I got it.
as of 10 till' 2:00 in the AM this baby is mine.
All thanks to Ms. Meow.
So here's a little bit more of a proper update...
This past weekend at shabbydo's was a blast. I haven't been to a good weekend binge of drunkeness like that in a few, er, months.
Seriously, though....much props to the Shab for being such a gracious host in a house still under construction....
I arrived late Friday w/me roomate Keith ready to do some drinking....found that serious drinking was already taking place. This is a good thing. Hell, Clyde even had his shirt off already, drunkenly rambling about pizza....I had yet to dip into my supply. I cracked open a 24oz. and got to guzzlin. Managed to stay up until the girl returned from work to eat some breakfast, then split, possibly a little quickly, into the morning. What can I say....I hadn't seen her all week. We left Saturday to go out to another party that turned out to be hoppin'. I had a bottle of Porto (wine & whiskey) in hand ready to do some damage to my liver...I can say we both did it up- steppin' out in style, until the party started clearing out and the bottle was cashed. We made an immediate escape to Mr. Shabby's....not knowing quite what we were in store for. We found at Shabby's that many good, intelligent conversations were to to be had, including, but not limited to, the great practical joke it would be to have Data all discombobulated just for shits and giggles (see Micah's pic), whether or not batjuice and Bwaha could be considered proper words for Scrabble, how Bishop from Aliens is primed for a Got Milk commercial, and how some people need to remember that during party hours, one does not sleep unless a:passed the fuck out b:knocked the fuck out, or c: owns or lives at the house.
Aside from a few minor inconveniences in opinion, the party was fuckin rockin....Plenty of souls ready to down some swill till the light of dawn. Its always good partying w/some old-skool peeps. Happy b-day weekend to ya Tikkigod....Thanks again to Clyde and Shabby.
As for the rest of my week, I can't rock out w/the cock out till the weekend comes around, but I do wind up having some more vacation time next week to live it up. I should be attending the Garbage concert w/Ms. Meow on Monday- so if any of you peeps are going out, then hit me up! Until then...
as of 10 till' 2:00 in the AM this baby is mine.
All thanks to Ms. Meow.
So here's a little bit more of a proper update...
This past weekend at shabbydo's was a blast. I haven't been to a good weekend binge of drunkeness like that in a few, er, months.
Seriously, though....much props to the Shab for being such a gracious host in a house still under construction....
I arrived late Friday w/me roomate Keith ready to do some drinking....found that serious drinking was already taking place. This is a good thing. Hell, Clyde even had his shirt off already, drunkenly rambling about pizza....I had yet to dip into my supply. I cracked open a 24oz. and got to guzzlin. Managed to stay up until the girl returned from work to eat some breakfast, then split, possibly a little quickly, into the morning. What can I say....I hadn't seen her all week. We left Saturday to go out to another party that turned out to be hoppin'. I had a bottle of Porto (wine & whiskey) in hand ready to do some damage to my liver...I can say we both did it up- steppin' out in style, until the party started clearing out and the bottle was cashed. We made an immediate escape to Mr. Shabby's....not knowing quite what we were in store for. We found at Shabby's that many good, intelligent conversations were to to be had, including, but not limited to, the great practical joke it would be to have Data all discombobulated just for shits and giggles (see Micah's pic), whether or not batjuice and Bwaha could be considered proper words for Scrabble, how Bishop from Aliens is primed for a Got Milk commercial, and how some people need to remember that during party hours, one does not sleep unless a:passed the fuck out b:knocked the fuck out, or c: owns or lives at the house.
Aside from a few minor inconveniences in opinion, the party was fuckin rockin....Plenty of souls ready to down some swill till the light of dawn. Its always good partying w/some old-skool peeps. Happy b-day weekend to ya Tikkigod....Thanks again to Clyde and Shabby.
As for the rest of my week, I can't rock out w/the cock out till the weekend comes around, but I do wind up having some more vacation time next week to live it up. I should be attending the Garbage concert w/Ms. Meow on Monday- so if any of you peeps are going out, then hit me up! Until then...
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Your profile pic looks like it came from 1983. You're too fucking new wave!!!
Get the fuck off my porch!!!