Well, I've had an interesting time the past few weeks.
I went to Ru Sans with the girl I was dating a few weeks ago. Turns out she goes there so often that the entire staff knows her. In other words, they gave us caraff after caraff of free saki. I eventually had to stop drinking so that I'd still be able to get us home.
The next morning she left for work and I left for fabulous Milledgeville, Ga. for the annual weekend of partying for my friends the twins' birthday. We got there Friday night and went out to a bar. And I'm not exaggerating in the least when I say that we brought the party; before we arrived, the only people there were two guys shooting pool and two or three old people next to the bar. At one point a freind of ours literally fell off the bar and hit the floor. It was awesome.
The next morning we woke up and headed straight for the lake. We spent the day on the boat, grilling out, and drinking heavily. I met this awesome girl named Mallory (who I had met several times before but always at those occasions where I had a bit of memory loss) and basically spent the rest of the day and night partying with her. The lake house is two stories with a basement, and in the back a deck reaches out over the basement. They constructed a funnel that dropped from the deck to nearly ground level and fed into two hoses. And that girl kept making me do it. It was nuts. There was a whole bunch of other random bullshit that happened that night that I don't remember enough to recall really, and my night culminated in getting a date with that Mallory girl.
We woke up in the morning to find this kid Brian asleep on the roof with this girl Juice (her name's Jen, they already had a Jen, they call her Juice... yeah, my friends are weird). The funny part was that Juice was passed out with her head buried in his crotch. So, naturally, we threw water balloons at them until they woke up. We then spent the rest of the day lounging around the lake, and that night we shot off fireworks and played apples to apples. The highlight, if you could call it that, of the day was taking out the pontoon boat and flaoting like 100 yards out before realizing it wouldn't start. Oh, and that night a bunch of our friends ran out of gas while tuning and had to be towed back in shame.
Now, here's the list of casualties for the weekend:
I cut the hell out of my foot on the ladder into the lake, but I was too wasted to realize it probably needed stitches, so now I have this wicked scar on my ankle. Everyone else seemed to be injuring their feet as well; Spencer did the same thing I did, Mallory stepped in a bed of fireants, Brandon (as usual) tripped and fucked himself up. A bunch of furniture got broken, Paul pissed on the coffee table in the living room, I took my cellphone for a nice swim around the lake, Steve lost his keys (but later found them; he had fallen asleep in his car with the lights on, door open, engine running, and radio on, and Lindsay took his keys and, for some retarded reason, hid them), Spencer lost his keys (and never found them).
I came home the next morning (with Brandon vomiting ina cup for the entire two hour ride. Bastard's now thrown up in 3 out of 3 of my cars) and went to work. I soon realized that I had spent a LOT more money than I had meant to and was pretty much broke until next paycheck. Tuesday night Kim started telling me things like "I really like you, like, a lot" and so I was forced to end it rather than string her along. I spent the rest of the week moving out of my old apartment.
And, since last weekend, I've pretty much just had people over every night.
Sunday Steve and I went and saw Rise Against and Alkaline Trio, both of whom were fucking awesome. I never really thought much about Alkaline Trio, but they were awesome live, and now I can't quit listening to them. All their songs are about alcohol and heartbreak. Awesome. I ran into some friends at the show and met up with Mallory. It was a good time.
Oh, and I got hassled by the man before the show. Mary Ellen, Steve, Aleshia and I were standing on a corner outside The Masquerade, hanging out and drinking beer as we've done for the last seven or eight years. Suddenly a cop rolls up, glares at us, and asks us for our IDs. Seriosuly, I've been doing that since i was 14, and I finally get harassed for it when I'm 21! Anyway, so we all show him our IDs (and it was very obvious he was looking to get us for minor in possession; he looked at Steve's and grumbled "You just turned 21," to which Steve replied "Yes I did!") and he tells us "It is illegal to drink outside in the state of Georgia. So I threw my beer over my shoulder and started to walk away, when he said "Hey! It is also illegal to litter in the state of Georgia!" At this point I started laughing, picked up my empty beer can, and walked away. He continued to yella t Aleshia for not pouring out her beer while she was putting her ID back in her purse. It was just a really funny situation.
For the 4th we barbequed at my house and then went to watch the fireworks at Lenox which, by the way, were the best fireworks I've ever seen.
And, on that note, I have to go to work.
I went to Ru Sans with the girl I was dating a few weeks ago. Turns out she goes there so often that the entire staff knows her. In other words, they gave us caraff after caraff of free saki. I eventually had to stop drinking so that I'd still be able to get us home.
