please excuse all of my jackassed comments lastnight (this morning, rather). i was on an alcohol induced stupor for most of the night, and managed to make an ass out of myself over the phone until i ran out of numbers to call, and transcended onto the internet. luckily it (the internet) cut out on me before i could make it worse. (however, trocc is still the gem of the internet).
I guess i'll explain the alcohol thing now. last night, my friend jimmy, my roomate tracy and myself all ventured out to the ave's to go grab a drink at this place called "Trader Sam's". Now trader sam's is like a tiki bar, however it's always crowded, the jukebox is PACKED with dave mathews band, and there's a bunch of big, undersexed, oversexualized frat dudes from SF state there chanting out stupid verses of juvenile debauchery as loud as they can, and constantly threating every other dude around with tidings of "ass beatings/kickings/whoopings/etc. so why would us three gentleman types intentionally place ourselves in this zoo? 2 words: scorpion bowls. a scorpion bowl is this big gay bowl of liquor that tastes like a slurpy, makes you look like a sissy, and gets you quite destroyed. We were two bowls deep and getting ready to leave, when all of a sudden our very good friends Angie, Bernie, and Brandt showed up and blessed us with their company. you know how it is when you see someone you used to hang out with all the time but now you don't for some reason... you drink more. yeah, another scorpion bowl for me and my friends please. a little later, a little drunker, my great friend and former roomate danielle miele shows up. danielle and i used to be drinkin partners. he is an excentric roman native with natural dreadlocks and a vegitarian gut that's always full of gas from his bean based diet. he rules. keep them scorpion bowls commin' barkeep!!! bout an hour later...... i am DRUNK, and even though im not drinking anymore, im slowly getting drunker. those damn bowls look all cute with their little paper umbrellas and grenadine cherries, but goddamn do they ever creep up on you. danielle goes into the cala foods for a minute, and i smoked a cigarette to sober up. that fucking asshole came back out with a bottle of bushmills. we drank that bottle on the walk home (we walked directly up the middle of the road, ranting about plato, strangely enough). This isn't alcoholism, it's suicide. how we managed to live through this evening is beyond me. despite the feeling of being poisoned this morning, and having to profusely appologize for drunken phone antics at inopportune hours of the morning, it was a lot of fun to get all stupid and hang out with friends who i haven't seen in awhile.
well, that's about it for now. i need to watch ray allen save the game like a memory card now.
peace folks. don't drink and drive.
wordbilly.
I guess i'll explain the alcohol thing now. last night, my friend jimmy, my roomate tracy and myself all ventured out to the ave's to go grab a drink at this place called "Trader Sam's". Now trader sam's is like a tiki bar, however it's always crowded, the jukebox is PACKED with dave mathews band, and there's a bunch of big, undersexed, oversexualized frat dudes from SF state there chanting out stupid verses of juvenile debauchery as loud as they can, and constantly threating every other dude around with tidings of "ass beatings/kickings/whoopings/etc. so why would us three gentleman types intentionally place ourselves in this zoo? 2 words: scorpion bowls. a scorpion bowl is this big gay bowl of liquor that tastes like a slurpy, makes you look like a sissy, and gets you quite destroyed. We were two bowls deep and getting ready to leave, when all of a sudden our very good friends Angie, Bernie, and Brandt showed up and blessed us with their company. you know how it is when you see someone you used to hang out with all the time but now you don't for some reason... you drink more. yeah, another scorpion bowl for me and my friends please. a little later, a little drunker, my great friend and former roomate danielle miele shows up. danielle and i used to be drinkin partners. he is an excentric roman native with natural dreadlocks and a vegitarian gut that's always full of gas from his bean based diet. he rules. keep them scorpion bowls commin' barkeep!!! bout an hour later...... i am DRUNK, and even though im not drinking anymore, im slowly getting drunker. those damn bowls look all cute with their little paper umbrellas and grenadine cherries, but goddamn do they ever creep up on you. danielle goes into the cala foods for a minute, and i smoked a cigarette to sober up. that fucking asshole came back out with a bottle of bushmills. we drank that bottle on the walk home (we walked directly up the middle of the road, ranting about plato, strangely enough). This isn't alcoholism, it's suicide. how we managed to live through this evening is beyond me. despite the feeling of being poisoned this morning, and having to profusely appologize for drunken phone antics at inopportune hours of the morning, it was a lot of fun to get all stupid and hang out with friends who i haven't seen in awhile.
well, that's about it for now. i need to watch ray allen save the game like a memory card now.
peace folks. don't drink and drive.
wordbilly.
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Denver's done - how do you feel about the San Antonio matchup that's facing your team now?