Went to Austin
As you all hopefully know, Austin is the capital of our great state (Texas, btw). pavel_lishin, bretthoerner, and myself got bored and decided to take a weekend trip down. We saw the capital building as we drove by, and I don't think one of us cared (we discussed defecating on its steps at one point, but decided that's too hard).
Obligatory picture post:
I stumbled upon a forecast into my Irish future - lounging in a hotel lobby...sack with all my belongings in one hand, booze in the other. Good times.
We thought we'd gauge our vodka intake over the course of our 2-night stay. We're not stupid (just retarded)...$4.50 for a shot only gets us mildly drunk because we're Jews. So, we had to have a pre-drinking session before hitting 6th St.
Upon departing our hotel room for the first time, it was clearly going to be a night to remember (via photographs).
I'm guessing this guy hangs out around there quite often, considering there was never a time when a cop wasn't next to him.
This might be the only decent pic of yours truly from the entire trip.
Walking around for hours got to us at some point, so we rested. Pavel's Jew started hurting so bad that he commenced sucking dick for shots, and here we see him relaxing his jaw.
Apparently midget bartenders are not fans of having their picture taken. I laughed my ass off when he asked me what I was doing.
Hint, girls: if you're going to walk around topless in an area heavily populated by drinking college students, don't be averse to having your pic taken either (midget is somewhat understandable). There are nOOdz, but I'm at work.
Absolutely inexplicable.
Huggy?
*ahem*...2 times!
I dunno who Brett was talking to, but they sent him into a homosexual rage.
I honestly don't recall why or how I began talking to this girl, but apparently my drunken charm isn't exactly gentleman-like.
This is at some point during the pre-drinking on the second night.
Despite Coyote Ugly clearly being a rip-off, the bar lived up to the rep.
hi2u body shots.
Yup.
We were big fans of this hot-dog stand chica. And, well, yeah.
Apparently at one point in some bar, I backhanded Pavel with my hat and broke his glasses. This is my best drunken "Wha happan?" impersonation of Mr. Lishin. In the morning, I woke up and saw Pavel trying to fix them...yelled out, "What the fuck happened to your glasses?"
It was a sad, sad moment.
I established dominance.
Ever notice that when you're drunk, you really don't vary your poses?
Brett was concerned about something, and I was freaking out...why? Couldn't tell ya.
Pavel is pretty much constantly paranoid. It heightens when he's been drinking.
All in all, we had some good times. There are more pics, which I'm sure will be in comments as blackmail, but I got bored.
Obligatory picture post:
I stumbled upon a forecast into my Irish future - lounging in a hotel lobby...sack with all my belongings in one hand, booze in the other. Good times.
We thought we'd gauge our vodka intake over the course of our 2-night stay. We're not stupid (just retarded)...$4.50 for a shot only gets us mildly drunk because we're Jews. So, we had to have a pre-drinking session before hitting 6th St.
Upon departing our hotel room for the first time, it was clearly going to be a night to remember (via photographs).
I'm guessing this guy hangs out around there quite often, considering there was never a time when a cop wasn't next to him.
This might be the only decent pic of yours truly from the entire trip.
Walking around for hours got to us at some point, so we rested. Pavel's Jew started hurting so bad that he commenced sucking dick for shots, and here we see him relaxing his jaw.
Apparently midget bartenders are not fans of having their picture taken. I laughed my ass off when he asked me what I was doing.
Hint, girls: if you're going to walk around topless in an area heavily populated by drinking college students, don't be averse to having your pic taken either (midget is somewhat understandable). There are nOOdz, but I'm at work.
Absolutely inexplicable.
Huggy?
*ahem*...2 times!
I dunno who Brett was talking to, but they sent him into a homosexual rage.
I honestly don't recall why or how I began talking to this girl, but apparently my drunken charm isn't exactly gentleman-like.
This is at some point during the pre-drinking on the second night.
Despite Coyote Ugly clearly being a rip-off, the bar lived up to the rep.
hi2u body shots.
Yup.
We were big fans of this hot-dog stand chica. And, well, yeah.
Apparently at one point in some bar, I backhanded Pavel with my hat and broke his glasses. This is my best drunken "Wha happan?" impersonation of Mr. Lishin. In the morning, I woke up and saw Pavel trying to fix them...yelled out, "What the fuck happened to your glasses?"
It was a sad, sad moment.
I established dominance.
Ever notice that when you're drunk, you really don't vary your poses?
Brett was concerned about something, and I was freaking out...why? Couldn't tell ya.
Pavel is pretty much constantly paranoid. It heightens when he's been drinking.
All in all, we had some good times. There are more pics, which I'm sure will be in comments as blackmail, but I got bored.