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btw, just seen your request for 'knee high november', love it! I'm familiar w no shave november, I've even tried participating w my lady hair, couldn't go longer than a week though...I've got an adorable heart going on down there now, though!

Can't say I've ever been to an ultimate Beerfest. Can't say how much they should have gotten for $50... I've been places where that is enough to get you into a real good state. Then I've been to places where that is like 3 beers. They sound like they are feeling pretty good, when you picked them up.

Now, for the last part... I've been on some beer/alcohol induced adventures in my life. Some things worthy of a Hangover movie. So a bunch of my stories have a void in them, that I wish I could fully fill in, because some shit had to happen... I'll give you three of my favorites:

7/4/2009 - not only 4th of July, it is my best friend's B-day... So us and a few other friends decide to BBQ, then go to a strip club, and then a casino (definitely not the order we should have chosen)... I didn't have any driving duties, so I drank heavy from the get-go... Do by the time we left for the strip club, I was feeling good... Then the strip club is a BYOB spot, so at that point I'm drinking Sam Adams like its Poland Spring... The last thing I remember was one of my buddy's yelling at me for giving the ladies on stage $5, $10 and $20s, because I didn't want to get up to go get singles... Now you need some locations to just fully understand how ridiculous this story gets in my black out stage. We started drinking in Bartonsville, PA. The strip club is near Scranton, PA... I grew up most of my life in Staten Island, NY... Well 11:30 am of July 5 rolls around and I wake up in Staten Island, on my friend Tim's front porch (not one of the friends that I was out with the night before; I actually hadn't seen him in almost two years at the time), butt naked spooning a girl I dated in HS. Up to this point it was awesome, but then I realized I only had like $0.75 cents on me (started the night with $400 in my pocket, and left my bank and credit cards home, because they don't mix well with alcohol and gambling), and not the slightest idea how I got there, or how I was getting back. Lol

1/21/2010 - my girlfriend-at-the-time's 21st birthday, she wants to go to Pascha night club on Manhattan. Not usually my thing, but her birthday, so... Anyway, like an hour or so into the night, I'm not really drunk, just a little buzzed from pre-gaming and the 2-3 drinks I've had there so far. But I think what happened at this point played a part in the rest of the night... I went into the bathroom to pee, and the guy at the urinal next to me offered me extacy and a blow job... So that was just a total WTF?!! Moment for me... So then the night just goes on without a hitch, but then I had that black out sip at some point... Then at 5:30 AM I come to in some Diner in Manhattan... I walk back to the club, go to walk in and two bouncers violently push me away, I try again, they push again... So I call my buddy inside, tell him what's going on, then everyone I'm with comes out like a half hour later, and we hop on the train and head to my GF's sister's house where we are all crashing... Like three days later my friend calls me, but I can't answer because I was at work. So after work I check my voice mail, and my friend is laughing his ass off, tells me I have to call him ASAP. So I call him and he is laughing his ass off again, he finally gets enough breath to tell me that I called him that night, because the bouncers through me out of the club for pissing on the bar, and in the voicemail I was cursing them out, yelling I can't use the bathrooms because there are drug dealers trying to blow people in there.

3/17/2011 - St. Patrick's day... Usually I try to stay local on this day, and this story will show why... My cousin is in the FDNY, and he was marching in the parade this year, so myself, a bunch of friends and family decide "let's go to the parade"... Day starts early with no breakfast or food of any kind... Bad way to start... Then this guy Eric, who I never met before this day, he was my cousin's friend, decides to bring a bottle of tequila with him. So we're doing shots out of the cap at 9:30 am on the Staten Island Ferry, on empty stomachs. Then we get uptown in manhattan, because that is where my cousin's firehouse is, and where the parade ends. We see him, his firehouse is handing out warm jello shots as they walk by. Then we meet up with him and head down to midtown, because that is where the first bar we want to hit is... We get there (after a few more tequila shots on the train, mind you), and I am more or less shit faced already, and it is like 12:30 pm... Then in the bar, I was hardcore flirting with this bartender, because she was gorgeous... Then I kept flirting, because for every beer I bought myself, she gave me one on the house... So I half blame her for my eventual black out, lol... Anyway, before I blacked out, there was a homeless guy just sitting on the windowsill of the bar, and the bartenders, etc kept telling him he had to move off their property, and he wouldn't. So sometime after I blacked out, they called the cops to escort him away. So I turned into some asshole, incoherent lawyer apparently, and tried to defend the homeless guy and fight the cops... They apparently told the people I was with to get me under control, or they'd throw me in jail, so my step-brother pulled me away and sent me to the bathroom to cool off, while he talked with the cops, to get me off the hook... Now the weird part is, with all this, I remember walking into the bathroom. Nothing before, nothing after, but I remember that (this was around 3:30-4 pm). So then I come to washing my hands in a bathroom. I'm thinking "alright, I sobered up pretty good, let's go drink some more" I dry my hands, open the door, and I am taken aback like no other, because I didn't walk out into the bar I was in, I walked out into the ER of Bellvue hospital. I swear to you, I felt like I was dreaming or dead, and realized there was a heaven or something, because it was just a big old white, bright room... Then a nurse looks me in the face points me to a bed and says "you're over here" I was like "uhhhh, oh, ok". Then I left, walked to the SI ferry, when I got across on the ferry, walked like 7 more miles to my sister's house... When I finally got there (3:30 am), she flipped the fuck out on me, telling me that they had to defuse a situation to keep me out of jail, and then I just went and wandered off and that they are all in Manhattan looking all over for me. I was laughing my ass off... So I charged my phone, because that was dead, and called them back... They were all pissed when they got to her house, so I was just laughing more.

... So now 2 and a half years later, I got the plug in the jug and... Nah I'm just joking, I just cut myself off before I get to that type of state, anymore.

I have piece of photo evidence from that St. Patrick's day... But I do not know how to post it on here.