| actually this post isn't about lent. this post is about a long overdue 2nd night of the 3-day drinking marathon (i'll talk about the 1st one later maybe, but this post is about the 2nd night).
so four of us, including mike and dom, went to a party in north davis, and though i would hesitate to call it "fun," it was definitely an entertaining experience. one event i remembered in particular...
two guys were sitting on the couch. one was definitely about to barf and the other guy is just chilling and leaning back. i turned to mike and said "that guy right there's gonna yack." sure enough, a few seconds later i hear the unmistakable sound of partially digested food and alcohol exiting a person's mouth... and landing on the less drunk guy's shoes. the exchange that followed went something like this:
guy 1: AW WHAT THE HELL MAN!
(whacks guy 2 on the back of his head as he's bent over the couch)
guy 2: (barfs. coughs.)
guy 1: NIGGA GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE!
guy 2: (barfs some more)
guy 1: YOU HEAR ME? GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE! DAMN.
guy 2: (pause) naw.... naw.... man... i'm good, man
guy 1: NO YOU AIN'T. FUCK, YOU YACKED ON MY SHOES.
guy 2: (sniffles, blows nose with bare hands and wipes mouth)
shortly thereafter, the police came and we had to hide upstairs with a bunch of other people. among them, was a girl named "rainbow." now, i didn't have the honor to meet or even see her personally but i assume everyone upstairs that night will remember her (and her unique name) since the girl would not shut up. i don't remember what she was talking about, but she would not stop talking while everyone else was trying to keep the noise down.
also worth mentioning is "bob," or, the guy leaning on dom's back who, after introducing himself to us, promptly passed out on the ground.
also worth note is the light switch in the kitchen that everybody kept leaning on, causing the lights to turn off numerous times and prompting drunken cries for illumination.
after the police left and everything died down, we went to old teahouse and got crispy chicken.
mike was sober enough to put our evening into perspective: "man, i'm too old for this shit."
|
| |
|
omg. get ready for it. no really get ready for this
you ready yet?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK
|
| |
| irthday. so here's what i got:
1. davis house party on thursday
2. bar on saturday
gimme some thoughts and if you can/can't make it. i'll post up a facebook event later today or tomorrow.
|
| |
| goodbye xanga, it's been a nice 3 or so years. from now on i'll be using facebook notes.
is it weird that i'm feeling a little sad about this? haha
|
| |
| DAY 1:
zaks: YOU BETTER FINISH IT
alan: i eat here three times a week (proceeds to try to open the door that is clearly marked "use other door" for 5 seconds)
alan: have you ever been to "OZ?"
simon: uh... no i've never been to prison
alan: no like.. the store
alan attempting to singing young joc's "i know you see it": eeny miny... (pause) ... meeny...
teefo's landlord to teefo after confronting us in front of her apartment: are these your friends?
teefo: yes
landlord: isn't this too many friends for you??
teefo's landlord's wife: WHO EATS APPLES AT THIS TIME?
stupid hispanic mom with her kid: i've been waiting for FIVE minutes. my daughter needs to go to bed (it's 8 pm).
emily: i've just learned the art of blowing last year
zaks: whoever hits the big blotch wins (rules for the spitting contest from the 3rd floor balcony; we have yet to figure out what that blotch was)
DAY 2:
alan: why was i sleeping with my toothpaste? (after discovering a tube of crest citrus splash in his bed.
zaks: SHEEEEEEEER INCOMPETENCE
someone: why are they called monkeys?
zaks: Because they're dirty, but you still want to play with them.
alan: Leave him behind!
(zaks enters the car)
alan (turning to zaks): oh shit
|
| |
