I've certainly had an eventful last few days.
Friday night I went to The Drunken Unicorn to see Fight Paris, The Heart Attacks, and Scatter The Ashes. It was a good show. Fight Paris's new stuff is pretty good. It was Champ's 21st birthday, so all throughout the set people kept handing him shots. By the end of the set he was struggling to play his bass. It was hilarious.
Saturday night was the night we reserved for taking Flux out on the town since this is the first time we'd seen her since we've all been of age. We made the smart decision and walked up the street to The Bucket Shop, rather than driving to a cooler bar. We all got ridiculously wasted and provided entertainment for everyone else in the vecinity. Afterwards, we went and hung out at Jeremy's place for a bit. Vladdic, as usual, had an evening filled with assorted bodily fluids and, as usual, I somehow managed to get covered in them. He was passing out on the floor face up, and I noticed that he was making a gurgling noise. Okay, I said, better get Paul to the bathroom. as soon as I leaned over him to pick him up, his eyes shot open, his head cocked up, and he spit an entire mouthfull of vomit in my face.
In my face!
It was fucking gross. So I kicked him in the head a few times and spent the rest of the night sans-shirt. But it gets better! The next morning I woke up, took Flux home, and went to work. Upon my return, I found this message from Vladdic posted in my profile:
"I woke up on your couch.. cold, wet, and confused. "Why am I soaking wet?" I wondered.. "Whats that smell? Ahh man." First there was denial: no way I pissed myself.. no way. Ronnie or David decided to get me back and piss all over me in my drunken stupor. Then.. confusion: what happend last night.. could I have drank enough to piss myself on David's couch? Then.. acceptence and a slight since of smugness: Normally you would kick my ass for pissing on your things.. but this wasn't intential.. so I get away with it.. right?"
That's right; motherfucker not only pissed himself in his sleep, but he did it on my couch!
Anyway, last night was my friend Catie's 21st birthday so I headed to Athens, home of the University of Georgia, for a night of college toen drinking. It was a blast; we started before dinner, then went to eat at this bar we frequent over there called The Blind Pig. I was forced to order a 32oz beer mug, which I managed to leave in Athens. A girl we knew from high school was our waitress, and so she kept bringing Catie free shot after free shot. Needless to say, by the end of dinner we were all sufficiently tanked. My friend Alia showed up at the tail end of dinner, which was awesome because I hadn't seen her since '04. By the way, girls, there is nothing hotter than a girl who, when you ask her if she wants a drink, asks for a glass of whiskey on the rocks. We headed out to Molly's, where we all got ridiculously to' up, and where Catie had to tap out and head home. But this was at like 12:30 or something, so the rest of us weren't ready to head back yet. It just so happened that my roommate and my buddy Stephen were breaking at Tasty World last night, so after Molly's we headed over there. It's about this point where things started to get hazy; I think something really crazy or hilarious happened, but I can't fucking remember what. All I remember is drinking a lot more and getting sucked into dancing with my friend Michelle. The next thing I knew we were back at catie's place, and that's the last thing I really recall. I think I tried to make out with my friend Michelle, but I'm not sure; I have a feeling that's going to be embarassing later. And I got the pleasure of checking my wallet this morning and finding it nearly empty. But all in all I had a blast.
Friday night I went to The Drunken Unicorn to see Fight Paris, The Heart Attacks, and Scatter The Ashes. It was a good show. Fight Paris's new stuff is pretty good. It was Champ's 21st birthday, so all throughout the set people kept handing him shots. By the end of the set he was struggling to play his bass. It was hilarious.
Saturday night was the night we reserved for taking Flux out on the town since this is the first time we'd seen her since we've all been of age. We made the smart decision and walked up the street to The Bucket Shop, rather than driving to a cooler bar. We all got ridiculously wasted and provided entertainment for everyone else in the vecinity. Afterwards, we went and hung out at Jeremy's place for a bit. Vladdic, as usual, had an evening filled with assorted bodily fluids and, as usual, I somehow managed to get covered in them. He was passing out on the floor face up, and I noticed that he was making a gurgling noise. Okay, I said, better get Paul to the bathroom. as soon as I leaned over him to pick him up, his eyes shot open, his head cocked up, and he spit an entire mouthfull of vomit in my face.
In my face!
It was fucking gross. So I kicked him in the head a few times and spent the rest of the night sans-shirt. But it gets better! The next morning I woke up, took Flux home, and went to work. Upon my return, I found this message from Vladdic posted in my profile:
"I woke up on your couch.. cold, wet, and confused. "Why am I soaking wet?" I wondered.. "Whats that smell? Ahh man." First there was denial: no way I pissed myself.. no way. Ronnie or David decided to get me back and piss all over me in my drunken stupor. Then.. confusion: what happend last night.. could I have drank enough to piss myself on David's couch? Then.. acceptence and a slight since of smugness: Normally you would kick my ass for pissing on your things.. but this wasn't intential.. so I get away with it.. right?"
That's right; motherfucker not only pissed himself in his sleep, but he did it on my couch!
Anyway, last night was my friend Catie's 21st birthday so I headed to Athens, home of the University of Georgia, for a night of college toen drinking. It was a blast; we started before dinner, then went to eat at this bar we frequent over there called The Blind Pig. I was forced to order a 32oz beer mug, which I managed to leave in Athens. A girl we knew from high school was our waitress, and so she kept bringing Catie free shot after free shot. Needless to say, by the end of dinner we were all sufficiently tanked. My friend Alia showed up at the tail end of dinner, which was awesome because I hadn't seen her since '04. By the way, girls, there is nothing hotter than a girl who, when you ask her if she wants a drink, asks for a glass of whiskey on the rocks. We headed out to Molly's, where we all got ridiculously to' up, and where Catie had to tap out and head home. But this was at like 12:30 or something, so the rest of us weren't ready to head back yet. It just so happened that my roommate and my buddy Stephen were breaking at Tasty World last night, so after Molly's we headed over there. It's about this point where things started to get hazy; I think something really crazy or hilarious happened, but I can't fucking remember what. All I remember is drinking a lot more and getting sucked into dancing with my friend Michelle. The next thing I knew we were back at catie's place, and that's the last thing I really recall. I think I tried to make out with my friend Michelle, but I'm not sure; I have a feeling that's going to be embarassing later. And I got the pleasure of checking my wallet this morning and finding it nearly empty. But all in all I had a blast.
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