St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's day... not exactly what I was expecting, but it worked out none the less. I had to work for starters, which is a good thing because I don't think I could afford a day off work and an extra 7 hours of drinking. I worked from 8 'till 3 got myself McDonald's for lunch because I wanted a Shamrock Shake damnit, it was St. Patrick's day! Anyway, I got off work, called my brothers since my friends were all either out of town, working, or under 21. Adam was at home having to take care of his babies, Sean downtown, and my pappy was at home getting ready to take a nap before he went out again for round 2. So I stopped over by my Dad, took a shower, we were going to go grab a drink, but he was pretty much needing that nap. So I headed downtown and met up with Sean. After walking 8 blocks from my car to where Sean said the bar was I managed to sorta get lost. Not so much lost because it was water and jeuno, but lost in the fact that I didn't know exactly where this bar was, and it wasn't where I expected it to be. After about 15 minutes of walking around in circles I finally found it. Went in half expecting Sean to hand me a beer the second I saw him, and ended up being told to go make a new pitcher happen. Fair enough so I did. As soon as I get back to the table Sean wants to leave and go to a different bar, I point at the pitcher and he's like oh yeah, well once this pitcher is gone we're leaving. Drunk ass... So it was Sean, Phil, Pat, and Phil's girlfriend? Nora. Spent some time making fun of Pat and his big ass dick hole, which apparently is huge, and you could double fist without a problem... Anyway we left The Harp, the name of the bar I met Sean at, and headed over to McGuilicuddy's. Tons of people there, the back patio was open, the entire place was packed. Sean bought a pitcher and a round which was pretty sweet. We grabbed a table and chilled for a little while. Sean as usual cracked me up by trying to hit on girls, always a great experience. I love just watching him... "From 1-10 how much do you love your Milwaukee Bucks?", "2", "bye". Usually how it goes. That's his line though, and it's funny to me. Then he started hitting on some big black chicks, and ended up giving away his shot glass around his neck to one of them. He traded it to her for a dance. We decided to head back to my dad's/Sean's because as Sean put it, "I have mudbutt like a motherfucker and that's just not something you do at the bar." so uhh yeah. The walk to my car was pretty much filled with Sean telling us about how much he loves fat black chicks because there's two kinds of people in the world who keep it real. Fat black chicks, and him. Good shit, Sean drove us back to my dad's, took his dump, we did a couple shots of Jameson, and headed to the Back Draught. This is a bar like 2 blocks away from my dad's where he was at and they had food, so that's why we went there. We were planning on taking the bus to bay view area to go to the boush's place, since he was the only one left with us at the time. Pat got picked up by his baby momma, and Phil hada go home for St. Patrick's day dinner w/ the family, Nora went with him. Got some food and some drinks. Talked shit with some of the locals, played a round of shake of the day. 2 shakes for a buck. I won a 6-pack of beer, which i gave to my pop's we plan on splitting it one day in the nearish future. He has 3 more that he's won in his wallet. I bought everyone a round of jager bombs since I was starting to get a little bit tired. The bousch headed home after a short while of arguing plitics and shit w/ my dad. Sean decided it was time for him to go home and sleep so me and my dad played a round of cricket (a dart's game) I won, after it took me forever and a half to hit my last 15. Then my pop's decided to head home as well. I still wanted to drink some, and some people were playing bar dice. So I joined in that, played some bar dice, and hit on the bartender a little bit more. Ended up being the last one at the bar, and headed out of there at 1:30 ish, called it a little bit of an early night and headed back to my dad's. Noticed my phone was dead when I tried to set my alarm for work at 8am the next day. Plugged it in, and it wasn't turning on but I was too drunk to deal with it. So I said fuck it. Went to sleep and was out in about 10 seconds. Woke up in the mornin' thanks to my dad, yellin from his room at 7:30 that it was time for me to bail. Grabbed all my shit, unplugged my phone and headed to work. Phone still wouldn't turn on, I figured I was just drunk and the charger wasn't plugged in or something. Worked until 3:25, and went home. Plugged in my phone, watched an episode of House, and an episode of Scrubs. Phone still not working. I went to sleep, it was early like 5ish. I slept until I dunno, the smoke alarm woke me up, then just shoved my head under my pillows and went back to sleep. Woke up again at 11ish, looked at the clock, said fuck it and went back to sleep. Woke up around 6:50 in the morning. Laid in bed until around 7:30, talked to Seth for a few minutes before heading to work. I was freaking tired, and it was time to catch up on some sleep. Now I'm good and chipper, and ready to work way too many hours today.

