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Date Posted: 13:26:28 02/26/07 Mon
First of all, I totally agree with you Hafer on the Beth thing. She's either certifiable or really, really fun. I figure I'll try it out and if she sucks, maybe one of her friends who seem to like me will measure up solidly. I have nothin to lose though, so I'll totally go for it. As for how many girls, it wasn't many. Match.com offered slim pickings and me being very selective only went after 3 aggressively. All three responded back by the time I checked (initial e-mail was sent late Saturday, I checked around 7pm Sunday), but I'd be hard pressed to consider the other two not previously discussed as anything other than tour guides who I would say yes to if offered head.
Anyway, onto the weekend:
Friday we all arrived between 9pm and 9:30pm and proceeded to kill a bunch of Labatt and Killians bottled beers courtesy of Tommy. (The distributors were closed when I got there, hence my non gift baring presence) In the meantime, beer bonging ensued. By the time we ventured upstairs to the keg with MT's crew, Joe and I were legitimately 9 beers deep (pre 11pm) and Joo was well on his way. After pounding some there, we hit up the Cell Block with Homes (in for the night) because it was the closest bar we had to walk through frigid temperatures to get to. At the bar, I have no idea what happened to be honest. Joe ordered 5 RBV and some shots for the 1st two rounds, Homes bought some beers, Evan purchased some shots and according to a brief survey of my credit card receipts, I bought 3 rounds (2 of which I KNOW were shots) on 3 different credit cards. I barely remember being at, ordering or eating my sandwich (sort of remember eating it on the couch while I snapped some pictures of a very rigormortis and retarded looking passed out Joe) and then slept fully clothed with my shoes on to which I awoke and left without changing or applying any fresh smelling scents. It's safe to say, we each had in excess of 15-18 drinks in a 3 hour span, which ultimately led to the downfall of Joe's stomach and sweater, the downfall of Joo's sandwich not at night but gloriously in the morning and my downfall in trying to pick up women (although I was fairly aggressive, my "game" was no doubt slurry and disgusting).
That is all I recall.
Oh, that and Joe's love of my picture taking skills. He knows better now. Ask him (and then witness when I post the pics).
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