The weekend that was...
So last weekend I took a couple days off and drove over to Fargo because a good friend got hitched and had a reception and dance. Being the second wedding for both Robby and Kim they decided to do a family thing before the Justice of Peace and do the rest with all of us.
It rained the whole way there, literally across the whole state from doorstep to doorstep, but let up when I got there. Stopped to buy some new dress pants and then headed to Kev and Emmys where I was staying. Had a couple beers and got ready, we had to hurry up so we could go jump in the stretch hummer to go bar hopping with the wedding party before the reception. This is the cool kind of barhopping as you go around the contryside and hit small town bars, which is always fun.
Basically by the time we got to the reception I had about 8 or 9 beers in me, oh and a shot too. So what do Kev and I decide to do when we get there, yeah we switch to liquor, he went to scotch and I went to vodka, because we are brilliant.
It was great seeing people I hadn't seen in about a year, really fantastic people, people I should live closer to, a second family of sorts. So it's too bad that I got annihilated and got taken home early. Apparently at a certain point, around 11:30ish Kev's sister Mary told him it was probably time to leave since I was wasted, he siad nah hes fne, and she didn't think so, Kev then patted me on the shoulder and I fell down. Apparently I got up and was walking away to which Kev said, look he's fine he's walking. Mary states the fact "Not very fucking straight", Kev came up with the gem "We can make this work, we ca make this work" before he decided it probably was a good idea to go.
Guess I needed help into the car and into the apartment later. Woke up on the bathroom floor at one point, cuz I'm classy, and pretty much felt like shit Saturday when I woke up. Our friend Markie came by to see what was up and we decided to bbq shish kebabs for eats. He goes to the store and comes back with three ribeyes and veggies and we had some damn good eats. We basically watched movies and napped and had good food, it was glorious.
Sunday morning I woke up early to drive back so I could work at 3, which wasn't so bad since I took it easy Saturday. Kev kept apologizing that we didn't do something big and exciting Saturday, but I was with my close friends so what's wrong with that right?!
Moral of the story Beer before liquor never been sicker, Liquor before beer in the clear. That's not just a nice little rhyme, it's a fucking lifestyle people!!
So last weekend I took a couple days off and drove over to Fargo because a good friend got hitched and had a reception and dance. Being the second wedding for both Robby and Kim they decided to do a family thing before the Justice of Peace and do the rest with all of us.
It rained the whole way there, literally across the whole state from doorstep to doorstep, but let up when I got there. Stopped to buy some new dress pants and then headed to Kev and Emmys where I was staying. Had a couple beers and got ready, we had to hurry up so we could go jump in the stretch hummer to go bar hopping with the wedding party before the reception. This is the cool kind of barhopping as you go around the contryside and hit small town bars, which is always fun.
Basically by the time we got to the reception I had about 8 or 9 beers in me, oh and a shot too. So what do Kev and I decide to do when we get there, yeah we switch to liquor, he went to scotch and I went to vodka, because we are brilliant.
It was great seeing people I hadn't seen in about a year, really fantastic people, people I should live closer to, a second family of sorts. So it's too bad that I got annihilated and got taken home early. Apparently at a certain point, around 11:30ish Kev's sister Mary told him it was probably time to leave since I was wasted, he siad nah hes fne, and she didn't think so, Kev then patted me on the shoulder and I fell down. Apparently I got up and was walking away to which Kev said, look he's fine he's walking. Mary states the fact "Not very fucking straight", Kev came up with the gem "We can make this work, we ca make this work" before he decided it probably was a good idea to go.
Guess I needed help into the car and into the apartment later. Woke up on the bathroom floor at one point, cuz I'm classy, and pretty much felt like shit Saturday when I woke up. Our friend Markie came by to see what was up and we decided to bbq shish kebabs for eats. He goes to the store and comes back with three ribeyes and veggies and we had some damn good eats. We basically watched movies and napped and had good food, it was glorious.
Sunday morning I woke up early to drive back so I could work at 3, which wasn't so bad since I took it easy Saturday. Kev kept apologizing that we didn't do something big and exciting Saturday, but I was with my close friends so what's wrong with that right?!
Moral of the story Beer before liquor never been sicker, Liquor before beer in the clear. That's not just a nice little rhyme, it's a fucking lifestyle people!!
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Glad to hear you had a good time otherwise.