Lots of work and play

So a lot of crap going on lately, I've been pretty busy and it's nice and overwhelming a little as well. For starters I got another job last week Tuesday, which is kinda cool. I'm cooking at Slim McGinn's West in Menominee Falls, with my friend Dan. So last week...

Monday: Work, go home, chill out and relax. Sam had crap to do for his Midterms and whatnot, so I just caught up on some sleep.

Tuesday: Work, go to Dad's to shower before work, work at new job (make about a million tacos), grab a drink, head down to Sam's, have another drink, pass out of exhaustion. (worked from 8:05AM to 3:10PM then worked from 4:45PM to 10:45PM, was a good day....

Wednesday: Work, go to Dad's house before Admirals game, pass out for an hour on the recliner. Meet up with Dan Wesley, and Danny C. (new guy I'm also working with now) at Slim's downtown to pickup tickets for the game and have a beer on slim. We got tickets from Slim which is pretty cool. Head on over to Center Court and meet Anselm (pronounced handsome, without the H). Have a few drinks (2 whiskey sours) and get some food. We realized that the drinks were a bit pricey considering there weren't any deals going on at that time, so we headed down the road to Molly Cool's where DW had some free drink tickets. Find out it's happy hour and 2-for-1 rails and taps. Dan's drink tickets weren't valid with 2-for-1 so we each got 2 drinks, well i got a double tall rum and coke which was a bad idea because it tasted like shit with the super crappy rail rum they had. We all did gummy worm shots, which are pretty good tasting and pretty damn strong since they're a bunch of higher end liquors. Decide it's about time to go to the game, so we use Dan's 4 drink tickets each get 1 more drink and slam those then head to the bradly center. But first we must stop at my car. A little bit of shenanigans at the car, and some bottle changing wonders. Somehow a bottle of Powers whiskey managed to get itself into a water bottle that was stashed in my inside coat pocket, and into a powerade bottle that was stashed inside Dan's coat. We go into the game and Danny buys everyone a nice large coke. I get myself a pretzel and we head to our seats. We hardly watched much of the game at all. Danny and I rolled around pretending like we were going to pick up chicks or something, but there kinda weren't any. During the course of the game I had 3-4 shots of Powers (not really sure, because at this point I'm taking pulls out of a water bottle, and out of my mixed drink inside my coke cup... From the game myself and Danny headed over to bootleggers, Dan and Anselm were split up from us, and heading to Molly Cool's which was our destination, but hey we got sidetracked by a pretty bartender. Don't ask me how because I don't know but Dan and Anselm found us in Bootleggers, we all did a jager bomb and then headed to Molly Cool's to meet up with Dan's girlfriend Heather. Heather was chillin' at Molly's with Kacie, and we sat down and discussed on what the plan for the night was. It was still pretty early, like 11ish. Discussion over a beer and we decided to head over to McGillycuddy's for a little while. Danny disappeared to be picked up by his girlfriend, and Anselm had to go somewhere, I'm not quite sure where. So Dan, Heather, Kacie, and I headed onward. Dan and I sang karaoke...some Tenacious D and it was LEGENDARY! uhh well not quite, but I apparently want to be Barny so there you go King. After the bar we all headed to Kacie's since she was the only one capable of operating a motor vehicle, where we pretty much just went right to sleep.

Thursday: I worked, same as any other day, then after work I went to my Nana's to pick up some food she got for me which was pretty awesome, and also had dinner over there with my Nana, grandpa, and uncle. I went home, unloaded all my food and headed out to Elm Grove to do some marketing research. I was going to be doing a 2 hour radio marketing research thing, not sure what that is? I wasn't either and let me tell you I sure did find out. So I had to go and rate songs, from 1-5 and weather or not I'm tired or hearing it on the radio. Well in 2 hours you can't really do many songs right? Wrong. In 2 hours I rated 600 songs. How is that possible? They played 10 second clips of the most popular part, it was music ADD on crack. Some people can't listen to an entire song, and I can kinda deal with that, but this was horrible. Everytime I started to get into one of the songs because I liked it, bam it changed and some crap like Dave Matthews would come on or something. From there I was planning on going over to Sam's, but he was tired from studying so that didn't happen. I did have one stop to make though. I stopped over at Robert Carey Peterson's place or as I call him Satchmo/Mr. Mo his band rocks my socks, and they just got t-shirts, and I wanted one. So I stopped over there and got myself a shirt for ten bucks. I then drove home. Pretty exciting day.

