hmm, okay, i just finished washing the car and i thought "now, that i'm on the brink of heat stroke, why don't i go on inside and update me blog?" seriously, that's what i thought, and then i sprayed my hand with the pressure washer to wake myself up.
so where to start?
last wednesday, i decided that i would like spend my labor day weekend visiting my humboldt bay family. no big deal, just a 4 hour drive and $30 worth of gas each direction. i wanted to go up friday afternoon, but i had tickets to a local showing of "the merchant of venice."
saturday morning, i woke up, tossed some clothes in a bag, and hit the road. in the first couple of hours of my trip i hit holiday weekend traffic, and with the heat it was very uncomfortable sitting in traffic with my leather apolstry.
eventually, i made it to eureka. as soon as i entered town, i drove by an ex-girlfriend and got a call from a couple of people i wanted to hear from, a couple of people i didn't. my man george tells me there's a dinner and then a kegger that night, both of which i'm up for. i don't even have a chance to freshen up before i'm whisked away to dinner. the dinner was at my friend rachel's new house, so i knew i'd have good company. george and i picked up kacy and marc (rachel's boyfriend) and headed over. we ate chicken, yelled at eachother, watched "being john malkovich," enjoyed a few rounds of great whites. met a few new people at the dinner, too.
next, we hit the kegger. at first, it was pretty low-key. it was supposed to be a birthday party for our friend BJ, but i didn't even see him around. the beer was awful, some cheap, light shit, but that didn't stop use from kicking ass at beer pong. soon, though, the place started to get really, really crowded. people were lined up outside of the door, smoking out on the lawn, and even partying in the field across the road. sick of the shite beer, rachel, george, a new friend named katie, and i ran down to the nearest convenience store, picking up a couple of handles of rum. chatted with rachel for a while, played chicken with some cars, whatever. that's when the ex that i passed earlier calls me, says she's at the party, and warns me that there are cops outside. it's probably only a noise complaint, no big deal, and i could care less, already finishing off a good quarter of the handle already in the short walk. that's when the cops drive towards us, right up to us. and then they say have a good night before george and i can even make faces.
when we get back to the party, though, it's still crowded, so we decide to have a little fun. first, we take turns knocking on the front door, which causes a good half of the people in the house to freak out and start exitting out the back of the house. next, we take turns starting fights with each other inside and outside, hitting eachother with our fists of whatever we can find. sadly, as many people as we skeeved out and scared away, two more people, probably highschoolers, would take their place. so we decided to walk back to rachels. the rest of the night was pretty basic. we catch a car full of drunk douchebags nearly hitting a man on a bicycle while yelling "lance armstrong! lance armstrong!" we find a wooden plank and take turns trying to break it over eachother. we cram five people into rachel's two-person hot tub, and then spend an hour attempting to untangle ourselves from eachother. but, just as the night was starting to come to a close, the unthinkable happened: out came the drums and the pretty, pretty princess.
long story short, i fucking won:
but that was just saturday night, which was definitely a decent warm up for sunday.
sunday started off extremely slowly. i woke up early and discovered that most of my friends were either busy with work or paintballing, so i decided to take the opportunity to do my homework, listen to an A's game, and visit with pinney and anondah (which was really boring and awkward). by the time i got home, everyone was back from wherever they had gone, so we decided that we should definitely do something.
my friends aaron and sammy just moved into a new house, and so sammy calls me up, says she's having some of her co-workers from victoria's secret and she wants to throw a house-warming party, but i can't be an asshole. we all head over there, george deciding that he's going to be the designated driver for the night since he had a hang over from the night before (pussy!).
so much went on at the party that i really can't explain it all, so here's a basic list:
-the party was fairly quick, lasting from 9 to 1.
-final drink count, for myself, was:
--1 shot of tequila, 4 shots of rum, 1 shot of vodka, 2 shots of whiskey, a double shot of jagermeister, 1 strawberry dacqueri, 1 margarita, 1 white russian, 2 smirnoff ices, 3 beers, 0 glasses of water.
