Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright.
Woo. So this weekend was the ol' birthday weekend. Hooray turning 21 on a Saturday, right? Friday night Heather rolled in, when no one was home, naturally. Tim and I had gone looking for what we wanted for the weekend and to Target to pick up some things since I was to host Lisa and Heather this weekend.
Luckily Heather and I wound up getting to CL about the same time so no time was really lost. That night Heather was here, Matt and Steve had left for Tampa to celebrate their Dad's 50th (woo! Happy Birthday to him), Tim and I were hanging out as we always do, Chris stayed around and Julez managed a visit, then after 11 Victor showed up since he was finally off work. Around midnight I wanted some beer so we went and picked some up and the night turned out to be a lot of fun. Unexpected, unplanned, good times with a dash of table dance off! Was friggin awesome.
Saturday rolls around and it's my birthday, everyone from Friday night (minus Julez) gets together to go to Bennigan's and dinner is had. Then we gather some liquor for the night and return to the abode. People start showing up, Caitlin was actually, I'm pretty sure, the first guest that didn't go to dinner with us to show. Her and I got to talk and resolve some miscommunication and finger pointing that had resulted in us not speaking to one another and basically breaking up the ol' gang. Some people were still upset that she was there which is horse shit since I asked everyone if they cared if she was there, and since she was on her best behavior that night. She didn't even do the attention whore gig she sometimes pulls. Whatever, let stupid little things ruin their night, I still had a lot of fun. A lot of pingpong and darts were played. Thanks to Eric, Lucas, Julie, Zara and Nick for being guest stars in Saturday night. They really need to be more regulars on 'Da 'Iladelph hour. Turns out Lisa's cat got one of those 24 hour bugs and she couldn't make it down, whatever, means I didn't have to sleep on the floor. I'd like to offer a big Fuck off to those of you who stood us up. (Except Brent, Megan and Caley, celebrations shall be had over Spring Break. Oh, and I can't be mad at Shay, especially since I really only invited her once, in passing and late.) So yeah that was Saturday, except mix in a dash of Julez crazy drunk and hitting on Heather, hooray for them getting along, who knew they'd get along as well as they did. Gotta give Chris credit on this one though, Julez is def. a cool girl, coolest he's brought around me anyway.
Sunday consisted with the usual suspects all going to Super China Buffet and then Tim and I going to pick up Matt and Steve at exit 225 where they had rear-ended someone, totalled their car, and fucked Matt's ankle and Steve's neck / shoulder area. Four hours on the interstate watching traffic go by, shitting my pants, wondering where the tow is, finding out our tow needed a tow, a thousand stars, a touch of cold, promises of cake, half of anchorman and an episode of Earl later and we were home. Then Chris Steve and Matt all got to go to the ER to find out what was up with them. Thankfully they weren't hurt badly... as far as like broken bones are concerned, they get vicadin and Matt's laid up. Steve seems alright, but nothing can kill the Moose, so that's half expected.
Now it's Monday, no 8 am class today for some reason, Spanish was fun, and Heather's gone home. Fixing to go to Burger King and then back here for studying and bed.
Mad props to everyone who called / wrote on my FB wall / wished me a happy birthday, and even more thanks to those of you who showed up for Saturday night. Now I shall go back into LJ reclusion only to return in a month with a meaningless post. Adieu.
Luckily Heather and I wound up getting to CL about the same time so no time was really lost. That night Heather was here, Matt and Steve had left for Tampa to celebrate their Dad's 50th (woo! Happy Birthday to him), Tim and I were hanging out as we always do, Chris stayed around and Julez managed a visit, then after 11 Victor showed up since he was finally off work. Around midnight I wanted some beer so we went and picked some up and the night turned out to be a lot of fun. Unexpected, unplanned, good times with a dash of table dance off! Was friggin awesome.
Saturday rolls around and it's my birthday, everyone from Friday night (minus Julez) gets together to go to Bennigan's and dinner is had. Then we gather some liquor for the night and return to the abode. People start showing up, Caitlin was actually, I'm pretty sure, the first guest that didn't go to dinner with us to show. Her and I got to talk and resolve some miscommunication and finger pointing that had resulted in us not speaking to one another and basically breaking up the ol' gang. Some people were still upset that she was there which is horse shit since I asked everyone if they cared if she was there, and since she was on her best behavior that night. She didn't even do the attention whore gig she sometimes pulls. Whatever, let stupid little things ruin their night, I still had a lot of fun. A lot of pingpong and darts were played. Thanks to Eric, Lucas, Julie, Zara and Nick for being guest stars in Saturday night. They really need to be more regulars on 'Da 'Iladelph hour. Turns out Lisa's cat got one of those 24 hour bugs and she couldn't make it down, whatever, means I didn't have to sleep on the floor. I'd like to offer a big Fuck off to those of you who stood us up. (Except Brent, Megan and Caley, celebrations shall be had over Spring Break. Oh, and I can't be mad at Shay, especially since I really only invited her once, in passing and late.) So yeah that was Saturday, except mix in a dash of Julez crazy drunk and hitting on Heather, hooray for them getting along, who knew they'd get along as well as they did. Gotta give Chris credit on this one though, Julez is def. a cool girl, coolest he's brought around me anyway.
Sunday consisted with the usual suspects all going to Super China Buffet and then Tim and I going to pick up Matt and Steve at exit 225 where they had rear-ended someone, totalled their car, and fucked Matt's ankle and Steve's neck / shoulder area. Four hours on the interstate watching traffic go by, shitting my pants, wondering where the tow is, finding out our tow needed a tow, a thousand stars, a touch of cold, promises of cake, half of anchorman and an episode of Earl later and we were home. Then Chris Steve and Matt all got to go to the ER to find out what was up with them. Thankfully they weren't hurt badly... as far as like broken bones are concerned, they get vicadin and Matt's laid up. Steve seems alright, but nothing can kill the Moose, so that's half expected.
Now it's Monday, no 8 am class today for some reason, Spanish was fun, and Heather's gone home. Fixing to go to Burger King and then back here for studying and bed.
Mad props to everyone who called / wrote on my FB wall / wished me a happy birthday, and even more thanks to those of you who showed up for Saturday night. Now I shall go back into LJ reclusion only to return in a month with a meaningless post. Adieu.