Temporarily Catholic
As most of you know, last thursday was my second favorite Saint's day of remembrance. Ah, good ol' St. Patrick who single-handily drove the snakes out of Ireland. That's pretty impressive, man. I mean, suppose my house became infested with snakes, whoever was able to rid my house of snakes would be a saint, at least in my book. Not only did this guy control arguably the world's nastiest creature he in reference to his death that he wanted to be remembered every year, and his death should be celebrated worldwide not morned, that we should use alcohol to ease our pain and celebrate a joyous occasion of his entering the gate's of heaven. I bet you didnt know that's why it's acceptable to get shit-faced one night of the year.
Alright enough of the history lesson, this St. Patrick's Day was my first to be honored officially. Sure, in the past years I have gotten wasted and stolen condom machines from certain frat pricks, but this year I was legal to bar hop. And let me tell you, to be honest it wasnt much different from normal nights except more people wore green and silly hats. I went out with Carrie, who I havent seen in a long time (not because she is not in a relationship, but because I am a complete douche bag) and Skylar. We decided to stay in town since she had a job interview the next morning and I had classes and neither of us wanted to drive back from EL. The night started out pretty low-key, we did a few "Car Bombs" and I tried the new Bud Select which is my new beer of choice, by the way. I saw a fellow classmate Steve, whom I have known since they served milk after nap time, who is married. This whole thing is really starting to freak me out. I mean it seems like I am getting some sort of sign from God that I need to grow up, but He should know that it's not going to happen anytime soon.
Later that evening, Carrie's boyfriend Rich, one of the few boyfriends I approve of, showed up and we went to the bar across the street. There we played several games of pool, discussed trans fat in the bathroom, and I saw an old substitute teacher/ dj at the local radio station sitting at the bar ogling the girl's as they passed. And on a side note it's true, dj's are only on the radio cause they are too ugly to be seen on tv. Oh! I almost forgot, I had a joyous occasion at the bar when another old classmate passed by and I didnt even recognize her. Once the overly fake slut that she was has become nothing short of overweight and I dont mean she put on a few pounds...she put on a few tons. Such an occasion called for another round of shots.
Finally, as every good night, last call came far too soon, and we were out in the snowy evening staggering to Rich's car. Let me first explain something about Michigan, if anyone is reading this who doesnt understand the weather here, one minute things will be fine and the next moment the temperature has dropped so low birds are frozen to the sidewalk (something I actually witnessed). Anyway, we leave the bar only to find that Rich's locks in the 2 hours we were partying had frozen. Standing in the cold, we were forced to call Carrie's sober and asleep brother to come pick us up. Normally, I probably would have been pretty annoyed at the situation but honestly I found it rather humorous. Needless, to say I crashed at Carrie's and skipped all of my classes the next day.
On a side note, this weekend I will be venturing to Chicago. Something I am very anxious about. I am a bit nervous that if I get too excited it will end up being nothing more than an aggravation like so many other times. But alas, my best friend is now 21 and we intend to celebrate it in style. I am sure I will post soon after the trip to inform all my loyal, 3, readers on the gory details.
Until then...
Happy Easter, Passover, and Festivous re-visited!
Alright enough of the history lesson, this St. Patrick's Day was my first to be honored officially. Sure, in the past years I have gotten wasted and stolen condom machines from certain frat pricks, but this year I was legal to bar hop. And let me tell you, to be honest it wasnt much different from normal nights except more people wore green and silly hats. I went out with Carrie, who I havent seen in a long time (not because she is not in a relationship, but because I am a complete douche bag) and Skylar. We decided to stay in town since she had a job interview the next morning and I had classes and neither of us wanted to drive back from EL. The night started out pretty low-key, we did a few "Car Bombs" and I tried the new Bud Select which is my new beer of choice, by the way. I saw a fellow classmate Steve, whom I have known since they served milk after nap time, who is married. This whole thing is really starting to freak me out. I mean it seems like I am getting some sort of sign from God that I need to grow up, but He should know that it's not going to happen anytime soon.
Later that evening, Carrie's boyfriend Rich, one of the few boyfriends I approve of, showed up and we went to the bar across the street. There we played several games of pool, discussed trans fat in the bathroom, and I saw an old substitute teacher/ dj at the local radio station sitting at the bar ogling the girl's as they passed. And on a side note it's true, dj's are only on the radio cause they are too ugly to be seen on tv. Oh! I almost forgot, I had a joyous occasion at the bar when another old classmate passed by and I didnt even recognize her. Once the overly fake slut that she was has become nothing short of overweight and I dont mean she put on a few pounds...she put on a few tons. Such an occasion called for another round of shots.
Finally, as every good night, last call came far too soon, and we were out in the snowy evening staggering to Rich's car. Let me first explain something about Michigan, if anyone is reading this who doesnt understand the weather here, one minute things will be fine and the next moment the temperature has dropped so low birds are frozen to the sidewalk (something I actually witnessed). Anyway, we leave the bar only to find that Rich's locks in the 2 hours we were partying had frozen. Standing in the cold, we were forced to call Carrie's sober and asleep brother to come pick us up. Normally, I probably would have been pretty annoyed at the situation but honestly I found it rather humorous. Needless, to say I crashed at Carrie's and skipped all of my classes the next day.
On a side note, this weekend I will be venturing to Chicago. Something I am very anxious about. I am a bit nervous that if I get too excited it will end up being nothing more than an aggravation like so many other times. But alas, my best friend is now 21 and we intend to celebrate it in style. I am sure I will post soon after the trip to inform all my loyal, 3, readers on the gory details.
Until then...
Happy Easter, Passover, and Festivous re-visited!