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Hmmmm whats today? hmmm tuesday already eh?
Well this weekend was just some ridiculous partying. ridiculous.
Friday I cannot recall at all. Maybe will come back to me. Sat Went with girl to Hammersly's Bistro for first time, its some fancy place downtown with delicious chicken. Now normally I am not one to get all excited about chicken, but this was some fine chicken. I actually ordered beef, but the girl knew better and got chicken. I cannot emphasize enough that this was some ordinary chicken because it was not, for starters the chicken is $38, but its not the price, its the taste. So being a good mommas boy I get mom on the horn and order her a chicken to take home. Hows that for romantic? (Maybe that not what u are supposed to do on a date, but I moved here for Mom so I am trying to do as much with her as possible) So after a bottle of wine and dropping the chicken off I thought, well the night is young its only ten, its time for ..... FOXWOODS!! So the phone call goes out to Nick, hey bro, its time for foxwoods. Hes in a bar so I roll over to have a drink and pick him up. The drink turned into a couple drinks and then there was no going to foxwoods. So we left that bar, went to another, got pretty drunk. picked up some trophies and went to my brothers house. The girl was dead to the world at this point, but I was full of vigor and vim, was only 130am. Then emerged from my bro a ruthlessness I have never seen. He dumps the girl in his bed at his house and is like ok lets go party. It was cold and I was caught between admiration and horror. Admiration won out and we went partyin.
fast forward seven hours, we get back to my brothers place at about 830Am I am literally carrying the poor dude home. I think it was the shots that killed everyone, I refrained and held it together fairly well. We get back to my bros place and the girl is still sleepin, eventually she gets up and wants to go home. Now here comes the horrible part. She says I forgot my purse so I go in and get it, my poor bro is standing in his room looking confused and says hmmm it smells funny and where are my sheets? Being a distant relation of Sherlock Holmes I realized oh crap she puked. So I came back out to the car and was like oh you left a present and she was dying and was like uhhh yeah lets go. My brother calls me 15 min later very upset and says I found the sheets behind the door, but where else did she puke I can't get rid of the smell. poor guy.
in other news....
well its tuesday and I wonder what happened to sunday and monday.
i have grown a goatee.
I recall friday, I went to brothers gf's place of work to get pictures taken of damage to my new car. While there the car dies which is awful, cause mom was too slow getting ready so i left her at home, had to eat crow and ask her to pick me up with a jump. Went to sears and bought new battery.
k this is long enough for now....
Well this weekend was just some ridiculous partying. ridiculous.
Friday I cannot recall at all. Maybe will come back to me. Sat Went with girl to Hammersly's Bistro for first time, its some fancy place downtown with delicious chicken. Now normally I am not one to get all excited about chicken, but this was some fine chicken. I actually ordered beef, but the girl knew better and got chicken. I cannot emphasize enough that this was some ordinary chicken because it was not, for starters the chicken is $38, but its not the price, its the taste. So being a good mommas boy I get mom on the horn and order her a chicken to take home. Hows that for romantic? (Maybe that not what u are supposed to do on a date, but I moved here for Mom so I am trying to do as much with her as possible) So after a bottle of wine and dropping the chicken off I thought, well the night is young its only ten, its time for ..... FOXWOODS!! So the phone call goes out to Nick, hey bro, its time for foxwoods. Hes in a bar so I roll over to have a drink and pick him up. The drink turned into a couple drinks and then there was no going to foxwoods. So we left that bar, went to another, got pretty drunk. picked up some trophies and went to my brothers house. The girl was dead to the world at this point, but I was full of vigor and vim, was only 130am. Then emerged from my bro a ruthlessness I have never seen. He dumps the girl in his bed at his house and is like ok lets go party. It was cold and I was caught between admiration and horror. Admiration won out and we went partyin.
fast forward seven hours, we get back to my brothers place at about 830Am I am literally carrying the poor dude home. I think it was the shots that killed everyone, I refrained and held it together fairly well. We get back to my bros place and the girl is still sleepin, eventually she gets up and wants to go home. Now here comes the horrible part. She says I forgot my purse so I go in and get it, my poor bro is standing in his room looking confused and says hmmm it smells funny and where are my sheets? Being a distant relation of Sherlock Holmes I realized oh crap she puked. So I came back out to the car and was like oh you left a present and she was dying and was like uhhh yeah lets go. My brother calls me 15 min later very upset and says I found the sheets behind the door, but where else did she puke I can't get rid of the smell. poor guy.
in other news....
well its tuesday and I wonder what happened to sunday and monday.
i have grown a goatee.
I recall friday, I went to brothers gf's place of work to get pictures taken of damage to my new car. While there the car dies which is awful, cause mom was too slow getting ready so i left her at home, had to eat crow and ask her to pick me up with a jump. Went to sears and bought new battery.
k this is long enough for now....