marmalarma (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} marmalarma) wrote,@ 2006-04-18 22:13:00 |
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spring break part 2
i had just won the tourney and we were going out to celebrate. we went out to a local bar suppsedly because davey G knew some chicks there. they didnt show, but you know who did? every single cock in honolulu. and every single guy who played in the tournament. whatever i go with my usual philsophy, if things aren't fun and shaping up how you expected, drink until they are and you don't care what happens. we start by doing a ton of shots. i buy everyone's drinks for the night. i then proceed to make it my sole purpose to get my friend neil's fiance as drunk as humanly possible. i succeed in this with a little help from her. at one point i go to hand her a drink and neil kinda shakes his head but i am too herbified to be deterred at this point so he asks her, "do you really want that?". she replies with, "yes of course!" man neil what a keeper! neil later took her back to the hotel where she vomited every meal she had ate in her entire life. ah well thats what happens when you roll with the herbivore. now another friend we were with herion is somewhat of a lightweight. he got drunk after only 10 drinks or so, fucking pussy, and started stumbling around the bar and knocking over anything he could, on accident of course. the manager sees this and decides to cut off our whole group. i go up to the bar and the bartender refuses to serve me, knowing the drill i just play it cool and walk away not wanting to get kicked out. however my friend antoine wasnt so cool, in fact he was the opposite of cool, he was french. so he argues with the bartender saying he wasnt drunk. it just so happens that his accent literally sounds like a drunk mans slurred speech. so the bartender is having none of this and he gets kicked out by the bouncer while yelling repeadetly "but im french, im french!" sorry bud thats how we roll in america, no frenchies allowed. the night dies down after that and we get a cab home. except for sam who decides to get a limo and spends the whole ride puking in the ice bucket, or daveyG who decides to stay with some friends and has to take the bus home in the morning, which took 3 hours, and put him at a bus stop where he didnt know. he was later found by some of our housemates at a bus stop and just looked up with a puppy dog look in his eyes and said, "im lost help me please." all in all a decent celebration.
i had just won the tourney and we were going out to celebrate. we went out to a local bar suppsedly because davey G knew some chicks there. they didnt show, but you know who did? every single cock in honolulu. and every single guy who played in the tournament. whatever i go with my usual philsophy, if things aren't fun and shaping up how you expected, drink until they are and you don't care what happens. we start by doing a ton of shots. i buy everyone's drinks for the night. i then proceed to make it my sole purpose to get my friend neil's fiance as drunk as humanly possible. i succeed in this with a little help from her. at one point i go to hand her a drink and neil kinda shakes his head but i am too herbified to be deterred at this point so he asks her, "do you really want that?". she replies with, "yes of course!" man neil what a keeper! neil later took her back to the hotel where she vomited every meal she had ate in her entire life. ah well thats what happens when you roll with the herbivore. now another friend we were with herion is somewhat of a lightweight. he got drunk after only 10 drinks or so, fucking pussy, and started stumbling around the bar and knocking over anything he could, on accident of course. the manager sees this and decides to cut off our whole group. i go up to the bar and the bartender refuses to serve me, knowing the drill i just play it cool and walk away not wanting to get kicked out. however my friend antoine wasnt so cool, in fact he was the opposite of cool, he was french. so he argues with the bartender saying he wasnt drunk. it just so happens that his accent literally sounds like a drunk mans slurred speech. so the bartender is having none of this and he gets kicked out by the bouncer while yelling repeadetly "but im french, im french!" sorry bud thats how we roll in america, no frenchies allowed. the night dies down after that and we get a cab home. except for sam who decides to get a limo and spends the whole ride puking in the ice bucket, or daveyG who decides to stay with some friends and has to take the bus home in the morning, which took 3 hours, and put him at a bus stop where he didnt know. he was later found by some of our housemates at a bus stop and just looked up with a puppy dog look in his eyes and said, "im lost help me please." all in all a decent celebration.
