Post by A2J on Jul 5, 2008 8:44:19 GMT -5
So last night was my birthday celebration. My birthday is actually on Wednesday, but we usually do a three person birthday celebration over this weekend because my two closest friends have close by birthdays. My buddy Suds (I've mentioned him before) had his on Tuesday, and my buddy Dave (who I'm moving in with in like a month or so) had his actual birthday yesterday. The Facebook event for this manglefest was called Triple Trouble Birthday Bonanza or something to that effect. I don't really know - I'm not on facebook anymore.
So, I'm still a little drunk right now. I ended up in my own bed, which usually means it was a successful night. But I really have no clue what the hell happened past getting to the bar. Let me tell ya what I do remember.
Pre drink was a good time. I took down a 26er of Wiser's, which is a tasty Canadian whiskey for those who are unaware. We had about 30 people at the pre game, including - a) The Thorne Twins who I haven't seen in like a fucking year! They're both going bald, but still pimpin hard. b) My fucking grade 11 chemistry lab partner, who can chug a half cup of vodka faster than I can chug a full tall can, which I still feel is an unfair competition c) This chick Alex Orlando who is literally competing for Canada in the Olympics in a few months. She's a gymnast. If you think I wasn't working my ass off to chop that, you're fucking crazy. SHE'S AN OLYMPIC GYMNAST YO! Youtube her, she's all over that shit.
Regardless, at some point we made it to the bar. I don't know how or why - this is where it all gets hazy for me. My brother was with us, and he is one of the few people I know who is a bigger shit show than I am. Here's a list of the shit I remember from the 2-3 hours spent at the bar.
- This chick I know who's been in Poland for the past year was there! She's cool. And married! What the fuck eh?
- At some point I left the bar looking for my brother, and found him at a pizza place on the corner. We ate a slice, talked about our uncle's, and the headed back in the bar. That slice bought me like another 30 minutes of awake time at least.
- I kept trying to get the DJ to play Ride With Me by Nelly, basically because it's a sick song, and because we were literally his entire dance floor. He told me to fuck off, cause he's a dick, I pulled our crew off the d floor, and he was left spinning his crappy house (I like house, his house was crap) for the other 5 people out there. I feel like this was a victory, cause he looked pretty upset about the fact that he didn't have anyone dancing after. YES! Chalk one up for the good guys (Nelly fans).
- Um ... that's it actually.
So then I ended up in bed! And I woke up like, 20 minutes ago, still shitfaced. I have a text from Suds that reads "What the fuck happened last night?" and a few missed calls from broadski's that I was in no condition to deal with. First place I headed was these boards (obviously) and I have a PM from ebener telling me that I might not be able to get an RC this year, which I feel is bullshit, cause I did the posting thing, and the awards ballot thing, and then this article, which should give me 1, right? Fuck you ebener! Fuck your lanky bearded ass. Gimmie an RC. Craig Smith needs to get real big.
Damn I'm drunk. Like, real real drunk. It's 9:43. Fuck.
RC ME EBENER I WILL FUCK YOU UP.
+50.
So, I'm still a little drunk right now. I ended up in my own bed, which usually means it was a successful night. But I really have no clue what the hell happened past getting to the bar. Let me tell ya what I do remember.
Pre drink was a good time. I took down a 26er of Wiser's, which is a tasty Canadian whiskey for those who are unaware. We had about 30 people at the pre game, including - a) The Thorne Twins who I haven't seen in like a fucking year! They're both going bald, but still pimpin hard. b) My fucking grade 11 chemistry lab partner, who can chug a half cup of vodka faster than I can chug a full tall can, which I still feel is an unfair competition c) This chick Alex Orlando who is literally competing for Canada in the Olympics in a few months. She's a gymnast. If you think I wasn't working my ass off to chop that, you're fucking crazy. SHE'S AN OLYMPIC GYMNAST YO! Youtube her, she's all over that shit.
Regardless, at some point we made it to the bar. I don't know how or why - this is where it all gets hazy for me. My brother was with us, and he is one of the few people I know who is a bigger shit show than I am. Here's a list of the shit I remember from the 2-3 hours spent at the bar.
- This chick I know who's been in Poland for the past year was there! She's cool. And married! What the fuck eh?
- At some point I left the bar looking for my brother, and found him at a pizza place on the corner. We ate a slice, talked about our uncle's, and the headed back in the bar. That slice bought me like another 30 minutes of awake time at least.
- I kept trying to get the DJ to play Ride With Me by Nelly, basically because it's a sick song, and because we were literally his entire dance floor. He told me to fuck off, cause he's a dick, I pulled our crew off the d floor, and he was left spinning his crappy house (I like house, his house was crap) for the other 5 people out there. I feel like this was a victory, cause he looked pretty upset about the fact that he didn't have anyone dancing after. YES! Chalk one up for the good guys (Nelly fans).
- Um ... that's it actually.
So then I ended up in bed! And I woke up like, 20 minutes ago, still shitfaced. I have a text from Suds that reads "What the fuck happened last night?" and a few missed calls from broadski's that I was in no condition to deal with. First place I headed was these boards (obviously) and I have a PM from ebener telling me that I might not be able to get an RC this year, which I feel is bullshit, cause I did the posting thing, and the awards ballot thing, and then this article, which should give me 1, right? Fuck you ebener! Fuck your lanky bearded ass. Gimmie an RC. Craig Smith needs to get real big.
Damn I'm drunk. Like, real real drunk. It's 9:43. Fuck.
RC ME EBENER I WILL FUCK YOU UP.
+50.
