Shit...
Wow, Happy New Year. What a crazy night. Hope everyone had a safe, and fun New Year, except for Alex. WHICH APPEARENTLY HE DID GET FUCKED. AHAHAHA. Nah, I'm just kidding, that shit sucks. He got an underage drinking ticket for like $120. That's lame, but anywho, this is a rough timeline of my nights events.
January 1, 2005.
4:30 PM : UnderOath has been sold out. This makes a very sad Dustin and Jesse.
8:00 PM : Jesse and I go to pick up the 5 ladies we invited. "Reflections" by From Autumn To Ashes came on. I was forced to get out in the parking lot of Target and go hardcore style, much to the dismay of all the old people walking outside.
9:30 PM : We arrive at Guy's house, where the party was pretty much underway. We had about 30 people there, 9 bottles, and two cases of beer. I promptly head for the Everclear, gatorade, and red bull. I also grabbed a beer and start drinking.
10:45 PM : I had already seen Jeff Petersons balls over five times. This makes me feel gay, so I leave the room and grab some parot bay and start taking shots.
11:30 PM : I take a shot with Nicole of some kinda "Saphire Bombay Gin". I was barely only a little drunk. Immediatly as it hits my stomach I run outside and puke. This shot tasted SO bad, it made me throw up. Don't ever drink that. Ever. Even if you have the choice between Gasoline, and Saphire Bombay, pick the gasoline, it'll taste better.
12:01 AM : Okay, now I'm really drunk. So drunk, that I forgot to count down the New Years, and missed it. The party is still going strong.
2:00 AM : The party has died down, a lot. Only a few where still awake, and even fewer still drinking. I grab the bottle of Bacardi Lemon and start taking more shots.
4:30 AM : Everyone has passed out that had been drinking. There where only about 10 people awake at this point. I was the sole survivor, the only one left still drinking. I now am shit-housed, so I start making mixed drinks with my awesome ability to do so.
6:00 AM : I am STILL drinking. I can no longer decipher right from wrong, or what I was rambling about most of the time. I now switch to a V8 splash and Parot Bay drink.
7:00 AM: The same ten people or so are awake, and we decide to head to my house so we can get some sleep. I try to finish my drink, but am unable too, as I had already drank enough alcohol to kill small Asian families.
7:15 AM: We reach my house. I imediatly turn on As I Lay Dying, and force Jesse, Jeff Peterson, Chris, and myself outside for a quick, small hardcore pit during 94 hours and Forever. We then proceed inside, watch a Steve-O video, and attempt to sleep.
9: 00 AM: Jesse comes into the room where Kelly and I where sleeping, and has on the funniest face ever as he said "I can't fucking sleep at all dude...I don't know why...So, I'm just going to GO PUMP SOME IRON ROOOAR!! :: Metal horns :: " and he left. Was very funny, or maybe I was just still fucked-in-a-half.
Anywho, that was pretty much my New Years, I can't remember much else, but I do know it was great, and extremely funny, as usual. I am hung over horribly, even now. Appearently drinking for 9 or so hours straight is instant grounds for the worst hang over of my life...Ah well.
My New Years resolution? I'm not drinking anymore. I know I've said this before, but I really want to stop. I am not enjoying the few hours of drunk fun as much as I used to because I know that I will be spending the next 1-2 days hung over. My body is extremely weird, I guess...No matter how much I drink. A little, or a lot, I will get a hang over. Every damn time. So, because of that, I'm not drinking anymore. I mean it this time too.
A suggestion for Alex's New years Resolution : Stop sucking penis, and start liking women with vaginas.
January 1, 2005.
4:30 PM : UnderOath has been sold out. This makes a very sad Dustin and Jesse.
8:00 PM : Jesse and I go to pick up the 5 ladies we invited. "Reflections" by From Autumn To Ashes came on. I was forced to get out in the parking lot of Target and go hardcore style, much to the dismay of all the old people walking outside.
9:30 PM : We arrive at Guy's house, where the party was pretty much underway. We had about 30 people there, 9 bottles, and two cases of beer. I promptly head for the Everclear, gatorade, and red bull. I also grabbed a beer and start drinking.
10:45 PM : I had already seen Jeff Petersons balls over five times. This makes me feel gay, so I leave the room and grab some parot bay and start taking shots.
11:30 PM : I take a shot with Nicole of some kinda "Saphire Bombay Gin". I was barely only a little drunk. Immediatly as it hits my stomach I run outside and puke. This shot tasted SO bad, it made me throw up. Don't ever drink that. Ever. Even if you have the choice between Gasoline, and Saphire Bombay, pick the gasoline, it'll taste better.
12:01 AM : Okay, now I'm really drunk. So drunk, that I forgot to count down the New Years, and missed it. The party is still going strong.
2:00 AM : The party has died down, a lot. Only a few where still awake, and even fewer still drinking. I grab the bottle of Bacardi Lemon and start taking more shots.
4:30 AM : Everyone has passed out that had been drinking. There where only about 10 people awake at this point. I was the sole survivor, the only one left still drinking. I now am shit-housed, so I start making mixed drinks with my awesome ability to do so.
6:00 AM : I am STILL drinking. I can no longer decipher right from wrong, or what I was rambling about most of the time. I now switch to a V8 splash and Parot Bay drink.
7:00 AM: The same ten people or so are awake, and we decide to head to my house so we can get some sleep. I try to finish my drink, but am unable too, as I had already drank enough alcohol to kill small Asian families.
7:15 AM: We reach my house. I imediatly turn on As I Lay Dying, and force Jesse, Jeff Peterson, Chris, and myself outside for a quick, small hardcore pit during 94 hours and Forever. We then proceed inside, watch a Steve-O video, and attempt to sleep.
9: 00 AM: Jesse comes into the room where Kelly and I where sleeping, and has on the funniest face ever as he said "I can't fucking sleep at all dude...I don't know why...So, I'm just going to GO PUMP SOME IRON ROOOAR!! :: Metal horns :: " and he left. Was very funny, or maybe I was just still fucked-in-a-half.
Anywho, that was pretty much my New Years, I can't remember much else, but I do know it was great, and extremely funny, as usual. I am hung over horribly, even now. Appearently drinking for 9 or so hours straight is instant grounds for the worst hang over of my life...Ah well.
My New Years resolution? I'm not drinking anymore. I know I've said this before, but I really want to stop. I am not enjoying the few hours of drunk fun as much as I used to because I know that I will be spending the next 1-2 days hung over. My body is extremely weird, I guess...No matter how much I drink. A little, or a lot, I will get a hang over. Every damn time. So, because of that, I'm not drinking anymore. I mean it this time too.
A suggestion for Alex's New years Resolution : Stop sucking penis, and start liking women with vaginas.