THURSDAY HANGOVER: "Do You Feel the Way You Hate? Do You Hate the Way You Feel?"
Well, Marc, I had all the intentions in the world of giving you a dose of drunken ramblings, courtesy of dollar Blue Moons. However, when you add dollar Blue Moons to three dollar Jager Bombs, Adam has this funny way of not making it home. So sorry. Maybe next time you'll get the debut of "I'm Not As Thunk As You Drink I Am!"
Moving right along, I still have to tell yinz 'bout the Barrister's Ball. But FIRST! It's Song/Link time. The Song of the Day is "Greedy Fly" by Bush, largely because it just came up on the WinAmp. Which is a running theme this week, I suppose. I've basically got a 400-song playlist set to random right now. Whatever comes up while I'm writing, comes up. Your LINK of the Day is this crazy-go-nuts story from the world of sports. Marc, Kujo, please lemme know what you think, or if you've heard anything about this.
Alrighty! Barrister's Ball! The night started off at my Lovely Date Jeanie's apartment, where we met with Justine and her beau, Tim, took copious amounts of pictures, and then headed dahnstahs to Danielle's. There, we, Danielle, Nicole, and the Sprouts all partook in some friendly pregaming as we awaited cabs. I kicked things off with Johannesburg Reisling and Champagne, the concotion I poured into my stomach over the course of the night was off to a strong start.
The Ball was a good time, and was your run-of-the mill open bar/sit down dinner affair. I was generally pretty happy with the DJ, to boot. This is around where things start to get hazy. I remember that was sat with the preivoulsy described group + Markus and his wife. We were disappointed that our table was moved from 13 to 3 (though I can appreciate the irony), effectively separating us from Kerry, Kelly, Mia, et al. Luckily, though, we were all able to meet up on the dance floor. Jean was resplendant in her black dress, and was, once again, one hell of a date. I remember drinking a LOT whiskey sours, eating the Best Damn Piece of Cheesecake, Period (it was caramel), having some interesting drunken conversations with some students I TA for, openly pining over the Queen Bee (cute dress..and i wasn't really pining, I just needed a good word, there), and dancing. Good times were had (I assume) by all.
Afterwards, we headed to the Matrix, where free admittance got me some more beers, the 80's room of dancing awesomeness, and a surprise guest appearance by Jack "The World's Foremost Conservative Republican" Bock. He dazzled us with his three-piece suit, but nevertheless, apparently, I "served" him on the dance floor. The Grease Mega-Mix was in full effect, and Jean and I appropriately brought the proverbial ruckus. On levels. Sometime around closing (I know it was closing, cuz they turned the lights on) we made our way back to the hotel, in search of a cab.
After the Vargas blatantly stole a cab out from underneath a group of twentysomethings, we six-packed the car and headed back to Squirrel Hill. There, after Mrs. Varga had her ass kicked (by me-- she started it though, I promise), we partook in cookie dough and hot pockets and tried a failed attempt playing "Taboo" before we went our seperate ways and headed to bed. Jean and tried an ill-advised Buff-a-thon at four or five in the morning, but it was all for not. She soon passed out on the couch, while I curled up fetal-style on the air mattress. Which is where I remained until 2:00 pm the next day, when we finally finished watching all the Buffy Season 3 Episodes. And really, that show just keeps getting better and better. Just like the weekend that was.
I finished things off by returning home just in time to catch dinner with Aunt PK and my Dad, then headed back to the hacienda for some quality Penny-time, and a little Battlestar Galactica with my pop. Truly a fantastic weekend.
So there you have it! Also- Since I've not had a good posting in a few days, I'd like to take this opprotunity to wish ALIMAC a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Since her birthday's Leap Day, and it didn't really happen this year, I feel just fine wishing her a Happy Birthday today, because Dammit, today could be her birthday, right? Or did that not make sense?
