vladdic

Wow.. two 21st birthdays in a weekend.. is rough. Went to Lori and Lisa's (twins) on saturday night.. made a complete ass of myself. I don't need to drink liquor anymore. I'm out of practice with it.. for which I blame deckwreck for turning me into a beer drinker. Well.. I got profoundly sick after funnelling beer (from a beer bong that required someone on the deck to hold upright), and then shooting jaeger, tequilla, and vodka. I redeemed myself slightly by trying to pick a fight with some douche bag that was hitting on Lisa.. who happens to be one of my best friend's girlfriends. Sadly I disgraced myself yet again in the morning when, according to first hand reports, I stood bolt upright, announced I had to piss, whipped it out, and took a nice leak all over the coffee table, promptly falling back asleep afterwords.

I woke up around noon, with our friend Jeremy telling me I had pissed all over the coffee table. Amazingly, the twin's (it is their house) didn't seem so upset. I apologized profousely. Lori just brushed it off and said something to the affect of, "You're Paul, we kind of expect these things of you." My friends really shouldn't excuse these things of me, but thank god they do or I probably would of run them all off by now.

Sunday night I went out to the Pink Pony for my buddy Nick's birthday and spent entirely too much money buying him booze and lap dances. To anyone who hasn't been to the Pink Pony, I highly recommend it. Half the girls working there looked like they were straight off this site. The only one that was below a 7.5 had such amazing pole skills that it really didn't matter. Nothing all the exciting happend besides me forgetting I had to open my store in the morning.. and feeling sick all day from drinking whiskey the night before.. god whiskey sucks.