On this fateful Saturday, I descended into Boston at 7:15 AM local time. The weather sucks, cold wet and rainy, but that's ok. I have a friend picking me up.
Despite what he said he wouldn't do, he was passed out drunk. So my other friend gave me a ride.
I arrive at my frat house, then it's time for an early breakfast. It's 9:05 AM, never too early for a tequila sunrise!!
The day of drinking begins! Next stop, the frat basement for some good old fashioned beer pong.
No, not beruit where you throw the ball, a man's game where you use the paddles. A sink means fill the beer and chug. My first game up, I sink on my opponent. off to a good start. This continues until dinner.
We come back, time for some flip cup. Eventually at midnight, it's someone's 21st birthday. At last, 2 pillars of alcholism, me and a 21st birthday join forces. Holy crap, there are literally like 30+ people all fucked up right now. He does his 32 oz. chug and we hit the bars!
Finally after the bars cut us off, time for some late night pizza and then more drinking. At about 5:30 or so AM I pass out. Not bad.....20 or so hours of straight drinking. I gained like 10 pounds.
Sunday and Monday were less eventful. Hung out, went bowling, walked around Fenway and Boston in general for some good pictures and memories. Sunday and Monday were beautiful days. That was my somewhat abbreviated weekend.
I would guess over the course of the 20 hours on Saturday I probably had upwards of 35 beers, but I lost track and didn't want to keep track.
Most. Intense. Day. Ever.
WOOT
So I finally get to see TheDreaming this weekend. I spoke via text to the bassist. I said I'd be crazy and in the front row, he said awesome and that we should hang out and he'd buy me a drink, let's see if that holds true
You're so vain
I bet you think this song is about you
don't you?
Nine Inch Nails - Starfuckers Inc.
I know it is a line pulled from an old 50-60s song.
You should make that drunk one your new profile picture. Sexy.