Friday: Oh baby friday TGIF right? Wrong. Friday was one of my other long days where I got to work at 2 jobs, but wait there's more. So I get off of work at Sharp and head home for a little bit, but Brad was out at Sky Knights cleaning up for safety day, so I went out there and helped him out instead of heading home. I was there for a little more than an hour to help him out, then I had to go to work at Slim's. I forgot my hat at my Nana's on Thursday, so I stopped over there for 5 minutes, got my hat and went to work. Ugh Fish Fry... well it wasn't as bad as I anticipated, but it sure wasn't great. Worked with DW for the night, then the plan was to head to Aura, a bar downtown where Anselm was bartending. I was told it was on 8th and Michigan, which sounded perfect since I was staying at Sam's for the night, and that's not far at all. I go to Sam's after work, say whatup to Laurel, take a shower, and take a shot. Then start figuring out where this place is. Oh, it's on State and Aber or some crap, well that plan's out. Sorry guys, not driving 3-4 miles so I can get hammered and try and find my way back home, and I was getting hammered. It was a long day, 8AM-10:45PM more or less. I decided I wasn't going to be driving anywhere for the night at all, so I had myself another shot, ran over to OP to get some coke, returned and Laurel needed to get home. So I mixed myself a good 'n' big one in a powerade bottle, which made Sam a little nervous about me walking around Milwaukee with a mixed drink in my pocket, and I didn't really care. We walked Laurel home, and on the way back Erica Hermann spotted us from her car and yelled somethin at us. She was stopped at a red light, so we went over to her car and got in. She was going to drive us wherever we were headed which was back to Sam's, but we just pulled over to the side of the road at caught up on things. As I steadily got more and more drunk off of my wonderous powerade. Then we went back to Sam's and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep without a problem. After a long day and a fair amount of booze I was in a happy place laying down on the futon for sleep.

A learning experience

Yeah that last post... kinda old news and not done, but I had written that much and I don't feel like finishing it so you get what it is...

Anyway, I went on a ski tip this past weekend. This may sound somewhat strange, because I've never gone skiing or snowboarding or anything cooler than going down a hill on a sled or rubber tube, or just tumbling my ass down it with the grace of a hippopotamus. So I was on vacation, and I went in with what I believe to be a pretty damn good mindset. I made myself two rules, WHAT?! Rules?! on vacation you say. Yes, just two.

1.) I'm on vacation, no complaints, roll with the flow.
2.) Come home with at least some money.

Well usually I'm pretty shitty at following rules, however these seemed completely logical and, probably pretty good things to do so hell I followed 'em. Then again I kind of like to live life by those two rules. So this whole shibang started out pretty good actually. I was picked up from work by B-Mart (short for Brian Martin), oh and Amanda was there too. So the three of us head over to Mur's to meet with her and Todd. Todd drove the super-van for us, we all pitched in $20 and it got us there and back. Oh baby! After we loaded up the van with our crap we started the road trip to the cottage/shallet thing we were staying in. First though we had to make a small detour. We picked up Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine (as it's saved in my phone) from german town, then headed north... We wanted to get to the shallet in Iron River, Michigan. North seemed like a good idea. We entertained ourselves with various things on the way up, including a few hours of '20 questions' our own modified edition, which included the red cards from apples to apples. Anywhoo, 5 U-turns, one emergency roadside outhouse stop, two meal stops, and god only knows how many hours later we made it... to the ski hill.
"But wait a minute Kent, I thought you wanted to go to your shallet thing...."
Yes, yes we did, we just thought it would be fun to make some more U-turns.
So about another 5 U-turns, another emergency bathroom break (this one at a gas station) and about 45 minutes later, we arrived, at the right place too! Now I was pretty pumped when I got inside this place. There was about 50 bedrooms (7 actually I think), a sauna, a hot tub, 4 showers, spiral stairs, a huge sun room overlooking the frozen lake, it was fucking schweet. However all that aside, I wanted to try out the whole snowboarding thing. It was late and dark and whatnot, but there were a couple of little hills within sight of the place, so I convinced Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine to come out and play in the snow with me (it took a few drinks to convince him, but hey I do what I gotta do). Sean had two snowboards, so I managed to get to use his old one which worked out well enough for me, it was a few inches short of what would've been ideal, but hey I got to use it and didn't have to pay. Start out and Sean's a little pissed because I can ride normal or goofy foot, which was pretty cool to me. Goofy felt better but I gave normal a try too and it wasn't too horrible. The hill wasn't too big, but you could get a little bit of speed, and then you went out onto the lake which was frozen over, and pretty sweet. I was about 50 feet out on the lake when I yelled over to Sean, "It's a good thing this lake is all the way frozen over, because I'm pretty far out." You know where sometimes you need to knock on wood, and there's none available.... This was one of those times. Luckily the lake was all the way frozen over, and I was totally fine, but after I said that I was kinda weary to go out too far onto the lake again. We were out there for an hour or two just goofin' around, did one run through a tree covered hill a little farther away from the house, but the snow was all too fresh, and not really the best grade for us to get down it with a whole lot of fun. So we picked up our boards, and headed back in. This was my first snowboarding experience and it was pretty fun, but I was wishing I could go to the ski hill the next day and try out my skills, the problem was that would involve breaking rule #2, and I just couldn't bring myself to spend all my money on a lift ticket, when I really didn't know how I would do, or if it would be worth it. I told that to Amy when she asked me weather or not I was going to the hill the next day, and her and Shue decided to surprise me by buying me a lift ticket. My friends fucking rock.

