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Point: The Return

Chris & I rolled up to Point again this Saturday. The crew showed us a great time a couple weeks ago & we couldn’t resists the urge to return.

Our pregame turned out to be relatively eventful. Miah introduced me to a new show, House. He said I would like it because the lead character is a sarcastic asshole. He was right. Wee chilled, all enjoying our favorite beverage of choice. Then Miah’s cousin…errr…girlfriend…errrr….cousin called & he ended up talking to her for 8 hours. Taking offense to this, I took his phone & began a juvenile game of keep away. Bad idea, Miah drank a half bottle of vodka before this & pretty much destroyed me.

He had me in a pin or something when I did a spring move with my legs & sent him soaring through the air. Miah is a big dude & a small stool broke his fall. His color bone broke the stool & the stool left a hell of a mark on his collar.

One theme for the night was Miah buying drinks… for lots of chicks. It was amusing. I never realized but he has a lot of game. Women were eating his lines up. He probably introduced me to about 50 women over the course of the night. Another theme, Miah hates frat boys. I don’t quite get our friendship after saying that because I love Abercrombie & jack Johnson, but it works. He was going up to frat boy after frat boy calling them fucking douche bags. How we didn’t end up fighting that night, I have no idea. This wasn’t only Miah. Some frat boy walked up to Chris as we walked out of a bar & wanted to shake his hand. Chris drops, “No way you fucking frat rat.” The dude comes to me next & I drop, “I’ll shake your hand even though you are a piece of shit.” The kid thought it was hilarious. This happened pretty much the entire night.
Anyway… y our last stop, everyone was pretty much annihilated. Ever story from here on should be prefaced with the fact we were all freaking destroyed & facts are hazy at best. So, Chris & I were chilling, each with a longneck in our hands. I cheeresd him & his bottle literally exploded. It really caught all of us off guard. I mean, I still have the image of his hand closing around the broken glass in my head. Either I gained summer human strength in the last week or that was just messed up. Anyway…Chris escaped with a bloody thumb, thank God it wasn’t more serious.

Somewhere after that incident came was maybe my funniest of the night. We are all standing in a staggering group at the edge of the dance floor with the tall blonde dancing by us. She looked over at me a few times so I introduced myself & then walked back over to the group of guys. Next thing I know she kind of wraps her arm around my waist & pulls me out. Ok, I am 6’2”, skinny, white, & have absolutely no dance moves. I tried getting my move on though. So this ridiculous display goes on for a minute or 2. All of a sudden out of nowhere she just jacks me. 2 hand shove as hard as I have ever been jacked. I looked at her & just started laughing my ass off. I couldn’t figure it out. It wasn’t until later someone told me Miah had been screaming whore to every chick around & I assume she thought I had ripped a whore bomb at her. In any event, it was hilarious.

Next on the list was my attempt at getting picked up by the cops. I get out of the last bar & have to take a wicked pee. It seemed like a good idea to go around the corner on a side street & unload. I remember thing to myself, “Please don’t let the cops come, Please don’t let the cops come.” Well, one did. He rips around the corner & we made eye contact. In mid piss I made a break for it as a packed my junk away. I literally could have qualified for the Olympics in the 100 meters this night. I went cruising past the guys & back into the last club. I guess the cop stopped outside the doors for a couple minutes & must have not felt like dealing with it. I emerged from the club again & we were headed to T-Bell.

T-Bell concluded the night. Is there anything better at 3 in the morning? Nope… We started back & I launched a fucking cup as high as I could. It hit a car at the end of the lot & exploded like a freaking bomb. It seriously looked like someone had called in an air strike. Good times….

Peace to my Point peeps…we will be doing it again soon…Here's the link to Miah's pics & thanks for having us guys…

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