide it, and so on and so on. That night I just hung out with my brother and played games, had a couple beers to keep my blood flowing right, it was chill.
That week of work went by really quick, again I had a half day on Thursday night because of New Years, and as soon as I got home I was met by Ann, and we pregamed for the Bar. There was a 20$ cover but seeing as we are regulars we got in free, and made sure all our friends did too. Once we got to the bar the drinking started and wasn't stopped by anyone. The beers were our usual happy hour price and shots were 4 bucks, not bad at all. At midnight champagne was free and we all had more than our share. After that we headed back to my house around 1AM and popped our own bottle of which we all chugged, and once that champagne hit my lips i immediately regretted it. I put down the bottle and walked directly outside, why not the bathroom I do not know, and went right ahead and puked over my neighbors fence. I then came back in grabbed a beer and chilled out for a bit before I went to bed in my clothes. I woke up Friday morning knowing that as a tradition my family gets all our friends and go to all the firehouses in our area and get hammered for practically nothing, and gamble on the firehouses number wheels. Its always a good time. So I grabbed some red bulls for the road and right about 1 in the afternoon had my first 2 beers, and by 3 I was hammered. Now the fire houses have food for free, lots of it, and its usually very good, but I waited till I got to the bar to get something to eat, why, I could not tell you. Now everything was going fine till we got to the last firehouse of the day and I met this guy who is a member of this club that I have been trying to get into for a while. I talk with him for a while and he offers to have all my friends and I come to the clubhouse for cheap beer and good times. I'm ecstatic thinking I'm going to get in, and when we get there I see some other people I know and proceed to buy them all beers in hopes They my sponsor my becoming a member. A few minutes go by and Im told I have to leave, so I do and later find out that it was because of my brother, he was kicked out for being to inebriated. So I can never go back there now because on the way out my mom called one of the members, actually the guy who got us in, an asshole. 6 years I have been trying to get in, and now Im out for life...w00t. After that we all went to Pks I got some food and had some beers, my dad showed up, equally hammered and we had one of those really close heart to hearts only a father and son can have. We both left the bar around 7PM hammered as shit went home and by 11PM I was passed out fully clothed with my TV on and blaring.
I woke up sat. feeling fine around 12PM and found out that since I went to bed so early I missed a lot. Apparently my brother and dad got in a huge fight and almost literally fought each other. My brother ran off, super drunk mind you, till 3 AM which pissed off my dad even more, but he gave up around 1 and went to bed. Then of course my mom freaked out cause no one knew where bri was. It was a whole big thing, and I am sooo glad I missed it all. Bad news for me though, my dad doesn't remember us having that heart to heart. FUCK!
Saturday was full of getting ready for my family's 4th Annual Christmas re gifting Bingo Party, it was a lot fo fun and we have tons of food left over so thats good. Connor and Mike came over and we all played Mario till 2 AM then watched blazing saddles till I passed out.
All in all a really good time that makes me look forward to next year when it will all happen all over again. I am sorry for not writing more but with the holidays and all I just didnt have the time.
Much Love,
The Gary
Now Pics!
Christmas Day, Night!
First we do shots:
There we are, awkward
I cant tell what I'm looking at, but its awesome
I made this Picture
My crew and the Bartender
My Future Ex-Wife
New Years Day Firehouses:
Firehouse 1 with my Bro
Firehouse 2
Firehouse 3 with some of the crew
Bagpipers for the win
Firehouse 4 with some more of the crew
I really wish I could recall everything that went down between Christmas Eve and Today, but in all honesty I cannot. Its like what NoFx said: "Last night was really fun, that's what I heard from almost everyone, I got a hand stamp but not a first hand account, I don't remember what booze I drank, I'm not sure what kind of drugs were done, Without any account can you count it as fun?" I mean I remember a lot, and what I do remember is pretty damn funny and totally worth talking about, but apparently there are things that happened that i don't totally recall. The worst part about it is that no one is telling me what I did to my face, but they are all hinting to me that I did something that I would not normally do. Blacking out, kids, is the best way to make bad decisions that will make great stories.
I digress:
It all started when i got off work Christmas Eve at 12:30 pm, I went right home wrapped presents, and just because my dad has to work crazy hours we celebrated the birth of Christ a little prematurely. At around 730 PM. Not bad though, got plenty of time to play with my new guitar and Wii, also, as a side note, you do not get better at Wii Frisbee as you get drunker, though you do get better at Wii wake boarding the more whiskey you have. Christmas day the usual "You have to go to church fight" started between my brother and my mom, and ended with my hungover ass being asleep till we went to grandmas to have dinner, and not going to church. When I got home, I got the call I was waiting for all day, BAR! And so we went to the watering hole for a few, turned out to be a rip roaring good time, Mikes Dad showed up along with his aunt, and his brother Joel was up from NC. Fucking Good times, I also met a guy I went to school with a long time ago and we all stayed till the cops came to kick us out. It was awesome. Joel would not let me pay for anything, and kept...