I spent the day snowboarding, and falling. Not sure which was more dominant, overall. By the end of it I was fairly proficient and could go down most of the runs without falling, I didn't get to try out the black diamond run I had done twice at the end of the day like I wanted because It was already closed, so I kinda made my own run through the trees, between runs. It worked out well. It was one of those fan-fricken-tastical days that you always hope you have while on vacation. Returned to the shallet tired, and a little sore. Hopped in the hot-tub before dinner, then got to enjoy steak and spaghetti which works great for me. At this point I proceeded with one of my favorite pass times, getting good and liquored up. Had a good night of drunken drunk with my friends then went to bed. Woke up, packed up the van, waved goodbye to the lovely shallet we stayed in, and began the journey home. Most of us were tired, a few of us sore, and we were all pretty happy about the weekend we had. The drive home wasn't quite as exciting as the drive up, however we did make a small detour which included a few U-Turns, and was so that we could look at some windmills to see weather or not they would be tall enough to jump off. It also involved 1 count of Todd trying to drive off while I was still in the bathroom at Arby's. As well as 1 delicious count of taco-bell. Got back to my car, tried to start it, it needed a jump. Amanda was going to follow me home from where we parked (at my work) but once she saw that my car didn't start I was grabbing jumper cables, she decided Todd could jump me and she would just drive off. Which was great because if my car didn't start she would've been the perfect person to drive me home, while I was stuck at work, with a dead cell phone, but hey my logic must be flawed. Luckily it started up without a problem once I hooked the cables up to Todd's van's battery. Hopped in the car, and drove home.

It was quite an adventure, and I followed both my rules. I found out a few things on this trip.
1) I can follow rules, if they're simple and I agree with them.
2) My friends fucking rock.
3) Amanda can't be relied on having good judgement, especially while on the rag.
4) Snowboarding is fun, and I'm a fairly decent natural
5) Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine has less fear than I do and is a beast on the snowboard

I'm sure there's some more that I learned, but that's good enough.

Friday night, oh what a night! So Friday was Seth's birthday. Amanda and I decided to take him out to the safehouse for his birthday. Amanda also invited two of Seth's Carthage friends, which he was unaware of. We were all getting ready to go out to the safehouse, and Amanda and I were somewhat stalling, since we were waiting for Seth's friends to arrive. Seth was outside to warm up the car and ready to leave, trying to rush us along when his friends pulled up. He was good 'n' suprised! Huzzah, it worked!

So we all piled into Seth's car (even though Amanda was the DD for the night) and headed downtown. Let me just say this, Happy Birthday Seth. You owe a case of beer for getting your first ever speeding ticket. On your birthday yay! Yeah, he got pulled over on the way to the bar to celibrate his 24th birthday. His first ever speeding ticket issued, and we continued to the bar. At a bit of a reduced speed. We found some parking downtown, and about a block away from the safehouse which was great. We're heading up and I'm excited because only Amanda and myself have been there before. Seth, Brandon, and Hilary all are newcommers, and if you've ever been to the safehouse you know what that means. Sadly, Amanda told everyone the password, wtf is that shit!?

Anywhoo we just ordered a bunch of appetizers, a few baskets of wings and some motzerella wraps for the five of us. We all ordered drinks and decided to walk around and check out the place. It's a really nice place, all kinds of spy posters and James Bond themed stuff all over the place. Secret passageways and hidden windows and what not. Our food was ready and waiting by the time we got back to the table, so we started to eat and enjoy. Brandon and Hilary also invited another friend of theirs, Meg who had never been to the Safehouse, and was not told the password was just arriving. We could see her in the entrance via the tv's set up at the bar. The table we were at was a bit too small for us already, so we moved to a larger table so there would be room for her, as well as Hoochie who was supposed to be showing up sometime soonish. Meg was trying to hula hoop with her coat on downstairs and eventually they let her in.

