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That was the drunkest I have ever seen anyone in my life. It was Calvin's 21st birthday party tonight. As soon as I got off work, I picked up Justin and headed down to Dave and Buster's at the Great Mall. We got there, and met the rest of the CV crew outside. Place was pretty fun, except for my unprecedented ability to spill water on my crotch. Ice cold at that. Best thing was some crazy arcade game with automatic rifles. I picked the "Tough Guy" skin with no shirt, while Justin was the irrepressible cowboy. By the time we left, Calvin was pretty tipsy. Justin and I went with him and some of his SJ friends to this Irish pub downtown where the bartenders proceeded to completely destroy Cal. Shot after shot after shot. Oye. I could not drink that much, and Cal is half my size.
Highlight:
Calvin: "I want you guys to tell me what stuff I did tomorrow."
Justin: "Calvin, you haven't done anything yet."
Calvin: "WHAT?!" *Calvin strikes some poses that could only have been at home in a late 80s Madonna video*
By the time we left the bar, around 2, Calvin could hardly walk. Keep in mind; at this point he could still walk. I went to get my car to take him home, and he'd barfed his small intestine up by the time I got back. Luckily I had asked for a trash bag from the bartender before we left, so my car did not suffer. I cannot say the same for the occupants of Room 516 in Calvin's apartment building. He left a gift on their front porch. Calvin passed out about 15 yards from his room, so I dragged him dead hooker style the rest of the way. Well Justin may contend he is a better Drunken Calvin carrier, I have only this to say; "He could still barely stand while you had him; his legs were jell when I had him."
Calvin is THE man, bar none. Happy birthday, best 21st ever! I envy you.
Guinness tastes great from the tap, I had missed it.
Highlight:
Calvin: "I want you guys to tell me what stuff I did tomorrow."
Justin: "Calvin, you haven't done anything yet."
Calvin: "WHAT?!" *Calvin strikes some poses that could only have been at home in a late 80s Madonna video*
By the time we left the bar, around 2, Calvin could hardly walk. Keep in mind; at this point he could still walk. I went to get my car to take him home, and he'd barfed his small intestine up by the time I got back. Luckily I had asked for a trash bag from the bartender before we left, so my car did not suffer. I cannot say the same for the occupants of Room 516 in Calvin's apartment building. He left a gift on their front porch. Calvin passed out about 15 yards from his room, so I dragged him dead hooker style the rest of the way. Well Justin may contend he is a better Drunken Calvin carrier, I have only this to say; "He could still barely stand while you had him; his legs were jell when I had him."
Calvin is THE man, bar none. Happy birthday, best 21st ever! I envy you.
Guinness tastes great from the tap, I had missed it.