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Welly, welly, welly. This weekend sure was interesting.
Friday was somewhat boring, but we did go to Tom's hotel and got a room there for an hour and a half 'til he got off work. T kicked me in the face while we were playing trench warfare with the mormon bible, and Paul threw the ottoman at the bathroom door because T stabbed him in the eye with a pen. Those are about the only highlights of Friday.
Saturday we sat around until T's mother went crazy at like 11. Drove around 'til Paul and Tom got back from the Fireside, went and got liquor. Picked up Brett, Ken, and Rick in Lockport, then all the way back to Tom's in Oak Lawn. The car was packed, I sure am glad I was the driver. Everyone sat at Tom's and got drunk. T was completely fucking gone, and I was pretty gone too. At like 4:00 A.M. we drove back to Lockport to play Dance Dance Revolution, but we didn't really play it. I sobered up and drove home. Almost drove into the forest preserve, but I'm a bad driver even when not intoxicated at all, so it doesn't really matter.
Sunday I woke up and my father asked me why I came home at 5:00 A.M. and asked me why there was no snow on my car because apparently I was lying and driving around all night because that's my idea of fun. Good point, Dad. Then we sat around, and went to T's, fell asleep again 'cause we were still really tired from the night before, waited for Al to get off work and called Brett and shit to see if he was home to play Dance Dance Revolution, but no one was answering. Al got off work, we drove out to Lockport to see what Brett was up to. Ken had Dance Dance Revolution so that was out. Went drinking at this kid Zach's house instead, and Al and Brett got pretty drunk. Al threw up all over my car and herself. We had to stop a few times for her to throw up, although she didn't make it outside the car too well. Finally got her home at like 1:30 and finally got her in the door, and then drove T home and here I am.
What a crazyass weekend.
Plans for tomorrow = clean the puke out of my car.
Friday was somewhat boring, but we did go to Tom's hotel and got a room there for an hour and a half 'til he got off work. T kicked me in the face while we were playing trench warfare with the mormon bible, and Paul threw the ottoman at the bathroom door because T stabbed him in the eye with a pen. Those are about the only highlights of Friday.
Saturday we sat around until T's mother went crazy at like 11. Drove around 'til Paul and Tom got back from the Fireside, went and got liquor. Picked up Brett, Ken, and Rick in Lockport, then all the way back to Tom's in Oak Lawn. The car was packed, I sure am glad I was the driver. Everyone sat at Tom's and got drunk. T was completely fucking gone, and I was pretty gone too. At like 4:00 A.M. we drove back to Lockport to play Dance Dance Revolution, but we didn't really play it. I sobered up and drove home. Almost drove into the forest preserve, but I'm a bad driver even when not intoxicated at all, so it doesn't really matter.
Sunday I woke up and my father asked me why I came home at 5:00 A.M. and asked me why there was no snow on my car because apparently I was lying and driving around all night because that's my idea of fun. Good point, Dad. Then we sat around, and went to T's, fell asleep again 'cause we were still really tired from the night before, waited for Al to get off work and called Brett and shit to see if he was home to play Dance Dance Revolution, but no one was answering. Al got off work, we drove out to Lockport to see what Brett was up to. Ken had Dance Dance Revolution so that was out. Went drinking at this kid Zach's house instead, and Al and Brett got pretty drunk. Al threw up all over my car and herself. We had to stop a few times for her to throw up, although she didn't make it outside the car too well. Finally got her home at like 1:30 and finally got her in the door, and then drove T home and here I am.
What a crazyass weekend.
Plans for tomorrow = clean the puke out of my car.