Miah's 21st
Weird weekend for sure. I was bad Friday for the 1st time in forever, made for a weird day among other things. Then the crew rolled out to Nick’s house. The group had a decidedly different dynamic than it normally does. Good time was had. It is rare Cole is good enough to role out from the bedroom he lives in 24/7 & he left a definite stamp on the night. My favorite quote, “If they gave us 3 swords, :pointing to J & I: we would take back the empire!” Ummm, Cole, WTF random? Could the guy be a more obnoxious drunk? Anyway, finally tried Bud Select, there is absolutely no after taste. I will give it credit, but it still doesn’t come close to supplanting regular Budweiser. I can see it being a great chaser beer though. Ended somehow driving to
Saturday I slept until 3 in the afternoon healing my body enough to roll out for Miah’s birthday celebration. Let me say, it is rare you get large quantity of Pig people out together. But, when they are all out together, it is a weird mix. There is just this weird phenomenon where everyone just loves on each other. How else would I ever get along with Miah, or Chris for that matter? J You get to see sides of your elder co-workers you never get to see, entertaining.
Saturday night we 1st hit Bachelor’s. For my DP people reading this, Bachelor’s is one of 3 must see places in
After a while we took off to, I hope I am right on the name, the Playing Field. It held a very different crowd than the previous bar. I have never seen an entire bar stare down a group so obviously & deliberately. 80’s rock, now 20 years behind us, blared throughout the joint we resumed drinking. The stares were those of jealousy, jealous that we would not be spending our lives in the local mill. The tension subsided. Soon our songs began to pulse. A Schwa pick of N’Sync was validated as Carrie began to bust a move, very hot. Player tip, its not the music you like, it is the music the women like you want to be playing, take notes.
I know, I know, this Blog kind of sucks. I am not feeling it today, just don’t have the juice in me. I’ll bring this to a slow, painful end. My few lessons learned from the weekend. I am going to start building the excitement already. July 16th is more than just our little Jaren’s 21st, it reunites our entire drinking crew once again. It just isn’t the same without Jaren out to drink with us, I’ll be honest. We have way too much partying to do between now & then, but his B-Day is going to top anything we have done before. Secondly, why is it that as soon as ugly chicks get a few drinks in them, they try getting you to tell them they are beautiful? You guys know what I am talking about, it happened to us all Saturday. Here’s the deal, I am picky, very picky when it comes to dating. 1, 2 or 20 beers are not going to get me to slumpbust on some nasty broad. It is not going to happen. To be honest, if one of my friends tries it, I am pulling a Captain America & laying the huge cock block on him. To quote Clarence, “There is no enough liquor on the face of the earth honey.” They’ll thank me in the morning.
Anyway, I would like to finish this Blog by thanking Carrie & her husband for their great hospitality in letting us crash at their place. Sloppy Joes have never tasted better at 3 in the morning. Awesome weekend, we’ll rack them again & play next weekend. Working on a dating Blog, may even be out tonight so as I lay here in my stripped white tube socks, I’ll leave you with “See ya when I see ya! Peace.”