-final cigarette count was:
--half a pack of djarums, half a pack of camels
-the girls from victoria's secret were utlra snooty and stuck in a click, and even though sammy told me not to be an asshole, i couldn't help asking each of them just what victoria's secret was.
-number of responses to that question: 1, if you consider a huge boyfriend giving me the stink eye and sammy quickly ushering me outside of another cigarette.
-number of girls hit on: 3
-number of guys hit on: 1. dan makes the best mixed drinks, and if only there was some way i could repay him...
-phone numbers recieved: 1, which i promptly lost.
-made out with katie, who then made out with sammy
-spilled a white russian on katie's lap
-number of times a discussion regarding tool or nine inch nails came up: 3
-no hookah
eventually the party started to die down. we ran out of booze, sammy hopped in the shower, so we (kacy, george, katie, and myself) decided to go to katie's and pass out. by this point, george has started drinking, so we walked. it was halfway through the walk when the sprinklers came on.
first, i throw katie in. she tackles me, tries to throw me in, too. george is just running around. out of nowhere comes kacy with his steel-toes and kicks me square in the brown eye, sending me sailing into the sprinklers. we exchange a few blows, pause briefly to throw katie back in, and then resume fighting. i got to block one of his kicks and hit boot his me directly in the wrist, which suddenly feels as if it's twisted slightly, like somebody's stopped in the middle of giving me an indian burn. i punch him in the gut, so he kicks me in the hand.
so here we are, all wet and rolling in the grass, and i can't move my hand. of course, that doesn't stop me from playing, and that definitely doesn't knock me out of my stupor. we get to katie's, she jumps in bed with george, and kacy and just i stand there dripping. we decide, for some reason, to go visit the ex that was at the party. we head over to her apartment, kacy leaves for his. she and i talk for a while, wax nostalgic, get down. it's halfway through the getting-down part that she suddenly starts crying. it's extremely awkward, and she doesn't want to talk about it, so i just get dressed and walk back to kacy's. it's 8 in the morning, i'm still soaking wet, and i'm trekking a mile through the fog on twisted ankles and a sore ass.
i catch kacy just before he goes to work and pass out in george's room.
i sleep until 10, and then we all (george, kacy, marc and myself) run out to get breakfast. this is when i realize there's something up with my wrist. i can barely move it or lift it without it hurting. the back of my hand had this deep and all-over sore, and my thumb just won't move. so at breakfast i'm finding it difficult to shovel food into my mouth. now, mind you, this isn't a pretty picture. most of us have gone unbathed since the day prior, wearing the same clothes, half of us stink of sex, liquor, and cigarettes, kacy's eating whole plates of food by the minute, and we're all sitting there yelling at eachother and hitting on the waitress. then i find out that everyone's planning on going on a hike that day, so i'm in.
first, we pick up my car from aaron and sammy's, and it's extremely hard to drive it because of my wrist. but i suck it up and work through the pain. we drove out to the park, where we discovered a large herd of elk, some of which attempted to charge the car. we drove further in, riding through broken dirt trails and creeks until we get to the parking lot. katie had already shown up much earlier than we, but she had already embarked on the trail, so george decided that he wanted to run through the trail to get to her. this place, it used to be the bottom of a deep river, carved over centuries, and filled with fallen trees, heavy brush, and trickling streams. so here we are running through the woods, vaulting ourselves over fallen trees, ducking to miss branches, just crawling and getting dirty, all great fun. i'm pulling myself over shit even with my bad hand, and i'm having a ball.
after the "hike" we get back to the apartment and start to pack. katie calls and demands that we all have dinner together before i leave, so she, kacy, george and i all drive out to denny's. we eat, we laugh, we make a mess. when we're done, katie hugs me goodbye, george waves, and kacy assaults me. we make plans for a devil makes three show on the 15th, and then i leave.
by the time i got home, it was 1 am and i was barely awake. i crawled right into bed.
of course, i only got 5 hours of sleep, and then it was time for school.
so right now, i feel like shit, my wrist is on fire, my back is sore, my ankles don't work, my throat aches from over use and sing-alongs. it's definitely time for me to sleep or something.
