Tamaqua's Finest
Block party fever.
Although my hate for skook-townies is often as large as my hate for homosexuals, i had a pretty good time last night. Shelly ihopeicryy came back from our nation's garbage pail to be my date for the night. Everyone that didn't know me figured I was her date.....and many others thought I was Matt Thompson. I'm not emo enough for the former....but I'm told the latter was a compliment. For the first time I was able to be a real skook and do my drinking in the middle of a crowded street, cup of lager in hand. You haven't lived, my friend, until you pay for your drink with four twenty-five cent coupons. It reminded me of going on a ride at Knobels, but with alcohol. This brings me to
Thing I don't like about being home No. 34 - Unlike State College, when you drink....transportation is needed to cart your drunk ass home. I'm not a big fan of having to contemplate if i'd had too much to drive.
But anyway, after the block party winded down we headed to a bar in town. There must have been 15 kids from my class there....it was hard to get a handle on. I must have missed out on a lot of bonding. When I graduated, i remember a lot of bad vibes between almost everyone....but last night everyone was gellin' like a felon. Maybe it was all water under the bridge.....maybe it was the cheap mixed drink prices. I'm not one to decide.
Here's a few pics:
And a video of Jayme and Shelly humpdancing to bananas.
The night was punctuated by michelle arguing with boys, jayme expressing her sex drive and shilko yelling my screenname and website out loud.
I also told jayme that she's on my top five "if i wanted pussay" list.
that may have been a bad decision.
--file this under "things i'll have to answer to in the future"
Although my hate for skook-townies is often as large as my hate for homosexuals, i had a pretty good time last night. Shelly ihopeicryy came back from our nation's garbage pail to be my date for the night. Everyone that didn't know me figured I was her date.....and many others thought I was Matt Thompson. I'm not emo enough for the former....but I'm told the latter was a compliment. For the first time I was able to be a real skook and do my drinking in the middle of a crowded street, cup of lager in hand. You haven't lived, my friend, until you pay for your drink with four twenty-five cent coupons. It reminded me of going on a ride at Knobels, but with alcohol. This brings me to
Thing I don't like about being home No. 34 - Unlike State College, when you drink....transportation is needed to cart your drunk ass home. I'm not a big fan of having to contemplate if i'd had too much to drive.
But anyway, after the block party winded down we headed to a bar in town. There must have been 15 kids from my class there....it was hard to get a handle on. I must have missed out on a lot of bonding. When I graduated, i remember a lot of bad vibes between almost everyone....but last night everyone was gellin' like a felon. Maybe it was all water under the bridge.....maybe it was the cheap mixed drink prices. I'm not one to decide.
Here's a few pics:
And a video of Jayme and Shelly humpdancing to bananas.
The night was punctuated by michelle arguing with boys, jayme expressing her sex drive and shilko yelling my screenname and website out loud.
I also told jayme that she's on my top five "if i wanted pussay" list.
that may have been a bad decision.
--file this under "things i'll have to answer to in the future"