Shenanigans! I Call Shenanigans!
A glorious headbutt to you.
First things first: by the time the playoffs are over, I'm going to be a very old man.
And let's get this out of the way: I want whatever Turb was drinking that night.
Oh, the weekend. Once again, ours was better than yours. In fact, Saturday night ranks up there with some of the all-time great nights we've had. And Turb doesn't even know what the hell happened for most of it. A recap, if you don't mind:
Friday night (despair):
-game 3, Yankees/Angels. After being down by 5, the Yankees stage a huge comeback, only to lose in the late innings (thanks Al Leiter.) The appropriate levels of depression and despondency set in. This is not to mention that I had 4 beers during the game. I left the mess for the next morning.
Saturday (anticipation):
-look at mess from night before, suddenly feel very lazy. Don't bother cleaning.
-game 4, rained out. At least I don't have to avoid all kinds of technology for the next 12 hours.
Saturday night (exaltation):
-United game with Turb and Phil. Did I mention our tickets got us free food for the game and 3 free beers, not to mention a small plastic cup?
-number of times I flipped off Metrostars fans at the game: 4
-number of justified times I yelled at an old man, who was a Metrostars fan: 2
-number of unjustified times I yelled at an old man, who was a Metrostars fan: 3
-we ran to the Metro? Can we please stop running to the Metro now?
-meet up with Kim and her ex-boyfriend. Jump on Metro, proceed to lose ex-boyfriend. Mission accomplished.
-back to the Pour House. Remember the Pour House? We love that place.
-"I'm just going to Chicago to have sex with my ex-boyfriend."
-meet up with Kim's roommate Lauren and her friend Ashley. Yeah, there were some other people, but they left early, so they do not exist for the purposes of the night.
-lose a bet about the Saturday before Halloween. Penalty: must cook for Kim.
-Turb and I are supposed to have a dance-off? Everybody knows I can't compete with Turb in a dance-off. I don't even think I bothered trying. He's too good.
-steal away Kim for photo hunt bar game. There is nothing better than two people that have been drinking trying to play photo hunt.
-3 Guns 'N Roses songs??? Are you kidding me? Of course I belted out the lyrics to each one.
-lose a bet about this guy's name. Penalty: oh man.
-I get a lapdance, then I give a lapdance? What the hell is wrong with me?
-Ut oh, Turb went outside to the tree.
-Ut oh, Turb came back in and fell asleep at the table. Looks like it's time to go.
-bye Ashley!
-made it to the Metro. Turb doesn't make the bench in the station and is on the floor. Kim and I take pictures with him. Good times.
-bye Kim! Bye Lauren!
-Turb's asleep on the Metro, and it's our stop. I yell and curse at him. People on the train are amused.
-people cheer Turb on to get off the train.
-people applaud as Turb exits said train.
-he's going up the down escalator? This is going to take awhile...
-safely home, and I don't even bother to yell at the dwarf in the TV for the mess he made (crazy Portuguese dwarf.)
Sunday (redemption):
-clean up mess from Friday.
-YANKEES WIN, THAAAAAAAAAAAA YANKEES WIN!
All told, we had one lost plastic cup (Turb), one lost cell phone antennae (me), two lost bets (me again), and one lost memory (Turb).
K bye.
First things first: by the time the playoffs are over, I'm going to be a very old man.
And let's get this out of the way: I want whatever Turb was drinking that night.
Oh, the weekend. Once again, ours was better than yours. In fact, Saturday night ranks up there with some of the all-time great nights we've had. And Turb doesn't even know what the hell happened for most of it. A recap, if you don't mind:
Friday night (despair):
-game 3, Yankees/Angels. After being down by 5, the Yankees stage a huge comeback, only to lose in the late innings (thanks Al Leiter.) The appropriate levels of depression and despondency set in. This is not to mention that I had 4 beers during the game. I left the mess for the next morning.
Saturday (anticipation):
-look at mess from night before, suddenly feel very lazy. Don't bother cleaning.
-game 4, rained out. At least I don't have to avoid all kinds of technology for the next 12 hours.
Saturday night (exaltation):
-United game with Turb and Phil. Did I mention our tickets got us free food for the game and 3 free beers, not to mention a small plastic cup?
-number of times I flipped off Metrostars fans at the game: 4
-number of justified times I yelled at an old man, who was a Metrostars fan: 2
-number of unjustified times I yelled at an old man, who was a Metrostars fan: 3
-we ran to the Metro? Can we please stop running to the Metro now?
-meet up with Kim and her ex-boyfriend. Jump on Metro, proceed to lose ex-boyfriend. Mission accomplished.
-back to the Pour House. Remember the Pour House? We love that place.
-"I'm just going to Chicago to have sex with my ex-boyfriend."
-meet up with Kim's roommate Lauren and her friend Ashley. Yeah, there were some other people, but they left early, so they do not exist for the purposes of the night.
-lose a bet about the Saturday before Halloween. Penalty: must cook for Kim.
-Turb and I are supposed to have a dance-off? Everybody knows I can't compete with Turb in a dance-off. I don't even think I bothered trying. He's too good.
-steal away Kim for photo hunt bar game. There is nothing better than two people that have been drinking trying to play photo hunt.
-3 Guns 'N Roses songs??? Are you kidding me? Of course I belted out the lyrics to each one.
-lose a bet about this guy's name. Penalty: oh man.
-I get a lapdance, then I give a lapdance? What the hell is wrong with me?
-Ut oh, Turb went outside to the tree.
-Ut oh, Turb came back in and fell asleep at the table. Looks like it's time to go.
-bye Ashley!
-made it to the Metro. Turb doesn't make the bench in the station and is on the floor. Kim and I take pictures with him. Good times.
-bye Kim! Bye Lauren!
-Turb's asleep on the Metro, and it's our stop. I yell and curse at him. People on the train are amused.
-people cheer Turb on to get off the train.
-people applaud as Turb exits said train.
-he's going up the down escalator? This is going to take awhile...
-safely home, and I don't even bother to yell at the dwarf in the TV for the mess he made (crazy Portuguese dwarf.)
Sunday (redemption):
-clean up mess from Friday.
-YANKEES WIN, THAAAAAAAAAAAA YANKEES WIN!
All told, we had one lost plastic cup (Turb), one lost cell phone antennae (me), two lost bets (me again), and one lost memory (Turb).
K bye.
posted by Rich @ 7:50 AM
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