So we all ate and had our drinks, Amanda slightly sad because she couldn't drink freely. It was a little bit akward for myself and Amanda, we didn't know Seth's friends at all and it was the four of them pretty much just talking, while me and Amanda talked a bit about this and that and that other thing. I had a cigarette and couldn't decide what I wanted to drink after my first inital whiskey sour's. So when I got back to the table and the waitress asked me if I wanted another drink I said sure. She said same thing? and I responded with naa, suprise me. She asked if I wanted to continue drinking whiskey, and I told her to mix it up. She then made sure that I would drink whatever she brought. I got some tequila drink with peach schnopps and cranberry juice. It was pretty decent. Everyone at the table thought I was nuts for letting the waitress decide my drink. After I finished it, and she came back I asked her for another, something new again. Got some svedka drink with triple-sec i believe.

A pitcher of beer for $4? OK!

Wednesday was pretty calm. I guess Dave hosts 'Microbrew Wednesdays' which is a pretty cool concept. Every Wed he goes out and buys two different microbrews. I was heading home afterwords so I only had one, which wasn't all that good and the general concensus was that the kind I didn't try was better. Bummer I guess. We also watched 'I hope they serve beer in hell' which was the second time I saw it, and still hilarious. Went home after the movie, and went to sleep.

I woke up Thursday morning to a super excited Amanda that I was home. Not quite sure why she was so excited but apparently I'm a sight for sore eyes. I showed up to work to find out a few things. First, it was cold. I guess both of our furnaces went out the day before, when I wasn't in. Second, half of the crap in the office didn't work. The printer, the copier, the fax machine, Stacy's computer, all kinds of stuff wasn't working. We blew a fuse from the space heaters that were littered all over the floor trying to keep some stability and a livable environment in our place of work. Go flip the switch in the fuse box to get the power back, turn on one of those lil space heaters and point it right at me. It was 52 degrees in the office according to that little heating wonder. Now sure 52 sounds great when it's the middle of summer and it's 90 outside and dripping humidity out of everywhere, but when it's 30 outside and 52 inside it's cold. Luckily it wasn't long before the furnace repair man showed up and took care of business.

Rolled on home after work and worked on Dragonheart or DH for short. DH is a MUD I started playing way back in middle school that I heavily developed for the past few years. Recently however I haven't really done anything with it, but yesterday I started really getting back into the swing of things and figured out how to compile the code so yay! OK nerdieness over, for now... But seriously I got to catch up on House MD, and The Big Bang Theory which was good because they were both pretty good episodes. Sam gave me a call and we decided we would go to the bars that night.

Let me just say I spent entirely way too much money last night. I owed Sam from going out on his birthday he loaned me some money since it was the day before I got paid. I stopped at pick'n'save on the way to Sam's and got a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of rum, some sour mix and some squirt. A $55 endeavor before I even got to MU and before even considering going to the bar. Those bottles were not even touched though because there was still a little bit of booze left over from the last time I bought a couple of bottles so that's alright. Had a good strong whiskey sour and a beer at Sam's while fucking around on chat roulette with Joe. Chat roulette is hilarious. You video chat with random people who are also video chatting it's mostly people trying to see boobs, but we find good ways to entertain ourselves. Spent probably 30 minutes asking people if I should grow a mustash purely on the basis of weather or not mustash rides are enjoyable. The general consensus was that I shouldn't though because it wouldn't be worth it. Sam finally got to talk to Shannon, apparently she had gone out and done some work herself on getting good and drunk, so it was something like 5AM her time when they finally got to talk. Once Sam was finished talking to his drunk girlfriend we were ready to rock'n'roll.

We started the night by hitting up Hagardy's, which was kind of lame because it was pretty much dead, and after chat roulette I was in the mood to talk to random people. Got a bucket of 4 domestic beers for $10 (8+2tip) I won rock paper scissors against sam for the 4th beer, since there was three of us and Joe was only 1/2 done with his when me and Sam finished ours. Once we finished our beers we decided to go to Murphy's to see what we could see. At this point I was already fairly buzzed. I didn't really eat much and had 3 beers and a 2 shot drink in a period of an hour and a half or so.

