Catch Up
I finally pieced together saturday night.
- Pregame at Keith's.
- Walk to Wanker's Corner (bar in Wilsonville, not nearly as slummy as we were hoping, actually not really slummy at all) .
- Start putting down pitchers of PBR with Pat, Keith and Cale.
- Shots of Jack.
- Pitchers of PBR.
- Keith and Pat go to win the pool table.
- Shots of jager.
- Pitchers of PBR.
- Jager girls make first visit with keychains, we send them away to find us jager t-shirts.
- Shots of jager.
- Jager girls come back with hats, we take them and send them off for jager t-shirts.
- Keith and Pat are unsuccessful at winning the pool table, one of them hits the 8ball in.
- Pitcher of PBR.
- Run into guy I know from PCC, shake his hand in the bathroom before I have a chance to wash mine, apologize under my breath.
- Jager girls come back with two t-shirts, Pat snags one immediately, they start asking trivia for the other shirt. Did you know that there are 56 spices in jager? Keith did. Son of a bitch.
- Waitress stands up on our booth and starts dancing, WTF?
- Shots of jager .
- Once again waitress is up dancing above us, this time my head is a prop, once again, WTF?
- Pitcher of Terminal Gravity.
- I see Pat dancing, I laugh.
- I'm chugging beer, I don't know what it is.
- Back at Keith's.
- Climb over fence to hot tub.
- Sausage fest in hot tub.
- Climb over fence out of hot tub.
- Blackness.
- Wake up at somepoint soaking wet in my underwear on Keith's couch.
- Wonder if I peed myself, too early to think about that.
- Stumble into Keith's room to wake him up, adapt plan, pass out next to him in my wet underwear.
- Wake up at 8am.
- Did I leave my clothes at the hot tub? No, they are right there on the floor, get dressed.
- Notice something strange on my hand, blood?
- Ketchup, dried ketchup.
- Remember I don't eat ketchup, in fact, I loathe ketchup
- Am informed that I was the target of kethcup covered tater-tots while I was passed out on the couch, fuckers. I hate ketchup.
- Am dropped off at home at 8:30
- Pass out face down on my bed for 6 hours, some people call this a full nights sleep.
- Wake up at 2:30.
- Remove my shirt to shower.
- Look in mirror, what the hell is all over my chest, blood?
- Ketchup, dried ketchup.
- I hate ketchup.
- Pregame at Keith's.
- Walk to Wanker's Corner (bar in Wilsonville, not nearly as slummy as we were hoping, actually not really slummy at all) .
- Start putting down pitchers of PBR with Pat, Keith and Cale.
- Shots of Jack.
- Pitchers of PBR.
- Keith and Pat go to win the pool table.
- Shots of jager.
- Pitchers of PBR.
- Jager girls make first visit with keychains, we send them away to find us jager t-shirts.
- Shots of jager.
- Jager girls come back with hats, we take them and send them off for jager t-shirts.
- Keith and Pat are unsuccessful at winning the pool table, one of them hits the 8ball in.
- Pitcher of PBR.
- Run into guy I know from PCC, shake his hand in the bathroom before I have a chance to wash mine, apologize under my breath.
- Jager girls come back with two t-shirts, Pat snags one immediately, they start asking trivia for the other shirt. Did you know that there are 56 spices in jager? Keith did. Son of a bitch.
- Waitress stands up on our booth and starts dancing, WTF?
- Shots of jager .
- Once again waitress is up dancing above us, this time my head is a prop, once again, WTF?
- Pitcher of Terminal Gravity.
- I see Pat dancing, I laugh.
- I'm chugging beer, I don't know what it is.
- Back at Keith's.
- Climb over fence to hot tub.
- Sausage fest in hot tub.
- Climb over fence out of hot tub.
- Blackness.
- Wake up at somepoint soaking wet in my underwear on Keith's couch.
- Wonder if I peed myself, too early to think about that.
- Stumble into Keith's room to wake him up, adapt plan, pass out next to him in my wet underwear.
- Wake up at 8am.
- Did I leave my clothes at the hot tub? No, they are right there on the floor, get dressed.
- Notice something strange on my hand, blood?
- Ketchup, dried ketchup.
- Remember I don't eat ketchup, in fact, I loathe ketchup
- Am informed that I was the target of kethcup covered tater-tots while I was passed out on the couch, fuckers. I hate ketchup.
- Am dropped off at home at 8:30
- Pass out face down on my bed for 6 hours, some people call this a full nights sleep.
- Wake up at 2:30.
- Remove my shirt to shower.
- Look in mirror, what the hell is all over my chest, blood?
- Ketchup, dried ketchup.
- I hate ketchup.
posted by Joe at 11:25 PM
4 Comments:
I realize that maybe you feel you've 'earned' it and all... but, can I have your Jager hat??
Can I watch you undress?...what?
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Wow. I wasn't saying anything nearly that clever. But I am now...we're installing a stripper pole at the new house.
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