oooooooh god
Back to thurs.
Michelle and katie actually made it to fondue at trains, which was amazing. we drank some sick baileys wannabe drink, which was neither amazing nor fortunate because it made us really sick. nonetheless, we went to maloneys (on rebeccas wasted name night) and drank on. It was jackies bday and we all took blowjob shots, which resulted in many slut remarks. matt kahn and michelle had a long moment about sex, virginity, and more random sex. sampson is my friend on the facebook- a fact that was talked about way to long that night. matt was crying because he couldnt find brian higgins, his lova. i made newman really uncomfortable but am still anxiously awaiting day 14. caesar and co (chris with a cat) and i hung out for a long time. i drove home.. probably drunker then i should have.
Big Friday
after a disappointing mall/ dairy queen trip we returned home to actually make it on time to happy hour. but because it was homecoming we had to wait in line for like 45 mins to get in to the bar, which blew. We stood by the bar pounding drinks for the majority of the night.. we hung out with the usuals and many alumni. adam voth of how we missed ye. rebecca really missed chris pilla/ god only knows why. rebecca thinking she could keep up with michelle and i threw up and blacked out by about 9 pm. i also passed out and michelle solely remained. i blacked out for a short half hour at that point and woke up in the line for the onion talking to two random guys who said michelles mouth was too small for their cock... cool, nice pick up line guys. we didnt really know anyone at the onion because there were so many damn alums. the people we did know were blatantly trying to get ass, which was obviously disgusting. michelle drove us home, again probably drunker then she should have.
Pan to Sat morning at 6 am... a loud buzz goes off for about 10 mins in 891 Penn. Michelle peers through the darkness reads the clock that says 8 am and thinks homecoming, time to get up. Katie blatantly forgets what a clock is and slams it off.
later that morning we are wide-awake and looking at a clock that reads 10 am. we were upset we didnt make it to maloneys as planned. stupid story but it ends up the clock was wrong.
we got to maloneys at 9:30... it was in vain tho because we still didnt getting a fucking tailgate mug.
at maloneys we did drink some beers tho and play darts with kevin for about 3 1/2 hours. pathetic game.
we then went home downed some lean pockets, picked up the kids and went to merediths. we ate eggs, drank kegs, played some flip cup, and enjoyed the scenery en route to black out city. we then decided to leave for the field/ pike parking lot. on the way a few souls were lost in battle ... rip brian c. herman and although still walking and functioning, random grad student rob.
i went with marianna liz and rob to the field while rebecca, michelle, julie, and liz were getting cited by the fuzz for open alcohol in public. cooooollege.
when the cops finally "expedited the situation" and they made it to the field, rebecca was out of the game by default.
i saw various randoms on the field and in the parking lot. in the spirit of childhood, matt and i climbed some slide and bounced around like wee babes.
the day can be characterized by michelle and i frantically trying to find beer/ use tickets, us shouting where the fuck is rebecca, and sloppily walking around the field, the parking lot and bartley, fourth floor.
later we met up with my brothers friends... jeff and some other random kid. said random kid proceeded to hit on both michelle and i, which was disturbing. like dont hit on your friend's 10 years younger little sister.
we took the friends back to our place where i killed them both in their own Nintendo game.. yes, im that cool. then i passed out at 6 pm.
i woke up at 11 pm wondering what happened, what day it was, and i why it was still dark out. so confused. apparently i missed a trip to minellas and anything else that went down in that like 12-hour span.
by that point i wanted to start drinking again but everyone was already dead. i mean everyone.
one picture taken at homecoming.. god we suck.
and our new kitty is soooo cute.. and his names figaro.
Michelle and katie actually made it to fondue at trains, which was amazing. we drank some sick baileys wannabe drink, which was neither amazing nor fortunate because it made us really sick. nonetheless, we went to maloneys (on rebeccas wasted name night) and drank on. It was jackies bday and we all took blowjob shots, which resulted in many slut remarks. matt kahn and michelle had a long moment about sex, virginity, and more random sex. sampson is my friend on the facebook- a fact that was talked about way to long that night. matt was crying because he couldnt find brian higgins, his lova. i made newman really uncomfortable but am still anxiously awaiting day 14. caesar and co (chris with a cat) and i hung out for a long time. i drove home.. probably drunker then i should have.
Big Friday
after a disappointing mall/ dairy queen trip we returned home to actually make it on time to happy hour. but because it was homecoming we had to wait in line for like 45 mins to get in to the bar, which blew. We stood by the bar pounding drinks for the majority of the night.. we hung out with the usuals and many alumni. adam voth of how we missed ye. rebecca really missed chris pilla/ god only knows why. rebecca thinking she could keep up with michelle and i threw up and blacked out by about 9 pm. i also passed out and michelle solely remained. i blacked out for a short half hour at that point and woke up in the line for the onion talking to two random guys who said michelles mouth was too small for their cock... cool, nice pick up line guys. we didnt really know anyone at the onion because there were so many damn alums. the people we did know were blatantly trying to get ass, which was obviously disgusting. michelle drove us home, again probably drunker then she should have.
Pan to Sat morning at 6 am... a loud buzz goes off for about 10 mins in 891 Penn. Michelle peers through the darkness reads the clock that says 8 am and thinks homecoming, time to get up. Katie blatantly forgets what a clock is and slams it off.
later that morning we are wide-awake and looking at a clock that reads 10 am. we were upset we didnt make it to maloneys as planned. stupid story but it ends up the clock was wrong.
we got to maloneys at 9:30... it was in vain tho because we still didnt getting a fucking tailgate mug.
at maloneys we did drink some beers tho and play darts with kevin for about 3 1/2 hours. pathetic game.
we then went home downed some lean pockets, picked up the kids and went to merediths. we ate eggs, drank kegs, played some flip cup, and enjoyed the scenery en route to black out city. we then decided to leave for the field/ pike parking lot. on the way a few souls were lost in battle ... rip brian c. herman and although still walking and functioning, random grad student rob.
i went with marianna liz and rob to the field while rebecca, michelle, julie, and liz were getting cited by the fuzz for open alcohol in public. cooooollege.
when the cops finally "expedited the situation" and they made it to the field, rebecca was out of the game by default.
i saw various randoms on the field and in the parking lot. in the spirit of childhood, matt and i climbed some slide and bounced around like wee babes.
the day can be characterized by michelle and i frantically trying to find beer/ use tickets, us shouting where the fuck is rebecca, and sloppily walking around the field, the parking lot and bartley, fourth floor.
later we met up with my brothers friends... jeff and some other random kid. said random kid proceeded to hit on both michelle and i, which was disturbing. like dont hit on your friend's 10 years younger little sister.
we took the friends back to our place where i killed them both in their own Nintendo game.. yes, im that cool. then i passed out at 6 pm.
i woke up at 11 pm wondering what happened, what day it was, and i why it was still dark out. so confused. apparently i missed a trip to minellas and anything else that went down in that like 12-hour span.
by that point i wanted to start drinking again but everyone was already dead. i mean everyone.
one picture taken at homecoming.. god we suck.
and our new kitty is soooo cute.. and his names figaro.