Murphy's had $4 pitchers until midnight, so we got a pitcher and decided to play some pool. I have no idea how much I drank at Murphy's because of a combination of things. Firstly I was just randomly refilling our glasses whenever they started to get a little bit low, so my glass was never below 1/2 which doesn't help for counting how much I drank, also I was starting to get a wee bit drunk. We got three pitchers, the third I managed to get at exactly midnight before they stopped offering, we still had probably 1/2 a pitcher left but hey you can't pass up a deal like that. One of Sam's engineering friends showed up because it was his birthday so once midnight hit they showed up. Sam informed me that he hadn't drank anything before comming to the bar which is no way to spend your 21st birthday, so I decided to buy him a shot. A shot of The Knot for myself and him (another $10), which took entirely way too long to get. Bartenders need to pay more attention to the guys standing at the bar trying to get drinks than the girls who are trying to get guys to buy them drinks damnit. Anywhoo got our shots, did em and I went back to the pool game. Low'n behold Bridget showed up, which is always nice and I did something that I very rarely do. I bought her a drink, well a shot, and I kinda owed her since she's bought me 4 now from the last few times I've seen her at the bar. Normally with BZ it would be a jameson shot, but she had never had The Knot, so went with one of those for each of us (count the $10). Some more pool (5 games I paid for, count $5). At some point after this I lost my ecig. I have no clue where, if I put it down and someone grabbed it or what happened, but before we left the bar I realized I didn't have it, and we all looked and couldn't find it. Hopefully someone picked it up and turned it into the bar, and I'll be able to get it back. If not I'm going to be very sad. I closed out my tab, although this morning I couldn't remember if I did or not, but figured I must have because I have my credit card. $32 for the pitchers and shots, plus whatever I tipped, I have no recolection of this, so I probably tipped 8 bucks to make it an even $40, sounds about right but who knows. I suppose I'll find out soon when it shows up on my online bank statement as "Campus Recreation". We walked Laurel home from the bar, which is like 2 blocks but as I've said before girls shouldn't really walk around town alone at 2AM.

Myself, Sam, and Joe headed back to Sam's to crash. Joe decided to turn on chat roulette once we got into the appartment. I can't say that I'm upset that he did either. The first chat was some cute chika to whom Joe yelled, "Show us your boobs!!" and she complied. She pulled 'em out, rubbed em down, then grabbed her friend who did the same, before the two of em started making out. All the while the three of us were cheering and clapping. A pretty good way to finish off the night I must say. Sam said something about parking tickets and Joe decided he needed to move his car, apparently he has some unpaid tickets that he needs to take care of because if he gets another his car will get toed. At least according to him, which is probably true enough so he said he was going to Louie's for the night, which is a couple blocks away. I have no idea weather or not he should've been driving, but he didn't really drink a whole lot with us, since he said the house beer that we were getting in the pitchers wasn't any good. So he left, and I pretty quickly passed the fuck out. At some point at the bar I set myself a couple alarms on my phone which was good because I woke up this morning.

I didn't need to be at work until 11 because Stacy wanted the afternoon off which worked out well, because if I needed to be in at 8 this morning I probably wouldn't have made it. So I woke up and laid around for 45 minutes, which is how I set my alarms. And bounced on outa there and headed to work. Made it with 8 minutes to spare. Wheee. All in all a good night.

Hooky? I think not.

So it was Sam's birthday. The current count on how many drinks he had when we celebrated the first time was 23-1/2 drinks over a 7 hour period, the first 4 hours were 4 drinks and before he actually turned 21. So I think we did a good job on that. The problem was I had to convince him to come out again on the actual day of his birthday and we didn't get out until nearly 11PM. I changed my work schedule so I wouldn't have to work until 11AM instead of 8 so I could get plenty of sleep and everything. We didn't really get drunk, which is fine. Sam had 21+ drinks during the 24 hour period that was his birthday so we're all set there.

A pretty relaxed day. Went over to Sam's after work all set to get good and drunk again, had work for the next day set and it was time to rock and roll. I was feeling great and wanted to party it up. Get to Sam's he's doing some much needed laundry, including the futon cover. He's being a big bum and still drunk when I showed up. Then he started getting hungover and wouldn't stop complaining about feeling like crap, and how he didn't want to drink. We grabbed some qdoba, and then watched a movie, and relaxed for a while. Sam said he was still feeling shitty after a few hours, and wanted to eat again. We got some jimmy johns and then back to the apartment to await Dave getting off work. Went out to Murphy's for some drinks. Sam and I got some beers, since it was 2 dollar beer night. We then played a game of pool while waiting for Dave. I'm not very good at pool, and Sam has had a table in his house for nearly his entire life so he's halfway decent. I got destroyed. Dave showed up and then we waited for Bridget. It was a bit suspect as to weather or not she would even show up. Apparently Sam and Dave were considering betting on it, but neither of them really thought she would show up. Well she did, and she bought everyone a shot before we left so huzzah! We hung out and played a few games of pool, then decided to leave not too long after midnight when 2 dollar beers ended. Did our shot and went back to Sam's apartment to watch Zombieland, which Bridget hadn't seen yet. Sometimes you just have to introduce people to new good movies. Bridget despite being friends with Sam, Dave, and myself since freshman year had yet to see Sam's new apartment. I blame Kayla....

