Well, I just spent the weekend thoroughly draining my bank account because my stupid job decided, once again, to not pay me on time.
As some of you may know, this past weekend was the first annual RAD Olympics, the main event of which was the mighty Case Race. Here's a recap of the rules: teams of two race to see who can finish a full case of beer between them first, with any type of crazy bullshit, ie funneling, allowed. However, if someone vomits during the race, they must drink a Guiness penalty beer to stay in the contest, and at the end the winners must hold everything down for five minutes before they can claim victory.
Needless to say, it was an interesting evening. I was in heat one, along with vladdic. He and his partner ended up winning our heat with a time of 1 hour and 26 minutes. At this point my partner and I were on beer number 17, and I had some random attack of responsibility and decided to forfeit; I had to be at work the next morning at noon and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to drive to work if I finished the contest. Which, I may add, turned out to be the right decision, because I nearly didn't make it to work the next day as it was. Anyway, my friend jay ended up winning the competition with an absolutely insane time of 56 minutes. He was still completely wasted the next day when his dad came to pick him up to go to lunch.
I, for one, was to drunk to properly function in a social environment. For instance, there were some 16 year olds there for some fucking reason, and I was too drunk to properly fuck with them; all I could do was make one of them drink a glass of vodka. For perspective, th last time there were kids at our party, I made one of them do a highball of tabasco sauce and rotgut Evan Williams whiskey. And i apparently blacked out for a while and missed a bunch of stuff, but I'm really not sure what. I vaguely remember wrestling this girl outside, and then I also apparently smacked my friend in the eye, popping a blood vessel. I really kinda wish I could remember doing that.
Lightning Bolt is tonight, but I don't think I'm going to be able to make it because the stupid case race took all my money. Lame.
As some of you may know, this past weekend was the first annual RAD Olympics, the main event of which was the mighty Case Race. Here's a recap of the rules: teams of two race to see who can finish a full case of beer between them first, with any type of crazy bullshit, ie funneling, allowed. However, if someone vomits during the race, they must drink a Guiness penalty beer to stay in the contest, and at the end the winners must hold everything down for five minutes before they can claim victory.
Needless to say, it was an interesting evening. I was in heat one, along with vladdic. He and his partner ended up winning our heat with a time of 1 hour and 26 minutes. At this point my partner and I were on beer number 17, and I had some random attack of responsibility and decided to forfeit; I had to be at work the next morning at noon and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to drive to work if I finished the contest. Which, I may add, turned out to be the right decision, because I nearly didn't make it to work the next day as it was. Anyway, my friend jay ended up winning the competition with an absolutely insane time of 56 minutes. He was still completely wasted the next day when his dad came to pick him up to go to lunch.
I, for one, was to drunk to properly function in a social environment. For instance, there were some 16 year olds there for some fucking reason, and I was too drunk to properly fuck with them; all I could do was make one of them drink a glass of vodka. For perspective, th last time there were kids at our party, I made one of them do a highball of tabasco sauce and rotgut Evan Williams whiskey. And i apparently blacked out for a while and missed a bunch of stuff, but I'm really not sure what. I vaguely remember wrestling this girl outside, and then I also apparently smacked my friend in the eye, popping a blood vessel. I really kinda wish I could remember doing that.
Lightning Bolt is tonight, but I don't think I'm going to be able to make it because the stupid case race took all my money. Lame.
Oh oh.. do you remember me telling you to hit on Kim so I wouldn't have to fuck her? And if you do.. do you remember if she overheard us? Apparently she was trying to leave at some point.. and I think thats what did it. At least I hope so.
[Edited on May 17, 2005 4:18PM]
It's been in my head and on my Pod for WEEKS.
oh way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
it gets hotter than hootchie-cootchie
BLAAAH