alright. so here's a relatively thorough retelling of my shenanigoats on saturday night...as much as i can remember anerways.
so my friend trish is throwing a birthday party for her husband declan. but since they're a bunch of nutbars, they decided to pull a prank on all those attending. (not me, though. i had to help make sushi and whatnot.) so she told everyone that it was a surprise party and that declan had no idea what was going on. so she "sent him to his mum's house to fix her computer" and we all gathered in their living room, watiting. and then declan bursts through the door dressed as luigi from the mario brothers. complete with bad yarn moustache. nobody saw it coming.
so much tasty vegan food was eaten and much beer was disposed of. and this lead to DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNN....EAT CLUB!!!
eat club commenced last summer at a house warming party after a bunch of us got really drunk and hungry, and then started making horrible concoctions of food and daring each other to eat them. the worst one i made (and had to eat, cuz no one would touch it) was dubbed the "diseased ovary". i can't quite remember what was in it, but i think it had a mushroom cap with hummus, wasabi, broccoli, pickled ginger, cherry pie filling and whipped cream...and cheese i think. it was the worst thing i ever put in my mouth. fo' shizzle.
and later, we decided that you can't turn down a dare in eat club, cuz no one wants to be friends with a pussy. but this lead me to taking up a dare of chugging about half a bottle of pancake syrup. it would have been easy if i could've done it super troopers style, but i had to tilt my head back and let my friend dax pour ir into my open mouth. i had to hit him when i started to gag.
later, we played (i say played in the loosest way possible) cranium. and i think i get smarter as i get drunker. cuz i managed to answer all the questions right...even if my goddamn teammates wouldn't listen to me.
all in all, it was a good time. even though i had the most raging day and a half long hangover i've had since i was 17. yeeeesh.
***edit***
i made a tattoo appointment for the 16th of february. i'm le supere excited! but last night i had a dream i was getting my tattoo done, and the guy didn't even listen to what i wanted. i was very upset.
so my friend trish is throwing a birthday party for her husband declan. but since they're a bunch of nutbars, they decided to pull a prank on all those attending. (not me, though. i had to help make sushi and whatnot.) so she told everyone that it was a surprise party and that declan had no idea what was going on. so she "sent him to his mum's house to fix her computer" and we all gathered in their living room, watiting. and then declan bursts through the door dressed as luigi from the mario brothers. complete with bad yarn moustache. nobody saw it coming.
so much tasty vegan food was eaten and much beer was disposed of. and this lead to DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNN....EAT CLUB!!!
eat club commenced last summer at a house warming party after a bunch of us got really drunk and hungry, and then started making horrible concoctions of food and daring each other to eat them. the worst one i made (and had to eat, cuz no one would touch it) was dubbed the "diseased ovary". i can't quite remember what was in it, but i think it had a mushroom cap with hummus, wasabi, broccoli, pickled ginger, cherry pie filling and whipped cream...and cheese i think. it was the worst thing i ever put in my mouth. fo' shizzle.
and later, we decided that you can't turn down a dare in eat club, cuz no one wants to be friends with a pussy. but this lead me to taking up a dare of chugging about half a bottle of pancake syrup. it would have been easy if i could've done it super troopers style, but i had to tilt my head back and let my friend dax pour ir into my open mouth. i had to hit him when i started to gag.
later, we played (i say played in the loosest way possible) cranium. and i think i get smarter as i get drunker. cuz i managed to answer all the questions right...even if my goddamn teammates wouldn't listen to me.
all in all, it was a good time. even though i had the most raging day and a half long hangover i've had since i was 17. yeeeesh.
***edit***
i made a tattoo appointment for the 16th of february. i'm le supere excited! but last night i had a dream i was getting my tattoo done, and the guy didn't even listen to what i wanted. i was very upset.
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There is a tattoo convention that same weekend, so I'm either going to get both of mine retouched, and if they can't fix my arm...I have to get a cover up! (to that I would begin screamming NOOOOOOOOOOO)
Thank you for the kind words, it really helped me that night
Yeah, it allows me to feel that little bit more individual...