that's my weekend. pretty boring read, but you should have been there. i'll try to get some more pictures from rachel since she has the camera.
how was everyone else's weekend?
so where to start?
last wednesday, i decided that i would like spend my labor day weekend visiting my humboldt bay family. no big deal, just a 4 hour drive and $30 worth of gas each direction. i wanted to go up friday afternoon, but i had tickets to a local showing of "the merchant of venice."
saturday morning, i woke up, tossed some clothes in a bag, and hit the road. in the first couple of hours of my trip i hit holiday weekend traffic, and with the heat it was very uncomfortable sitting in traffic with my leather apolstry.
eventually, i made it to eureka. as soon as i entered town, i drove by an ex-girlfriend and got a call from a couple of people i wanted to hear from, a couple of people i didn't. my man george tells me there's a dinner and then a kegger that night, both of which i'm up for. i don't even have a chance to freshen up before i'm whisked away to dinner. the dinner was at my friend rachel's new house, so i knew i'd have good company. george and i picked up kacy and marc (rachel's boyfriend) and headed over. we ate chicken, yelled at eachother, watched "being john malkovich," enjoyed a few rounds of great whites. met a few new people at the dinner, too.
next, we hit the kegger. at first, it was pretty low-key. it was supposed to be a birthday party for our friend BJ, but i didn't even see him around. the beer was awful, some cheap, light shit, but that didn't stop use from kicking ass at beer pong. soon, though, the place started to get really, really crowded. people were lined up outside of the door, smoking out on the lawn, and even partying in the field across the road. sick of the shite beer, rachel, george, a new friend named katie, and i ran down to the nearest convenience store, picking up a couple of handles of rum. chatted with rachel for a while, played chicken with some cars, whatever. that's when the ex that i passed earlier calls me, says she's at the party, and warns me that there are cops outside. it's probably only a noise complaint, no big deal, and i could care less, already finishing off a good quarter of the handle already in the short walk. that's when the cops drive towards us, right up to us. and then they say have a good night before george and i can even make faces.
when we get back to the party, though, it's still crowded, so we decide to have a little fun. first, we take turns knocking on the front door, which causes a good half of the people in the house to freak out and start exitting out the back of the house. next, we take turns starting fights with each other inside and outside, hitting eachother with our fists of whatever we can find. sadly, as many people as we skeeved out and scared away, two more people, probably highschoolers, would take their place. so we decided to walk back to rachels. the rest of the night was pretty basic. we catch a car full of drunk douchebags nearly hitting a man on a bicycle while yelling "lance armstrong! lance armstrong!" we find a wooden plank and take turns trying to break it over eachother. we cram five people into rachel's two-person hot tub, and then spend an hour attempting to untangle ourselves from eachother. but, just as the night was starting to come to a close, the unthinkable happened: out came the drums and the pretty, pretty princess.
long story short, i fucking won:
but that was just saturday night, which was definitely a decent warm up for sunday.
sunday started off extremely slowly. i woke up early and discovered that most of my friends were either busy with work or paintballing, so i decided to take the opportunity to do my homework, listen to an A's game, and visit with pinney and anondah (which was really boring and awkward). by the time i got home, everyone was back from wherever they had gone, so we decided that we should definitely do something.
my friends aaron and sammy just moved into a new house, and so sammy calls me up, says she's having some of her co-workers from victoria's secret and she wants to throw a house-warming party, but i can't be an asshole. we all head over there, george deciding that he's going to be the designated driver for the night since he had a hang over from the night before (pussy!).
so much went on at the party that i really can't explain it all, so here's a basic list:
-the party was fairly quick, lasting from 9 to 1.
-final drink count, for myself, was:
--1 shot of tequila, 4 shots of rum, 1 shot of vodka, 2 shots of whiskey, a double shot of jagermeister, 1 strawberry dacqueri, 1 margarita, 1 white russian, 2 smirnoff ices, 3 beers, 0 glasses of water.
-final cigarette count was:
--half a pack of djarums, half a pack of camels
-the girls from victoria's secret were utlra snooty and stuck in a click, and even though sammy told me not to be an asshole, i couldn't help asking each of them just what victoria's secret was.
