Ugh.
New years has never been anything that I've gotten excited about. Usually it consists of me playing video games until 2 am when I look up and realize it's been the new year for a while. But not this year. Oh no. This year I decided to be sociable and go down to Boston for a party. Little did I know it would be the most rediculolus fucking new years ever.
First off, Boston is a total clusterfuck of a place to drive around because of the big dig. But on New Years, Boston turns into the 5th ring of hell. After a couple hours of dead ends, police barracades, rioting drunks, and no parking spaces, we finally found the "apartment".
Fuck this apartment. It had no heat, no cable (which caused a girl to freak the fuck out because she missed the ball drop) and really bad alcohol. So more time passes and I'm fucked up on bottom shelf gin, to the point of putting a lit cigar out on my hand and not feeling it as my skin chars. Awesome. It was at that point I passed out on the one couch in the place. Sleep, finally. At least I thought so. 3 AM rolls around and I'm getting kicked out of a dream involving Lex and a soft bed. So now I'm drunk and pissed off. "What?!" I try to yell, which comes out as "whafgt?..." We're leaving apparently, because my friend had his car towed. Fantastic. So it's now me, my friends Matt, Andrew, Chris, and Brian, piling into Brians car to get Chris' back from the tow place. We're all still in various levels of intoxication at this point, and it's starting to rain.
While on our little journey to find the tow company, we see a kid get hit in the fucking head by another kid with a lead pipe!. Down he goes, and we're pretty sure it killed him outright. So now we're drunk and witnesses to a murder. We contemplate on this until the tow place comes into view, where the conversation switches to "We're not paying this $110 dollar bill, fuck that noise." Matt and Chris go into the place to haggle with the woman while we wait in the other car. We can see them yelling a bit insde the building, and then come running, nay, sprinting out of the place. Apparently tow employees don't take kindly to being called thundercunts. Go figure. So while chris revs up his car and we get ready to evade police, Andrew decides it's a perfect time to miander on over to the wall of the tow yard and break the seal. Sonofa...No matter what we said, he'd look at us flatline and murmer, "I have to pee." Finally everyone is in cars, bladders drained and we book it the hell out of Boston, just in time for the rain to turn to ice and nearly kill us all on the drive home.
...Fuck. Boston.
New years has never been anything that I've gotten excited about. Usually it consists of me playing video games until 2 am when I look up and realize it's been the new year for a while. But not this year. Oh no. This year I decided to be sociable and go down to Boston for a party. Little did I know it would be the most rediculolus fucking new years ever.
First off, Boston is a total clusterfuck of a place to drive around because of the big dig. But on New Years, Boston turns into the 5th ring of hell. After a couple hours of dead ends, police barracades, rioting drunks, and no parking spaces, we finally found the "apartment".
Fuck this apartment. It had no heat, no cable (which caused a girl to freak the fuck out because she missed the ball drop) and really bad alcohol. So more time passes and I'm fucked up on bottom shelf gin, to the point of putting a lit cigar out on my hand and not feeling it as my skin chars. Awesome. It was at that point I passed out on the one couch in the place. Sleep, finally. At least I thought so. 3 AM rolls around and I'm getting kicked out of a dream involving Lex and a soft bed. So now I'm drunk and pissed off. "What?!" I try to yell, which comes out as "whafgt?..." We're leaving apparently, because my friend had his car towed. Fantastic. So it's now me, my friends Matt, Andrew, Chris, and Brian, piling into Brians car to get Chris' back from the tow place. We're all still in various levels of intoxication at this point, and it's starting to rain.
While on our little journey to find the tow company, we see a kid get hit in the fucking head by another kid with a lead pipe!. Down he goes, and we're pretty sure it killed him outright. So now we're drunk and witnesses to a murder. We contemplate on this until the tow place comes into view, where the conversation switches to "We're not paying this $110 dollar bill, fuck that noise." Matt and Chris go into the place to haggle with the woman while we wait in the other car. We can see them yelling a bit insde the building, and then come running, nay, sprinting out of the place. Apparently tow employees don't take kindly to being called thundercunts. Go figure. So while chris revs up his car and we get ready to evade police, Andrew decides it's a perfect time to miander on over to the wall of the tow yard and break the seal. Sonofa...No matter what we said, he'd look at us flatline and murmer, "I have to pee." Finally everyone is in cars, bladders drained and we book it the hell out of Boston, just in time for the rain to turn to ice and nearly kill us all on the drive home.
...Fuck. Boston.