Whew! What a weekend! Thanks to Natty and Chloe for some good times at the swap meet, the beach, and my lawn. Here are some numbers to run things down.
132- Number of beers consumed on my lawn on Sunday
1- Number of times I was hit with a dart
1- Number of times I was hit with a dart because of my own stupidity.
0- The amount of money I spent at the swap meet. I was lucky this time.
5- The amount Natty went in the hole at the swap meet. Not bad for her that girl can shop.
7- Guestimated number of times that Chloe and I said "That's disturbing," at the swap meet.
1- Number of carpet shampoo demonstrations I witnessed.
4- Number of girls I have dates with this week. Fucking feast or famine. Why does this shit always happen when I'm not in the mood for it?
???- Number of bars I was at this weekend.
5- Number of people I pissed off when in a drunken rage I called them all pussies for not wanting to go to TJ at midnight.
1- Number of dog piles I was involved in.
11- Number of girls that got out of the red SUV in front of my lawn. This moment is forever etched in my mind because Danny stood on the chair and counted them and then yelled "eleven" at the top of his lungs. That guy is fucking funny.
0- Number of times the pickup line "Hi my name is Jordan" worked for Fanny.
12- Number of times he tried it.
1- Little adorable french kid named Isiah. Who forever changed the game of beer darts with his one leg in the air recovery technique.
3- Number of shots of spiced rum to put into a large Horchata.
4- Number of times I said "Fuck this Sangria is good," when I was playing volleyball on Sunday.
30- Percent of my body that is horribly sunburned.
I need to rest up before it starts all over again.
132- Number of beers consumed on my lawn on Sunday
1- Number of times I was hit with a dart
1- Number of times I was hit with a dart because of my own stupidity.
0- The amount of money I spent at the swap meet. I was lucky this time.
5- The amount Natty went in the hole at the swap meet. Not bad for her that girl can shop.
7- Guestimated number of times that Chloe and I said "That's disturbing," at the swap meet.
1- Number of carpet shampoo demonstrations I witnessed.
4- Number of girls I have dates with this week. Fucking feast or famine. Why does this shit always happen when I'm not in the mood for it?
???- Number of bars I was at this weekend.
5- Number of people I pissed off when in a drunken rage I called them all pussies for not wanting to go to TJ at midnight.
1- Number of dog piles I was involved in.
11- Number of girls that got out of the red SUV in front of my lawn. This moment is forever etched in my mind because Danny stood on the chair and counted them and then yelled "eleven" at the top of his lungs. That guy is fucking funny.
0- Number of times the pickup line "Hi my name is Jordan" worked for Fanny.
12- Number of times he tried it.
1- Little adorable french kid named Isiah. Who forever changed the game of beer darts with his one leg in the air recovery technique.
3- Number of shots of spiced rum to put into a large Horchata.
4- Number of times I said "Fuck this Sangria is good," when I was playing volleyball on Sunday.
30- Percent of my body that is horribly sunburned.
I need to rest up before it starts all over again.
ISIAH RULES!
Your girl bruised me up tonight....are ya jealous?