Watched Zombieland which was hilarious. I had another beer but everyone else apparently was pooped out or something. Dave fell asleep not very long into the movie and there was a debate as to weather or not we should color/put peanut butter on him for passing out with his shoes on. We ended up just leaving him be, but I wont fret. I know there will be plenty more opportunities for that sort of thing. Sam and I decided it was time for sleep after Bridget and Dave left, which was about 5 minutes after the movie ended. It was around 2:30AM so I suppose that makes sense.

I woke up this morning a bit later than intended and rushed out of Sam's place. Went to my car to find out that a winter emergency was declared last night at 8PM and found a parking ticket for $50!? I guess when they declare a winter emergency they don't really fuck around. Cleaned off my car from the snow, threw my crap inside and got in. Turn my key and the engine tried, but didn't quite make it. Gave it another couple goes. It kept getting close but wouldn't quite start. Then my battery decided it couldn't try anymore after a few minutes. Hurray, my car wont start, I'm downtown at MU and don't know anyone else who has a car on campus. Go back to Sam's door, use the intercom to call him, have him come let me in and call work. Explain the situation, which doesn't look good since I'm already running late and I feel like Stacy/Greg are going to think I was playing hooky or something for being hungover, since I requested to change hours today because of Sam's birthday. Hopefully I can work something out and get my car going. I need to go home tonight... it's been since Sunday before the superbowl since I've been home which is no good, and I need some more clothes. The few extra pieces are all a bit dirty at this point.

Who doesn't love crazy magick!?

So my blog is entitled 'Life and its adventures' and yet thus far my blog has been pretty void of a whole lot of adventures. There's a little thing here or there, but nothing too exciting. Well sorry to disappoint because this post is about another thus small thing that's neither really here nor there. So one of my best friends Sam decided that it was about time for him to finally turn 21 and join the rest of the drinkers of the world, the legal drinkers of the world that is. His birthday is today (Feb 9), so happy birthday Sam, but anywhoo this is about yesterday and only a part of this morning, which is still considered last night by most.

I show up at MU to greet Sam and to begin preparing him for his first US legal bar debut. Sam is over at Dave and Bellus's so I go over there, and we hang out for a couple hours until we go to dinner with Momo, and The Bill. Dinner at the Chancery was quite delicious. I got just a simple 1/3lb cheese burger both cheddar and jack, some waffle fries it was glorious. Sam being Sam ordered mac'n'cheese, but hey with a twist, chicken as well in it. Those Chancery worker types decided they would sing some cracked out version of happy birthday in honor of Sam and his birthday. If that wasn't enough of a birthday treat alone they thought it would be prudent to supply the man with his very own cream puff (pouf? kream?). I don't think he really wanted it all that much, but he made sure to eat it down in a matter of about a minute anyway.

With dinner finished, we headed back to MU to really prepare for the night. Bellus decided that he would be lame and bail on us, go home and fall asleep knowing that he didn't help his friend celebrate in the proper fashion. It's alright though since Bellus is yet to be 21 himself I can't blame him for not wanting to stay out only for us to bail on him when we went to the bar. It was about 8:00PM which meant we had 4 hours or so to prepare. Now we started out pretty strong, playing a good game of three cup, we modified the rules a little to allow for three people, and the game was on. Sam being a smart ass thought he would be safe shooting after me, meaning if I made shots he would drink, and not Dave. This did not turn out well for him, I was on my game and shortly he declared himself the bitch. The problem was the game then turned into a one on one of me vs Dave. Sam had made I think 1 cup all night, he was playing horribly so Dave was quite sober and throwing fairly well still, and I was starting to get a good buzz and poor aim. A few 1/2 cup shots made by Dave put me out to nurse my drink for a few minutes to catch back up, thus declaring myself a bitch once I realized Sam was coming back in. Dave did end up winning the game with a full cup made about 10 seconds after Sam opened a full beer, and with myself a bit behind yet on finishing my own drink.

At this point we were all just full of beer, I didn't much want to move at all, my stomach was stretched and I needed to burp, but couldn't make it happen. A horrible horrible feeling. We decided that we would have a throwback to our childhood movie experience while we drank a few more beers before going out, one of those things like watching Heavyweights. This time however we opted for Hook, if there is anyone who thinks this not a great and glorious idea, then you can just go back into your hole and stay in there. Robin Williams is hilarious, and also a damn good actor, now throw in peter pan; you know, flying pixies, lost boys, pirates and you've got yourself a damn good movie. About 1/2 through Joey Jonas sends me a text and comes on down for a short while. Another of those under 21 types so he could only hang out for an hour or so by the time he got down.

