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Lukey
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Date Posted: 07:35:08 02/02/07 Fri
Friday night (only brought up b/c it is slightly relevant to the major happenings of Saturday and it contains a funny anecdote):
Vic and Matt Stinson travel down for a visit. We got out to 1223 for a birthday party. Many females there, drunkenness, good fun. Matt gets grabbed on dance floor by what turns out to be a Brazilian chick with a witchfaced German friend (as an aside, this is the second time in a row that I've hung out with Matt that he has been accosted by a cute girl on the dance floor - at New Year's he got snatched up by a much cuter girl). Anyway, Matt leaves with girl, makes comment that we should expect a call later that night/morning for a possible pickup. Matt gets in car with girls, they ask for address, he says not to worry about that now, she replies that her friend has gps and can take him home. He is perplexed - we get call asking for my address. He gets dropped off at my place before we even get home - hilarity ensues at his expense. His quote "I thought it was a sure thing."
Bad omen: Vic mentions to my roommate Pete (also from Atwon) before bed that he has never witnessed him toasted. Pete says that much drinking will be had on Saturday.
Saturday:
Poker begins in the late afternoon, which also marks the beginning of drinking. Progress to bowling, heavy escalation in drinking. Go to dinner - maintain drinking. Matt gets call, Brazilian girl (who lives in f'n Annapolis) wants him to meet her out at cafe citron (latin club/bar) in the city. others not sold on idea, but agree to accompany him there on the condition that he gets laid. In cafe citron it is absolutely packed - we couldn't even move in there. Vic, Pete, and I just stand by the bar and drink. In our 1/2 hour there, Vic and Pete consumed a shot of Patron, a jack and coke, and 1.5 mojitos (the half being mine that I didn't want).
We leave Matt there with the girl and go across the street to buffalo billiards. Decide to play cutthroat, last place must do a shot of three wise men, second loser soco and lime. in meantime, vic and pete drink more mixed drinks (i'm sticking to beer) and do a shot before we begin. I also bought a round of beers for while we play. Vic is easily the best pool player among the three of us and then proceeds to blow a massive lead (he had 4 balls left while Pete & I each only had 1) and lose the first game. Pete wins. Vic does his wisemen, it's rough, and I do my nice and tasty soco and lime. 2nd game, vic must goes last b/c he lost - he ends up with only 2 balls left when the hi-mid-low is determined. Long story short, he was f'd and lost the 2nd game (pete won again). Also during 2nd game, last call was given. pete ordered 5 extra shots (beyond the ones for the game, 2 for each of them, 1 for me - I feel left out) and i ordered everyone more beer. Thus vic has a 3 wisemen, two soco and limes, and a beer waiting for him before we leave.
We head back to my place (Brazilian chick accompanies Matt) and decide it would be a good idea to play beer pong. We wake up another roommate Dan so we have 3 teams. Vic and I win first two games, lose third to a much more sober Matt and Brazilian chick who could barely hit the table. While playing Vic and Pete did a shot of whiskey and soju. While he and I were waiting to play winner, Vic spills beer on kitchen floor. I wet paper towels and give them to him to clean up. He makes comment about us not having any cold weather this winter and this makes comment about this may be the closest he gets to skiing all winter. Vic, with wet floor, wet towels, and bare feet, proceeds to face plant. He was too drunk to use his hands to break his fall - everyone rolling with laughter, especially me. He gets up with hand over face, there appears to be blood.
Injury report: half of front tooth chipped off, other half has a crack through it it will not stop bleeding (the tooth itself was bleeding). His other front tooth is loose and he also bit through his bottom lip. It is apparent he needs emergency dental care - we find a place to meet us at 6 in the morning in Fairfax (about 15 mins away). We get to parking lot, Vic gets out and pukes his brains out right before going in to see the dentist. Dan and I go in with him, very drunk and probably reeking of alcohol. Vic gets worked on for almost two hours - we go back out to empty parking lot and Dan's car was sideways in the middle of the lot. He drives a stick and was so drunk that he forgot to pull the parking brake when we he parked. Dan and I drop Vic off and go to a diner for breakfast. I come back and crash at 10 in the morning, but I can't curl up in my bed - Matt and Brazilian chick used my bed (sheets definitely do not pass the stain test) so I have to sleep in the couch. Wake up a 2, with massive headache and watch BEARS dominate. Vic still not feeling super well, Matt (who drove) heads back to philly. Vic gets on train on Monday and heads home.
Epilogue:
Vic currently is missing most of one of his front teeth and the other one is loose (and yes he is on a business trip this week and spending the weekend in Vegas). It turns out that he damaged his tooth so badly that he can't just have a root canal and crown (original prognosis) and instead needs to have a tooth implant, which involves and oral surgeon and a screw in his jaw, etc. His other front tooth may require orthodontics. He received merciless ridicule from Vert since this accident. Poor Butts.
Matt got very sick (I think from a Brazilian supervirus) and had to take monday and tuesday off from teaching. I worried about ever sleeping on that set of sheets again. She also wanted him to come back and visit her last weekend - he declined.
The End
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I will kick anyone who is not rooting for the Bears in the nuts the next time I see them. Do you guys really want Peyton faggot, the biggest douchebag in the NFL winning a Super Bowl. Fuck, you guys are gayer than I thought.
Heaves, you up to anything tonight?
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