The next morning she left for work and I left for fabulous Milledgeville, Ga. for the annual weekend of partying for my friends the twins' birthday. We got there Friday night and went out to a bar. And I'm not exaggerating in the least when I say that we brought the party; before we arrived, the only people there were two guys shooting pool and two or three old people next to the bar. At one point a freind of ours literally fell off the bar and hit the floor. It was awesome.
The next morning we woke up and headed straight for the lake. We spent the day on the boat, grilling out, and drinking heavily. I met this awesome girl named Mallory (who I had met several times before but always at those occasions where I had a bit of memory loss) and basically spent the rest of the day and night partying with her. The lake house is two stories with a basement, and in the back a deck reaches out over the basement. They constructed a funnel that dropped from the deck to nearly ground level and fed into two hoses. And that girl kept making me do it. It was nuts. There was a whole bunch of other random bullshit that happened that night that I don't remember enough to recall really, and my night culminated in getting a date with that Mallory girl.
We woke up in the morning to find this kid Brian asleep on the roof with this girl Juice (her name's Jen, they already had a Jen, they call her Juice... yeah, my friends are weird). The funny part was that Juice was passed out with her head buried in his crotch. So, naturally, we threw water balloons at them until they woke up. We then spent the rest of the day lounging around the lake, and that night we shot off fireworks and played apples to apples. The highlight, if you could call it that, of the day was taking out the pontoon boat and flaoting like 100 yards out before realizing it wouldn't start. Oh, and that night a bunch of our friends ran out of gas while tuning and had to be towed back in shame.
Now, here's the list of casualties for the weekend:
I cut the hell out of my foot on the ladder into the lake, but I was too wasted to realize it probably needed stitches, so now I have this wicked scar on my ankle. Everyone else seemed to be injuring their feet as well; Spencer did the same thing I did, Mallory stepped in a bed of fireants, Brandon (as usual) tripped and fucked himself up. A bunch of furniture got broken, Paul pissed on the coffee table in the living room, I took my cellphone for a nice swim around the lake, Steve lost his keys (but later found them; he had fallen asleep in his car with the lights on, door open, engine running, and radio on, and Lindsay took his keys and, for some retarded reason, hid them), Spencer lost his keys (and never found them).
I came home the next morning (with Brandon vomiting ina cup for the entire two hour ride. Bastard's now thrown up in 3 out of 3 of my cars) and went to work. I soon realized that I had spent a LOT more money than I had meant to and was pretty much broke until next paycheck. Tuesday night Kim started telling me things like "I really like you, like, a lot" and so I was forced to end it rather than string her along. I spent the rest of the week moving out of my old apartment.
And, since last weekend, I've pretty much just had people over every night.
Sunday Steve and I went and saw Rise Against and Alkaline Trio, both of whom were fucking awesome. I never really thought much about Alkaline Trio, but they were awesome live, and now I can't quit listening to them. All their songs are about alcohol and heartbreak. Awesome. I ran into some friends at the show and met up with Mallory. It was a good time.
Oh, and I got hassled by the man before the show. Mary Ellen, Steve, Aleshia and I were standing on a corner outside The Masquerade, hanging out and drinking beer as we've done for the last seven or eight years. Suddenly a cop rolls up, glares at us, and asks us for our IDs. Seriosuly, I've been doing that since i was 14, and I finally get harassed for it when I'm 21! Anyway, so we all show him our IDs (and it was very obvious he was looking to get us for minor in possession; he looked at Steve's and grumbled "You just turned 21," to which Steve replied "Yes I did!") and he tells us "It is illegal to drink outside in the state of Georgia. So I threw my beer over my shoulder and started to walk away, when he said "Hey! It is also illegal to litter in the state of Georgia!" At this point I started laughing, picked up my empty beer can, and walked away. He continued to yella t Aleshia for not pouring out her beer while she was putting her ID back in her purse. It was just a really funny situation.
For the 4th we barbequed at my house and then went to watch the fireworks at Lenox which, by the way, were the best fireworks I've ever seen.
And, on that note, I have to go to work.
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mygoddamnradio:
I will so be at Weezer. In fact, I'm already there. Ok, no...no not really. But I can't wait! I'll keep an eye out for you. You keep an eye out for a short platinum blonde making an ass of herself. We're sure to find each other then. Drunken asses unite!
flux:
whoa.