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"you know, you can fuck someone's girlfriend, you can cheat...you know shit like that but you can't take someone's beer."
-adam crandell in response to gothic kids that apparently stole his and brett's beer, in all his drunken glory.
well i had a long holiday weekend and oh boy did i take advantage. friday, after a REALLY long drive that involved talking to a gas station worker with a mullet and a lisp, i made it to legendary buckley, michigan. yup, all the stories are true. the streets are paved with gold, the beer flows like wine and the women flock like the salmon of capistrano. we ate at a cute little podunk restaurant, hot tubbed and got shitfaced. adam may have set a new record for passing out, quite the achievement.
the next day me and adam continued our journey up north and went to petoskey. we did a little shopping which was cute, even tho it didn't involve buying anything cus we are all cheap, then had an even cuter dinner. tell you what, the killips know how to grill a burger. i'd also like to compliment meg on her flurrie making skills. we then proceeded to camp, and like meagan already stated, the dnr tried to rain on our parade. but of course we made it scott free with no serious legal troubles and proceeded to get absolutely hammered. as soon as the fucker left i chugged three cups of jungle juice. after that everything's a little hazy, but many drunk dials were made and pants were set on fire. i woke up still wasted, yeah not that wierd morning after drunk but wasted, and ate a lot of food at burger king in hopes of sobering up. went to the beach for a little while after that, proudly displaying my tan lines i got at cedar point, then made the trip back home. i made it home in a little more than 2 1/2 hours, i was pretty proud of that achievement.
finally back in the rock, i went on to watch some fireworks at my friends' lake, then went to a gathering at another friends. i wasn't as much in the drinking mood as i was in the sleeping mood so i took it easy. it's weird how hard it is to drink three nights in a row when you're not in east lansing. i hung out and had a few brews until everyone else there started to get too drunk for me to be around, which involved screaming profanities about each others moms. so i got a solid 10 hours of sleep and was ready for the 4th. but...the weather sucked. so i just went and chilled at my buddy's. watched devil's advocate, holy shit what a kickass movie, al pacino is a god. then die hard came on, even better. we were trying to figure out a movie that bruce willis has made that sucked and we couldn't think of one, any ideas? that night watched fireworks on silver lake on my friends boat. we had 13 people on that thing, i was a little nervous. then we kind of drifted really close to the fireworks, they were like on top of us. no one died tho so it all worked out.
well i guess that's plenty for you to know right now. i'm off to go to another party, thinking about finishing the tequila i got in ohio a couple weeks ago. oh and in five days me and carly are gonna be neighbors. seriously, the cottage is like a five minute walk from her house. y'all better come visit!
-adam crandell in response to gothic kids that apparently stole his and brett's beer, in all his drunken glory.
well i had a long holiday weekend and oh boy did i take advantage. friday, after a REALLY long drive that involved talking to a gas station worker with a mullet and a lisp, i made it to legendary buckley, michigan. yup, all the stories are true. the streets are paved with gold, the beer flows like wine and the women flock like the salmon of capistrano. we ate at a cute little podunk restaurant, hot tubbed and got shitfaced. adam may have set a new record for passing out, quite the achievement.
the next day me and adam continued our journey up north and went to petoskey. we did a little shopping which was cute, even tho it didn't involve buying anything cus we are all cheap, then had an even cuter dinner. tell you what, the killips know how to grill a burger. i'd also like to compliment meg on her flurrie making skills. we then proceeded to camp, and like meagan already stated, the dnr tried to rain on our parade. but of course we made it scott free with no serious legal troubles and proceeded to get absolutely hammered. as soon as the fucker left i chugged three cups of jungle juice. after that everything's a little hazy, but many drunk dials were made and pants were set on fire. i woke up still wasted, yeah not that wierd morning after drunk but wasted, and ate a lot of food at burger king in hopes of sobering up. went to the beach for a little while after that, proudly displaying my tan lines i got at cedar point, then made the trip back home. i made it home in a little more than 2 1/2 hours, i was pretty proud of that achievement.
finally back in the rock, i went on to watch some fireworks at my friends' lake, then went to a gathering at another friends. i wasn't as much in the drinking mood as i was in the sleeping mood so i took it easy. it's weird how hard it is to drink three nights in a row when you're not in east lansing. i hung out and had a few brews until everyone else there started to get too drunk for me to be around, which involved screaming profanities about each others moms. so i got a solid 10 hours of sleep and was ready for the 4th. but...the weather sucked. so i just went and chilled at my buddy's. watched devil's advocate, holy shit what a kickass movie, al pacino is a god. then die hard came on, even better. we were trying to figure out a movie that bruce willis has made that sucked and we couldn't think of one, any ideas? that night watched fireworks on silver lake on my friends boat. we had 13 people on that thing, i was a little nervous. then we kind of drifted really close to the fireworks, they were like on top of us. no one died tho so it all worked out.
well i guess that's plenty for you to know right now. i'm off to go to another party, thinking about finishing the tequila i got in ohio a couple weeks ago. oh and in five days me and carly are gonna be neighbors. seriously, the cottage is like a five minute walk from her house. y'all better come visit!