July the fourth.
I have seen very little of Jenn over the last two days, and it feels like I almost have not seen her at all.
The Drink
I went in to work at twelve forty five and Jeff was already there. Also, there were forty five carts waiting to be put away; since no one had done anything all morning. After two hours and one storm warning I manage to put them all away(with marginal help from Jimmy). I then go next door and read for an hour before I realize that the golf course is completely void of customers, and then we enter the second storm warning. So, I do all of my shit and leave by three thirty. Bud and Simpson come to get me and then the day truly begins.
After a few hours of messing around the drinking begins, and we start off with two Jager bombs. I then sip on a hawaiin punch/boone's farm mixture for a bit and chase that with a quarter bottle of warm boone's farm/apple schnapps mix; at which point I feel ill for a couple of hours. During which time, I have a final Jager bomb and a shot of Cuervo. After I began to feel better I had another shot of Cuervo and finished the night off with a bottle of Boon's farm.
Hayes
Josh had a ridiculous amount to drink. If I had to venture a guess I would say at least thirty bottles of beer, four Jager bombs, and two and a half bottles of boones farm. At around tenish(maybe), Josh got the idea to set off firecrackers in his pants pockets; and then he proceeded to blow up all four pockets while screaming and running around wildly. After two failed attempts to set one off in his ass crack he sat down and ate a watermelon with his hands. He finished the melon and set it upon his head, inorder to do his best chiquita banana women impression. It failed miserably and the melon fell off of his head and broke in two. He then proceeded to put a half of the melon on his head and ran around screaming, "CHUNK!" and "BABY RUTH!" After all of this, he was more or less calm for the reminder of the night... minus displaying his balls for a good two minutes or so.
The Evening
For the most part was fairly lack luster. Jenn showed up after twelve and she chilled for a bit. We talked to Jabe for the most part, which really served to remind me as to why I love talking to Jabe. Schwartz was insanely giggly once Jenn arrived, so he laid on the couch and just laughed for two hours. It was also fucking wicked good to see Bud again, and it is always nice to see the Simpson abode.
That was my fourth. Hope yours was enjoyable as well.
The Drink
I went in to work at twelve forty five and Jeff was already there. Also, there were forty five carts waiting to be put away; since no one had done anything all morning. After two hours and one storm warning I manage to put them all away(with marginal help from Jimmy). I then go next door and read for an hour before I realize that the golf course is completely void of customers, and then we enter the second storm warning. So, I do all of my shit and leave by three thirty. Bud and Simpson come to get me and then the day truly begins.
After a few hours of messing around the drinking begins, and we start off with two Jager bombs. I then sip on a hawaiin punch/boone's farm mixture for a bit and chase that with a quarter bottle of warm boone's farm/apple schnapps mix; at which point I feel ill for a couple of hours. During which time, I have a final Jager bomb and a shot of Cuervo. After I began to feel better I had another shot of Cuervo and finished the night off with a bottle of Boon's farm.
Hayes
Josh had a ridiculous amount to drink. If I had to venture a guess I would say at least thirty bottles of beer, four Jager bombs, and two and a half bottles of boones farm. At around tenish(maybe), Josh got the idea to set off firecrackers in his pants pockets; and then he proceeded to blow up all four pockets while screaming and running around wildly. After two failed attempts to set one off in his ass crack he sat down and ate a watermelon with his hands. He finished the melon and set it upon his head, inorder to do his best chiquita banana women impression. It failed miserably and the melon fell off of his head and broke in two. He then proceeded to put a half of the melon on his head and ran around screaming, "CHUNK!" and "BABY RUTH!" After all of this, he was more or less calm for the reminder of the night... minus displaying his balls for a good two minutes or so.
The Evening
For the most part was fairly lack luster. Jenn showed up after twelve and she chilled for a bit. We talked to Jabe for the most part, which really served to remind me as to why I love talking to Jabe. Schwartz was insanely giggly once Jenn arrived, so he laid on the couch and just laughed for two hours. It was also fucking wicked good to see Bud again, and it is always nice to see the Simpson abode.
That was my fourth. Hope yours was enjoyable as well.