Marc's going-away Maz night
Today's essay on Daily Breadcrumbs is about a bad case of God overreacting.
So, last night many people came out to Maz to wish Marc a "fare you well." Even Chris the DJ got in on the fun as everyone did songs that are typically's Marc's, as a tribute to him. It was one of the better Maz nights I've been to.
I suddenly remembered why I rarely bring my camera out places anymore. To set the stage: I don't take pictures, never have. I think, in the entire course of my life before 2005, I'd taken five rolls of film... combined. So it came as a gigantic shock to me that, when I went to Europe in the summer of 2005, and my dad bought me a new digital camera, I took 1300 pictures in 6 weeks. (Yes, 1300. No typo.) Ever since, when I actually bring my camera out somewhere, I'm a shutterbug.
Well, Ian asked me to bring my camera last night. I did. I now have 106 pictures sitting on my camera, ready to be downloaded when I get home tomorrow. Of those, I'll probably be putting about half up on Facebook tomorrow. Consider yourselves warned.
One more note from Maz: I officially hate Scott and Kyn, at least for the time being. Scott, kind and caring soul that he is, made it is mission to get other people to buy Marc alcohol. Which people did. In abundance. When Kyn came in late, however, Scott told him, "Marc has been saying 'no' all night. You're my last chance!" So Kyn bought Marc a round of shots. And then, somewhat later, when Marc was WAY drunk, he bought him another round of shots.
I believe his comment to my reaction to all this was, "I've never seen Julie so pissed." In all honesty, I was (mostly) only joking about punching him in places that probably shouldn't be punched, but it got the message across. Similarly with Sam: when I had Marc drinking water, because I wanted to get him back to his place WITHOUT passing out, Sam mockingly made to exchange Marc's water glass with Sam's beer glass. My comment to Sam: "Understand how this is going to work: if you switch those glasses, the next thing you will experience will be you, writhing on the floor in pain. Do we understand each other?" We did. Ian chimed in, "Dude, she could beat us BOTH up." Sam, quite wisely, didn't switch the glasses.
Long story short: I got Marc home. He's fine. He's packing now. I'm using his roommie's computer and should probably get back to him. TTFN!
So, last night many people came out to Maz to wish Marc a "fare you well." Even Chris the DJ got in on the fun as everyone did songs that are typically's Marc's, as a tribute to him. It was one of the better Maz nights I've been to.
I suddenly remembered why I rarely bring my camera out places anymore. To set the stage: I don't take pictures, never have. I think, in the entire course of my life before 2005, I'd taken five rolls of film... combined. So it came as a gigantic shock to me that, when I went to Europe in the summer of 2005, and my dad bought me a new digital camera, I took 1300 pictures in 6 weeks. (Yes, 1300. No typo.) Ever since, when I actually bring my camera out somewhere, I'm a shutterbug.
Well, Ian asked me to bring my camera last night. I did. I now have 106 pictures sitting on my camera, ready to be downloaded when I get home tomorrow. Of those, I'll probably be putting about half up on Facebook tomorrow. Consider yourselves warned.
One more note from Maz: I officially hate Scott and Kyn, at least for the time being. Scott, kind and caring soul that he is, made it is mission to get other people to buy Marc alcohol. Which people did. In abundance. When Kyn came in late, however, Scott told him, "Marc has been saying 'no' all night. You're my last chance!" So Kyn bought Marc a round of shots. And then, somewhat later, when Marc was WAY drunk, he bought him another round of shots.
I believe his comment to my reaction to all this was, "I've never seen Julie so pissed." In all honesty, I was (mostly) only joking about punching him in places that probably shouldn't be punched, but it got the message across. Similarly with Sam: when I had Marc drinking water, because I wanted to get him back to his place WITHOUT passing out, Sam mockingly made to exchange Marc's water glass with Sam's beer glass. My comment to Sam: "Understand how this is going to work: if you switch those glasses, the next thing you will experience will be you, writhing on the floor in pain. Do we understand each other?" We did. Ian chimed in, "Dude, she could beat us BOTH up." Sam, quite wisely, didn't switch the glasses.
Long story short: I got Marc home. He's fine. He's packing now. I'm using his roommie's computer and should probably get back to him. TTFN!