Anywho, this next weekend's shaping up to be a good one. Gooder's coming home for Spring Break, and the Knor boys will hopefully be able to all-out attack Westmoreland County with a ferver not seen since...I dunno? Ever?
till next time, I remain
-apk
Moving right along, I still have to tell yinz 'bout the Barrister's Ball. But FIRST! It's Song/Link time. The Song of the Day is "Greedy Fly" by Bush, largely because it just came up on the WinAmp. Which is a running theme this week, I suppose. I've basically got a 400-song playlist set to random right now. Whatever comes up while I'm writing, comes up. Your LINK of the Day is this crazy-go-nuts story from the world of sports. Marc, Kujo, please lemme know what you think, or if you've heard anything about this.
Alrighty! Barrister's Ball! The night started off at my Lovely Date Jeanie's apartment, where we met with Justine and her beau, Tim, took copious amounts of pictures, and then headed dahnstahs to Danielle's. There, we, Danielle, Nicole, and the Sprouts all partook in some friendly pregaming as we awaited cabs. I kicked things off with Johannesburg Reisling and Champagne, the concotion I poured into my stomach over the course of the night was off to a strong start.
The Ball was a good time, and was your run-of-the mill open bar/sit down dinner affair. I was generally pretty happy with the DJ, to boot. This is around where things start to get hazy. I remember that was sat with the preivoulsy described group + Markus and his wife. We were disappointed that our table was moved from 13 to 3 (though I can appreciate the irony), effectively separating us from Kerry, Kelly, Mia, et al. Luckily, though, we were all able to meet up on the dance floor. Jean was resplendant in her black dress, and was, once again, one hell of a date. I remember drinking a LOT whiskey sours, eating the Best Damn Piece of Cheesecake, Period (it was caramel), having some interesting drunken conversations with some students I TA for, openly pining over the Queen Bee (cute dress..and i wasn't really pining, I just needed a good word, there), and dancing. Good times were had (I assume) by all.
Afterwards, we headed to the Matrix, where free admittance got me some more beers, the 80's room of dancing awesomeness, and a surprise guest appearance by Jack "The World's Foremost Conservative Republican" Bock. He dazzled us with his three-piece suit, but nevertheless, apparently, I "served" him on the dance floor. The Grease Mega-Mix was in full effect, and Jean and I appropriately brought the proverbial ruckus. On levels. Sometime around closing (I know it was closing, cuz they turned the lights on) we made our way back to the hotel, in search of a cab.
After the Vargas blatantly stole a cab out from underneath a group of twentysomethings, we six-packed the car and headed back to Squirrel Hill. There, after Mrs. Varga had her ass kicked (by me-- she started it though, I promise), we partook in cookie dough and hot pockets and tried a failed attempt playing "Taboo" before we went our seperate ways and headed to bed. Jean and tried an ill-advised Buff-a-thon at four or five in the morning, but it was all for not. She soon passed out on the couch, while I curled up fetal-style on the air mattress. Which is where I remained until 2:00 pm the next day, when we finally finished watching all the Buffy Season 3 Episodes. And really, that show just keeps getting better and better. Just like the weekend that was.
I finished things off by returning home just in time to catch dinner with Aunt PK and my Dad, then headed back to the hacienda for some quality Penny-time, and a little Battlestar Galactica with my pop. Truly a fantastic weekend.
So there you have it! Also- Since I've not had a good posting in a few days, I'd like to take this opprotunity to wish ALIMAC a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Since her birthday's Leap Day, and it didn't really happen this year, I feel just fine wishing her a Happy Birthday today, because Dammit, today could be her birthday, right? Or did that not make sense?
Anywho, this next weekend's shaping up to be a good one. Gooder's coming home for Spring Break, and the Knor boys will hopefully be able to all-out attack Westmoreland County with a ferver not seen since...I dunno? Ever?
till next time, I remain
-apk
1 Comments:
The NHL lost me as a fan about 4 years ago. I could care less.
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Anonymous, at 9:34 AM, March 04, 2005
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