part 2
well i'm sittin around bored so i guess i'll finish up the story.
so saturday morning i wake up in graf's driver's seat with brandi shotgun and i have no clue where the kid is. apparently he made it back to cartere, the original campground somehow. apparently in all my rolling around in the sand the night before i lost the keys to his car, so we had to get picked up and get his spare key, which he luckily was forward thinking enough to bring, plus i was in no shape to drive cus, as usual, i was still drunk in the morning. haha, brooks was found in cartere sitting straight up in a folding chair by a fire passed out with a fifth in between his legs, that kind of sums up ludington i'd say.
so we're trying to figure out where the hell corbin and dave are until finally around 11 30 brandi gets a call from some lady saying she has a message from him and that he's in jail and it will cost 200 to 400 dollars to bail him out. well that pissed me off, first of all cus it's just super shitty and second of all cus i couldn't accomplish my plans of drinking all day. so we run over to the mason county prison and find out we won't be able to get him till 3, which sucks cus we have to sit around worrying about it. so i go watch some games and go back, corbin bails the two of them out with his credit card, and we go to mickey d's cus apparently the jail food didn't fill them up too well. so after that we went and chilled at the beach for a while cus i figured bikini's were probly the best thing for corbin at that point. someone made a floatable beer bong table, it was the most amazing thing i have ever witnessed.
sooooo later we head back to the park and find that these kids from forest hills we knew had already gone through two fifths of jager and they're passed out all over the place. we chill around for a while, have a few drinks, then head back to the beach around 10. i start doin my thang and for some reason it just isn't hitting me even after i'd had a good amount. right then, i realized that i was not going to remember shit, and oh how right i was.
apparently i bought some of dave's captain morgan and made a little drink and about a half hour later i look into my hand and go, "where did i get this drink?" corb also told me that he was chillin by the fire and i start talking to this girl i didn't know and we had a nice little conversation to get to know each other. well apparently about a half hour later we both meet up again at that same spot and have the almost exact conversation cus our memories were so shot. haha i guess i had two chances to make a first impression so hopefully i made the best of it. it appears that i also made a few calls to all you guys, i hope that they brightened up your night. i really don't like blacking out that hardcore, apparently i missed a bunch of girls skinny dipping and a huge fight, plus god knows what other cool stuff. the cops almost struck again, too. one of my friends parked in the campground by the beach and passed out in his car, but they couldn't see him in there cus his windows are tinted. lucky bastard.
so the next morning i wake up back at cartere park, no idea how i got there, and i didn't ask cus i was alive and that's all that mattered. i woke up trashed and decided to drink more five o'clock cus i'm a dumbass. i chased with graham crackers. yup, you heard right, graham crackers. so needless to say i went to watch my friends' game really drunk, like there are things i don't remember from the morning. and i dropped my camera on the concrete twice, so i think it's broke again, which sucks hard.
well then me and graf took the trip back home, listening to eric prydz's call on me on repeat the whole way. it was an amazing weekend, i left a lot of funny stories out cus this thing's already really long, but it was pretty sweet and i'm sick of typing so peace out peeps.
so saturday morning i wake up in graf's driver's seat with brandi shotgun and i have no clue where the kid is. apparently he made it back to cartere, the original campground somehow. apparently in all my rolling around in the sand the night before i lost the keys to his car, so we had to get picked up and get his spare key, which he luckily was forward thinking enough to bring, plus i was in no shape to drive cus, as usual, i was still drunk in the morning. haha, brooks was found in cartere sitting straight up in a folding chair by a fire passed out with a fifth in between his legs, that kind of sums up ludington i'd say.
so we're trying to figure out where the hell corbin and dave are until finally around 11 30 brandi gets a call from some lady saying she has a message from him and that he's in jail and it will cost 200 to 400 dollars to bail him out. well that pissed me off, first of all cus it's just super shitty and second of all cus i couldn't accomplish my plans of drinking all day. so we run over to the mason county prison and find out we won't be able to get him till 3, which sucks cus we have to sit around worrying about it. so i go watch some games and go back, corbin bails the two of them out with his credit card, and we go to mickey d's cus apparently the jail food didn't fill them up too well. so after that we went and chilled at the beach for a while cus i figured bikini's were probly the best thing for corbin at that point. someone made a floatable beer bong table, it was the most amazing thing i have ever witnessed.
sooooo later we head back to the park and find that these kids from forest hills we knew had already gone through two fifths of jager and they're passed out all over the place. we chill around for a while, have a few drinks, then head back to the beach around 10. i start doin my thang and for some reason it just isn't hitting me even after i'd had a good amount. right then, i realized that i was not going to remember shit, and oh how right i was.
apparently i bought some of dave's captain morgan and made a little drink and about a half hour later i look into my hand and go, "where did i get this drink?" corb also told me that he was chillin by the fire and i start talking to this girl i didn't know and we had a nice little conversation to get to know each other. well apparently about a half hour later we both meet up again at that same spot and have the almost exact conversation cus our memories were so shot. haha i guess i had two chances to make a first impression so hopefully i made the best of it. it appears that i also made a few calls to all you guys, i hope that they brightened up your night. i really don't like blacking out that hardcore, apparently i missed a bunch of girls skinny dipping and a huge fight, plus god knows what other cool stuff. the cops almost struck again, too. one of my friends parked in the campground by the beach and passed out in his car, but they couldn't see him in there cus his windows are tinted. lucky bastard.
so the next morning i wake up back at cartere park, no idea how i got there, and i didn't ask cus i was alive and that's all that mattered. i woke up trashed and decided to drink more five o'clock cus i'm a dumbass. i chased with graham crackers. yup, you heard right, graham crackers. so needless to say i went to watch my friends' game really drunk, like there are things i don't remember from the morning. and i dropped my camera on the concrete twice, so i think it's broke again, which sucks hard.
well then me and graf took the trip back home, listening to eric prydz's call on me on repeat the whole way. it was an amazing weekend, i left a lot of funny stories out cus this thing's already really long, but it was pretty sweet and i'm sick of typing so peace out peeps.