D-Day

It was a long long weekend with not nearly enough down time. Friday was a garage night with ping-pong and beirut until we collapsed. That was only a warm-up to the events of Saturday.

4pm: Joe starts drinking alone at The Alibi.

4:01: Steve (pictured left) starts talking to Joe.

4:45: Keith and Caleb show up.

5:10: Erin, Julia, Ben and Aimee show up.

5:30: We all leave. Steve stays behind, still talking. Thanks for all the rounds Steve. You're the man, even though you never ever stop talking...and spend a beautiful Saturday afternoon in a dark bar drinking...still, the man.


5:45: Encounter a very friendly gentleman on the max train. Unfortunately he is also the drunkest he's ever been in his life. Wearing a camo shirt and shorts, and drinking a bud on the max which he dropped twice. The second time picking it up upside down and pouring it on his crotch...then trying to drink from the bottom. Eventually his pants fell down and we discovered he also wears camo bikini briefs. The strange thing was how polite he was. He apologized several times; and after the pants incident he kept asking been not to tell "nobody." Oh I think we all knew my friend. The...cat...was out of the bag. After the max stopped, the young gent
stumbled across the platform and crumbled on the ground. Ben and I lifted him to a nearby bench and went on our merry way.



The Derby was a good time. There were lots of scantily clad women. Many of whom were all tatted up and looking for a fight. I quickly purchased a 'Guns N Rollers' shirt, ripped off the sleeves, tossed one sleeve around my forehead and beat the hell out of this 70 year old woman. It's important to establish your role early on, those bitches will eat you alive.
There are some kinks to work out (like 2 hour beer lines), but all in all the Derby was pretty sweet. Next time my camera will be ready.









I don't think this girl realized what was going on. Or maybe she is just a plumber. Erin has better pictures of this. I must say my butt is looking pretty sexy.









Stupid girl walked in the way.
I'm on my knees mimicking the girl next to me.
She can show ass-crack in public.
I can show ass-crack in public.



There were some good crashes and a few near fights. It's a shame the real season doesn't start until February. At least we've got the Blazers right?....right?
















We started drinking really hard after the Derby. I introduced the crowd to Irish Car Bombs and we enjoyed singing along with the karaoke. I felt the headband should stay. Later the sleeveless T made another showing...gyar.



I hadn't really hung out much with Erin and Ben before. Those two know how to have a good time. Anytime there's nipple, you know it's gotta be good. I wonder what the people around us thought. There are a lot of pictures that I'm not putting on here.



Ben demonstrating how he wooed Erin.
Off camera I'm taking notes.

All the old-timers took off around midnight so I waited for Keith to show up and then we stopped by the Dancin' Bare for a game of pool and a nightcap...or so I thought. My neighbor's party was still ragin' at 2:30am so I headed on over for some 'meet and greet.' Long story short, there was a firetruck, some cop cars, etc etc, I got to bed around 4am. A solid 12 hours shift. Ouch.

Ok, this has taken too long to post, I gotsta go. And I can't get the damn photos to line up with their descriptions...so I deleted most of the descriptions. Whaaatever. I'm so done with this post.


Someone call Captain Ahab.