-number of responses to that question: 1, if you consider a huge boyfriend giving me the stink eye and sammy quickly ushering me outside of another cigarette.
-number of girls hit on: 3
-number of guys hit on: 1. dan makes the best mixed drinks, and if only there was some way i could repay him...
-phone numbers recieved: 1, which i promptly lost.
-made out with katie, who then made out with sammy
-spilled a white russian on katie's lap
-number of times a discussion regarding tool or nine inch nails came up: 3
-no hookah
eventually the party started to die down. we ran out of booze, sammy hopped in the shower, so we (kacy, george, katie, and myself) decided to go to katie's and pass out. by this point, george has started drinking, so we walked. it was halfway through the walk when the sprinklers came on.
first, i throw katie in. she tackles me, tries to throw me in, too. george is just running around. out of nowhere comes kacy with his steel-toes and kicks me square in the brown eye, sending me sailing into the sprinklers. we exchange a few blows, pause briefly to throw katie back in, and then resume fighting. i got to block one of his kicks and hit boot his me directly in the wrist, which suddenly feels as if it's twisted slightly, like somebody's stopped in the middle of giving me an indian burn. i punch him in the gut, so he kicks me in the hand.
so here we are, all wet and rolling in the grass, and i can't move my hand. of course, that doesn't stop me from playing, and that definitely doesn't knock me out of my stupor. we get to katie's, she jumps in bed with george, and kacy and just i stand there dripping. we decide, for some reason, to go visit the ex that was at the party. we head over to her apartment, kacy leaves for his. she and i talk for a while, wax nostalgic, get down. it's halfway through the getting-down part that she suddenly starts crying. it's extremely awkward, and she doesn't want to talk about it, so i just get dressed and walk back to kacy's. it's 8 in the morning, i'm still soaking wet, and i'm trekking a mile through the fog on twisted ankles and a sore ass.
i catch kacy just before he goes to work and pass out in george's room.
i sleep until 10, and then we all (george, kacy, marc and myself) run out to get breakfast. this is when i realize there's something up with my wrist. i can barely move it or lift it without it hurting. the back of my hand had this deep and all-over sore, and my thumb just won't move. so at breakfast i'm finding it difficult to shovel food into my mouth. now, mind you, this isn't a pretty picture. most of us have gone unbathed since the day prior, wearing the same clothes, half of us stink of sex, liquor, and cigarettes, kacy's eating whole plates of food by the minute, and we're all sitting there yelling at eachother and hitting on the waitress. then i find out that everyone's planning on going on a hike that day, so i'm in.
first, we pick up my car from aaron and sammy's, and it's extremely hard to drive it because of my wrist. but i suck it up and work through the pain. we drove out to the park, where we discovered a large herd of elk, some of which attempted to charge the car. we drove further in, riding through broken dirt trails and creeks until we get to the parking lot. katie had already shown up much earlier than we, but she had already embarked on the trail, so george decided that he wanted to run through the trail to get to her. this place, it used to be the bottom of a deep river, carved over centuries, and filled with fallen trees, heavy brush, and trickling streams. so here we are running through the woods, vaulting ourselves over fallen trees, ducking to miss branches, just crawling and getting dirty, all great fun. i'm pulling myself over shit even with my bad hand, and i'm having a ball.
after the "hike" we get back to the apartment and start to pack. katie calls and demands that we all have dinner together before i leave, so she, kacy, george and i all drive out to denny's. we eat, we laugh, we make a mess. when we're done, katie hugs me goodbye, george waves, and kacy assaults me. we make plans for a devil makes three show on the 15th, and then i leave.
by the time i got home, it was 1 am and i was barely awake. i crawled right into bed.
of course, i only got 5 hours of sleep, and then it was time for school.
so right now, i feel like shit, my wrist is on fire, my back is sore, my ankles don't work, my throat aches from over use and sing-alongs. it's definitely time for me to sleep or something.
that's my weekend. pretty boring read, but you should have been there. i'll try to get some more pictures from rachel since she has the camera.
how was everyone else's weekend?
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