Bats! I Hear Bats!!! Drink!!!
Aaaaaaannnnnnnnd.... headbutt.
Let's get this out of the way: goooooooooooood times.
I haven't done a weekend update in awhile, mostly because the weekends have been reduced to nothingness because I've been poor. But now I'm not poor, so on with the certifiable, veritable wackiness.
Friday:
-Leave work early, and thank god. After a stop at Dick's to get darts (and snazzy soccer goals), and a stop at Total Wine to grab a keg (or "attempt to grab a keg and realize I need to go to the gym more often"), it's home to spend the next 3 hours painting the table. Have you ever used a razor blade to paint? What about a spray-painted plate? Because I have, and it's no fun. You get paint on your ears.
-Spend the next hour water-proofing the table. Good lord we are going to extremes, and I love it.
-Spend the next 17 seconds tearing up because the table is so beautiful.
-Sniffle.
-Various cleaning around the house, some dinner, blahblahblah.
-Time to christen the table! Whatever random cans of beer we had in the house prior to this time, they aren't there anymore. Almost 3 hours of games. It was good times, and it was awesome.
Saturday:
-Wake up, and times last night weren't so awesome. The legs feel atrophied and I look like Mark Bellhorn does every single day of his life (strung-out). Time to get cleaning.
-People slowly show up. Two good moments: my brother arriving with Garrett, and Tom showing up with Polish girls. I thought he was kidding on Friday. Tom: I love you.
-Tom leaves, Polish girls stay. Money.
-"Dude, if you pull this off, you're my hero. You so have a chance."
-Polish girls see Turb's puke bucket. Immediately run for the door, only to be fought off by the white tiger keeping everyone at the party.
-Bats!!!!!!!!
-Numbers baby, straight numbers.
-Piggy back rides up the stairs for Alexis. This is before she turned into Houdini.
-Time for the fight. The main event sucked, and Bernard got robbed. The fight should have been a draw, but even still, it was worth only about $34, not $60. There was an undercard fight that was more entertaining than what we saw.
-All these sketchy people are outside on my deck smoking. They won't leave. Nobody knows their names. I'm going to bed.
Sunday:
-Thank god the TV is still there...
-Silver Diner for some grease. Thank god for grease.
-K bye people that slept over. Thanks for coming.
-NCAA 2006. This game hates us. We got crushed by the 1946 Army Black Knights before we turned it off.
-Take that Jacksonville State!!
-Back down to the table. I swear, it will be the end of all three of our lives. At least I recorded 5 knockouts before turning pro.
Once again, proof my weekends are better than anything you can throw at me. Anything! Now let's go headbutt some kangaroos.
K bye.
Let's get this out of the way: goooooooooooood times.
I haven't done a weekend update in awhile, mostly because the weekends have been reduced to nothingness because I've been poor. But now I'm not poor, so on with the certifiable, veritable wackiness.
Friday:
-Leave work early, and thank god. After a stop at Dick's to get darts (and snazzy soccer goals), and a stop at Total Wine to grab a keg (or "attempt to grab a keg and realize I need to go to the gym more often"), it's home to spend the next 3 hours painting the table. Have you ever used a razor blade to paint? What about a spray-painted plate? Because I have, and it's no fun. You get paint on your ears.
-Spend the next hour water-proofing the table. Good lord we are going to extremes, and I love it.
-Spend the next 17 seconds tearing up because the table is so beautiful.
-Sniffle.
-Various cleaning around the house, some dinner, blahblahblah.
-Time to christen the table! Whatever random cans of beer we had in the house prior to this time, they aren't there anymore. Almost 3 hours of games. It was good times, and it was awesome.
Saturday:
-Wake up, and times last night weren't so awesome. The legs feel atrophied and I look like Mark Bellhorn does every single day of his life (strung-out). Time to get cleaning.
-People slowly show up. Two good moments: my brother arriving with Garrett, and Tom showing up with Polish girls. I thought he was kidding on Friday. Tom: I love you.
-Tom leaves, Polish girls stay. Money.
-"Dude, if you pull this off, you're my hero. You so have a chance."
-Polish girls see Turb's puke bucket. Immediately run for the door, only to be fought off by the white tiger keeping everyone at the party.
-Bats!!!!!!!!
-Numbers baby, straight numbers.
-Piggy back rides up the stairs for Alexis. This is before she turned into Houdini.
-Time for the fight. The main event sucked, and Bernard got robbed. The fight should have been a draw, but even still, it was worth only about $34, not $60. There was an undercard fight that was more entertaining than what we saw.
-All these sketchy people are outside on my deck smoking. They won't leave. Nobody knows their names. I'm going to bed.
Sunday:
-Thank god the TV is still there...
-Silver Diner for some grease. Thank god for grease.
-K bye people that slept over. Thanks for coming.
-NCAA 2006. This game hates us. We got crushed by the 1946 Army Black Knights before we turned it off.
-Take that Jacksonville State!!
-Back down to the table. I swear, it will be the end of all three of our lives. At least I recorded 5 knockouts before turning pro.
Once again, proof my weekends are better than anything you can throw at me. Anything! Now let's go headbutt some kangaroos.
K bye.
posted by Rich @ 1:01 PM
2 Comments:
At 9:32 AM,
Anonymous said…
I still think you have a chance; all you need to do is get those Polish chicks back down to the bat cave
Hug it out
At 11:30 PM,
Anonymous said…
Sometimes I ownder if you really are my brother, and then yet, I think back to that horrifing scene where my life as an only child came crashing to a hault.
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