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It started with Graham and I going to have sushi at a place called Thai and Sushi. Jen works there. You've seen pics. Well, we racked up a $100 bill between the two of us on unfiltered, chilled saki, sushi, appatizers, desert, and Guinness. It was grand. Jen got it 50% off. Gorgeous. Well, we go outside to leave and this is on his car...
Yeah, wtf is that? Apparently, it's a "booter." They put that shit on your car if you dont put money in the little box thing. Well, we didn't see the box thing. We had to call the number on the sign they taped to his window. Well, we call and the guy comes. While we're waiting for the guy, there are four or five relatively ghetto adults in the parking lot. They bitch and moan about how ridiculous this shit is too. The guy gets there and the people in the parking lot are like, You should kick his ass man. Kick his ass and take his tools. So, the little scrawny in his 60s white guy is getting scared. He finally finishes and leaves. Graham has to pay $50 to get that shit off of his car. Fucking ridiculous.
Moving on... Graham and I go to Lenny's. It's a bar. We have already had a couple a beers a piece and three shots of saki a piece. We're doing well when we get there. We have a couple more pints of Guinness each. (Guinness is he and I's beer of choice.) We're waiting for Cliff to get there with Jen so we can go to this "warehouse party." We've been waiting for 1 1/2 hours and by the time Cliff and Jen get there Olivia, Gabe, Josh and Sarah? (I think that was her name) show up. Graham and I didn't know they'd be there. Graham starts playing pool and schooling everyone, including the 50 year old guys. lol. It's funny. Kevin (my Kevin) calls me while I'm at the bar and we talk for a few. We leave Lenny's go to this warehouse party and all stop at a gas station to buy some booze. I'm pretty tipsy as it is. I buy a couple of 40's and we hit the road. We get there and it's literally this big fucking warehouse. Part of it is under reconstruction for housing and part of it is already an apartment complex. Well, shit is rocking there. There's a loud band, but the people seem awesome and there's a keg.
So, this is Jen and Kevin. Kevin is the DDR kid.
Half way into the night these two people show up with Ipods and four duffle bags of cigarettes. WTF? Anyone over the age of 18 can have their ID scanned and get two packs of free smokes. What'd I do? Fuck yes, bitches. I got my free fucking cigarettes....and gave them to Jen. *le sigh* Despite the temptation, I didn't have a smoke. Christ, it was so hard last night. Graham even asked me to hold his smoke so he could do something. I held a cigarette and did not take a drag. I nearly died. I swear.
Here is Jen and Graham.
This is Jen and I comparing beer sizes. Obviously, I win, bitches.
Also, there is this moose there. A giant blown up moose. Oh man, what the fuck? Yes, leave it to my boys...
Of course, Graham getting moose-head.
The moose gang bang.
Another shot...
Btw, can you see all of the fucking smoke in the air? Christ, it was so hard. Later, Cliff gets the moose out again. This was like two hours later Cliff rides that shit. He broke his arm in a mosh pit. Hardcore, Cliff. Hardcore.
Sometime in the night I wanted a group shot, so I told them to pose. For some reason, Cliff became this sexual object.
(From L to R: random kid I didn't know, Cliff, Josh, Sarah?, and Kevin)
Toward the end of the night Cliff sat in this three legged chair. I didn't know, I sat down when he got up and I fell. I landed on a floor covered in an inch of beer. I was fucking soaked. Jen laughed and I pulled her down into it with me. When we got up she poured like 1/4 a cup of beer down my tits, so I poured 3/4 a cup down hers. My tits were the center of attention last night. I remember people throwing quarters and bottle caps between them. lol. Nice, no?
After the warehouse party we all went to Waffle House. (Cliff, Jen, Graham and I) I think I got home around 5am. That's the last phone call I made on my call log. lol.
Of course, what do I look like completely shit faced? I mean, past drunk? Graham and I. Shut it. I know. I look retarded. I was really drunk.