I proposed a birthday shot which Sam was trying to refuse for some reason, I don't really understand him not wanting to do a free shot in his apartment before we hit the bar, but Dave helped me to convince him that it was needed. Shots down, and Dave's stomach was up. So while we waited for Dave to finish puking Sam and I threw some balls for three cup. I made the trustee 1/2 cup and decided that since we were just waiting a minute for Dave, opening a full beer wouldn't really be prudent. At that point I decided that I would just pour Sam 1/2 of a shot, and put in a splash of water, so it was the correct volume. Used the whiskey and Dave walked out of the bathroom ready to go. Sam had yet to do his shot. Again we had to convince Sam that it was his duty to drink whatever we gave him, it is after all his 21st birthday and well damn it that's what we get to do to you. It's a few minutes past 12:00AM at this point, so it is officially Sam's birthday, the argument that did finally get him to drink his whiskey water shot as we were walking out the door.

Joey bids us farewell as we leave Sam's apartment building and start walking towards Caffrey's. We make it to the bar, Dave decides that we should do Irish car bombs. Hurray! Car bombs are probably one of the most disgusting drinks that is very popular and I just don't get it. I love Baily's, but not a big Guinness fan. Yeah, yeah I know, "but Kent you're Irish how can you not like Guinness?" Well the plain and simple fact is, Guinness tastes like charcoal. I like Smithwicks a lot, there's a good Irish ale I do enjoy. So bombs away and we're at the bar. Sam has just had his first legal drink at a bar, courtesy of Dave Da-Noog Neugent. Which he will tell you, courtesy of the US-Army, thank you Obama, leader of our Army for Sam's first drink, I know you approve. The bar was fairly empty, and after all it was a Monday night, but low and behold someone found Laurel and she decided to celebrate Sam's birthday with us. Laurel was good friends with our bartender, which was pretty cool because the bartender was damn sexy and Laurel kept her around for a good long while. We got a game of bar dice going, and a couple of other gents down the bar joined in. Neither Sam, nor myself lost a game of dice all night which was great. Dave however did not have such good fortune. I continued to buy Sam shots of The Knot and make sure that he was well supplied with a drink in hand. We managed to play quite a few rounds of dice. I managed to keep myself satisfied with just one beer at the bar for nearly two hours, then again I probably drank more in shots than in beer, and that's straight volume.

We walked Laurel home from the bar, since a 5'5" 100lb girl who is damn drunk walking 4 blocks home at 2 in the morning isn't good. So we drop her off, and head back toward Sam's. Dave's place is on the way so we bid farewell to him and continued our journey to the apartment. We got back and at this point on a scale from 1 being sober and 10 being passed pissing yourself drunk, Sam is at about a 7. A pretty impressive feat since Sam can hold his liquor, but we did give him a whole hell of a lot to hang on to. Somehow he managed to get his keys into the locks and gain us entry to his place, when I say somehow I mean somehow. Luckily this is a very practiced maneuver because otherwise I don't know that we would've gotten in with the way he was functioning.

I was doing pretty well and on that same scale I was approaching a 5. I decided it would be a good time to play a little bit more three cup, although Sam was thinking about going to sleep, I convinced him otherwise. A little bit of three cup really got us ready for bed, and by us I mean Sam. He could hardly hit the table much less get the ball in a cup. I made us some ramen noodles and we devoured those and went to bed. It was about 3:30AM and life was good. I had a few alarms set to wake me up for work and was glad for the great night, and happy for my friend on his birthday.

This is where things got really strange and took not just a turn for the worse, but dove straight into the lion's den. We slept for some unknown time, well I slept for some unknown time, Sam didn't wake up I don't think. Yet somehow he was standing over me and I can only assume very confused even in his sleep. Confused? How could someone be confused in their sleep you might ask. Well here's how I know. He thought that myself and the futon had somehow been magicked into a toilet. I know he thought that because he was treating us thus, and urinating on me. I woke up to this quite promptly, quite upset, granted I moved out of the way very quickly, and realized that my computer wasn't too far out of the danger zone. Incorrect realization, my computer was in the danger zone. I removed the battery as quickly as I could in the pitch black of Sam's apartment. I curled myself up drunk, cold and tired on the safe end of the futon for a short while until I realized there was no way in hell I would get any more sleep, especially with piss on my side. Thankfully t was about 85 degrees in the apartment when we went to bed so I was sleeping in just my underwear, and the rest of my clothes were safe from being soiled. A very good thing because I got up, took a shower, and just put the rest of my clothes on. Still able to make it in to work, quite presentable. Sam didn't know what had happened when I was getting ready to leave shortly after 7:00AM and was a little confused when I was snippy toward him. I'm not all that upset though because we did get him that drunk, and well shit happens, or in this case piss. Despite that it was still a great night, and I'm looking forward to another while it's still his birthday.