nathan, nice work on the 12 hr bender, you are about 2/3 to the normalicy of what we normally knock out on a weekend together wtih the crew.

so…….i was at a superbowl party which nornally i refues to go to but i did swing by inbetween bar hopps. was a friend of a friends party so no clue what i was walking into. pull up and decent house but tons of cars parked everywhere. i proceed to finish my heater in the yard and hear this sound like someones dumping a bukcet of water on the cement (mind you its about 7:30 and party started at noon). i look around and see nothing, continue to finish my lung dart and walkign up to the house and hear the sound again and this time look to my left and as sure as im sure the library nachos are the BOMB why there is a grown a** man squatting down inbetween a early 2000 Chevy Trailblaizer and a old school Jeep Cherokee and was holding onto the grill guard of the Trailblaizer and was just destroying it.
I look over and immediatly burst out WTF and about chocke on my puff of my smoke stick. dude looks at me like he saw a ghost and we make eye contact and i look down and again shout WTF and dude just lets loose and sounded like a moose was up his butt then not 5 seconds after and im still staring in astonishment and getting ready to ask - (so is the bathroom broke inside and also, do you need to go to the dr!?!) dude forgoes whiping stands up with his pants still around his knees and litterly takes off running down the street. He does not get into a car or anything, in astonishment i stand there and watch (again this is a grown a** man easily 35+) and light up another Camel Joe and try to figure out what just happened then simply turned around, jumped in my whip and took off. Texted my friend there that when you roll up to a party and a man is having that issue in the driveway-thats a party i’m not lookin to get invovled with.

Superbowl…. We were eating and watching a DVD and forgot to switch it to see Carrie perform, then we just kept watching movies, missed the half-time show, next thing we know is it is 9:15, and we decide we are old and go to bed. I will catch up on the commercials at some point on YouTube. I ate my super bowl appetizer food; we were just missing the spin-art dip. Which is my fave.

We are old… So I end up at a college party Saturday night. This is not our typical scene, but one of Jake’s employees (he is 21) was having a house party so we went. We got there just as they were setting up beer pong, and a girl was on the floor with the beer bong still in her mouth… WOW! I have never played beer pong, quarters, done a beer bong or drank everclear before. Four things I can now check off the list. Our condition on Sunday morning was the determining factor in us realizing that we are old and no longer 21. I was ok, just dehydrated with a headache; Jake was fairly immobile until we went to bed. If we left the party and went home we would have been ok, but we started with a drink at home at 5:30, then the party at 7:00, then went to a club at 11:30, and then went to an after-hours until 5:00… That is 12-hours… bad idea. Upon returning home we cooked tacos and hot dogs by the looks of the messy kitchen Sunday AM. Jake is going to be the cool boss this week with all the younger employees, and I nicknamed one of his employees: Snookie. I have a feeling she won’t like it once she realizes who Snookie is.

Oh and I texted my boss: “Weere u at woman? we ARe drunky-facced, come joiiin ius!” She found it hilarious, I’m her son’s age and she is fun to party with so she understood. (The ‘–faced’ thing is normal for my friends and I to say, I tell people they are all angry-faced, stupid-faced, etc all the time, it came out one night as a joke and just stuck.)

Here is to a week of recovery and homework.