I wont be playing checkers for a while.
Gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale, a tale of a New Years gone awry.
It all started when Erika said we couldn't be together, and that I shouldn't go to Connecticuit to see her for New Years. So I started trying to find people to hang out with. Devon was unreachable, Jessica as well, Alex was working, Mike didn't even have anything. But we could make something, we thought, yes, we could make the greatest party ever. That is where I exaggerate, we didn't have such high hopes you see. We ended up going to Josh's, with James. James is kinda weird, he said he was going to "drink the night away". I had maybe a third of a beer, then ran back to my place to get my hard drive. I left the beer with him...to drink. When I got back most of it was in a glass, in a glass and not drank. Mike eventually confiscated the glass, because he got tired of James warming it with his hand. I had a couple more beers, then we decided to play a nice game of checkers. The whole time the Dirty Dozen had been playing, and we'd been half watching.
The rules of checkers were as follows. Each piece is a shot glass, filled with one measured shot from a legit, graduated shot glass. Each piece is of a different liquer, except for the one that was Vermouth, which was just mean. When one of your pieces is taken, you must drink it. Loser drinks everything that's left on the board. Kings are made by filling the glass, the glasses we were using as pieces were easily 2 shots.
So we began playing, in teams. Mike and I Vs Josh and James. About half way through Mike said he had an empty stomach, and couldn't drink any more until he ate something, but of course he put Josh and Jame's pizzas in first, so he didn't eat anything until after the game ended. Well, Mike had maybe 3 shots, which means I must've had the other 5, but 2 were kings, when it came down to the end I had a king, which was jumped, leaving my 4 kings and 2 regular pieces of the other teams on the board. Josh wanted the Irish Cream, so he took it, leaving me with 4 kings and 2 singles. One of the kings was Vermouth, I dispatched of them rather quickly. After a moment or 2 I was still feeling pretty good, so I got another beer. When I had dispatched of it with equal speed I stumbled up for something, I can't say exactly what, I just remember stumbling about. Then I came back, layed on the couch, and informed Mike that I was sufficiently drunk. The next thing I know I'm in front of the sink, puking. I puke a few more times, then it's suddenly 8:00 AM, I'm wearing a differnt shirt, I'm sleeping in my sleeping bag, on the futon. I don't have a pillow. There's the taste of vomit in my mouth. And the smell of vomit on...me. When I got up I realized that I was still quite drunk.
That's tale of a New Years gone awry. And that's why I wont be drinking or playing checkers for a while. If you want to know more than that, you'll have to ask someone who remembers, it's a funny story, apparently I pissed in the sink.
It all started when Erika said we couldn't be together, and that I shouldn't go to Connecticuit to see her for New Years. So I started trying to find people to hang out with. Devon was unreachable, Jessica as well, Alex was working, Mike didn't even have anything. But we could make something, we thought, yes, we could make the greatest party ever. That is where I exaggerate, we didn't have such high hopes you see. We ended up going to Josh's, with James. James is kinda weird, he said he was going to "drink the night away". I had maybe a third of a beer, then ran back to my place to get my hard drive. I left the beer with him...to drink. When I got back most of it was in a glass, in a glass and not drank. Mike eventually confiscated the glass, because he got tired of James warming it with his hand. I had a couple more beers, then we decided to play a nice game of checkers. The whole time the Dirty Dozen had been playing, and we'd been half watching.
The rules of checkers were as follows. Each piece is a shot glass, filled with one measured shot from a legit, graduated shot glass. Each piece is of a different liquer, except for the one that was Vermouth, which was just mean. When one of your pieces is taken, you must drink it. Loser drinks everything that's left on the board. Kings are made by filling the glass, the glasses we were using as pieces were easily 2 shots.
So we began playing, in teams. Mike and I Vs Josh and James. About half way through Mike said he had an empty stomach, and couldn't drink any more until he ate something, but of course he put Josh and Jame's pizzas in first, so he didn't eat anything until after the game ended. Well, Mike had maybe 3 shots, which means I must've had the other 5, but 2 were kings, when it came down to the end I had a king, which was jumped, leaving my 4 kings and 2 regular pieces of the other teams on the board. Josh wanted the Irish Cream, so he took it, leaving me with 4 kings and 2 singles. One of the kings was Vermouth, I dispatched of them rather quickly. After a moment or 2 I was still feeling pretty good, so I got another beer. When I had dispatched of it with equal speed I stumbled up for something, I can't say exactly what, I just remember stumbling about. Then I came back, layed on the couch, and informed Mike that I was sufficiently drunk. The next thing I know I'm in front of the sink, puking. I puke a few more times, then it's suddenly 8:00 AM, I'm wearing a differnt shirt, I'm sleeping in my sleeping bag, on the futon. I don't have a pillow. There's the taste of vomit in my mouth. And the smell of vomit on...me. When I got up I realized that I was still quite drunk.
That's tale of a New Years gone awry. And that's why I wont be drinking or playing checkers for a while. If you want to know more than that, you'll have to ask someone who remembers, it's a funny story, apparently I pissed in the sink.