Archive for March 21st, 2007

A night of failed potential…Wild Onion for a second night in a row to meet my roommates’ brother, Kryptonite.  Before hand, we pre-drank at our place with Fritzagizard’s little sister and a bunch of her friends.  Nothing fun to write home about from the pre-drinking.  Just wasn’t as eventful as the first time they came over.  But, one sweet thing did come about.  My site officially made a girl cry because she wes worried I would write something bad about her on here (see I told you I wouldn’t mention your name).

As for the Bar…I have an uncanny ability to swoon older women.  They get so excited when a young, strapping lad (a.k.a. tool) like myself hits on them.  It benefitted me a free drink that night and was rather fun.  Then, some random fat chick tried to make us pay $2 to bite the beeds and pull them off of her neckline and lift them over her head.  Are you kidding me? She should be paying me if anything?  There’s no way my face is getting buried in your rolls and I’m paying for it.  HogginBoy I’m not.  All in all, the bar wasn’t that fun because AllAmerican and myself were in angry drunk mode because pre-drinking was such a bore.

After the bar, AllAmerican and I tried to bate two roommates and best friends into punching each other in the face.  Everytime they would forget how mad they were at each other, we would make sure to say something to get them riled up and mad at each other again.  I feel as if this would have been perfect closure to our unsuccessful evening.

AllAmerican and I being just god awful at 5 a.m. at Ghost Recon.  MyKryptonite and Schmangel telling us we sucked when: 1) it’s our first time playing, 2) we are too fucked up to carry on an intelligent conversation, and 3) they play all the time and own a 10 minute demo of the game and the farthest they say they’ve ever come is 6 minutes into it.

Unfortunately, the next morning god decided he wasn’t done punishing me for whatever I did wrong.  As I woke up at 7, after going to bed at 5, I had to full on sprint towards the bathroom and started puking and pissing at the same time (rather difficult).  It was the opposite of pleasant.  Probably a story you didn’t need to hear, but I don’t care.  I think something was wrong with my body after that week, I couldn’t think straight.  All I coud think about was getting drunk to get rid of the fucked up feeling my body had.  Is that wrong? No.  Is that a sign of alcoholism? Probably.  Am I worried about it? Absofuckinglutely Not