New Year's + DotA + School
New Years went as follows:
-Wake up late. Be lazy. No plans for the night.
-Andrew calls. Natalie wants people to go to Halifax for supper. No reservations.
-Decide on TGI-Fridays, in the casino. They don't take reservations. Plan is to go there, get the beeper (for when our table is ready), and gamble in the meantime.
-We gamble. I almost lose $5, then get it back again on the very last attempt, with only using one line on the slots (VLT, ie last credit of 100). Ridiculous luck.
-I try the same game again on a different machine. It goes into a bonus round with free spins. I get a billion free spins. I get lots of credits. I take my money and run.
-Turned $5 into 23.10 or something.
-Wait eons for supper.
-Eat supper. Was good.
-Go back to my place. This is when things get REAL Beaver Bank-like.
My house:
-Dad took the slugs out of a bunch of shotgun shells, so it was nothing left but the firing cap and some gunpowder. We all took turns firing off the shotgun out my back door on the deck.
-Andrew mixes up some drinks.
-I drink.
-Dad gives everyone free drinks.
-I drink (he mixed me a pretty hard rum and coke. I manage to drink it without any problems.)
-We play poker. I'm totally apathetic and play awfully (ie, no strats)
-We play Mario Tennis.
-We go to play some Mario Party. Game is cut short, Michael is sick. Real sick.
-We just laze around and listen to Ryan play guitar instead.
-Andrew shows off his PSP. He's playing Valkerie Profile (a game for the Playstation 1), a game which brings back a lot of memories for me, despite having never actually played it myself.
All in all, a good night. Wasn't sick at any point, that night or the day after. Which is stellar.
Also, I still didn't end up drinking any of my vodka, because dad was giving away all his. Honestly, I bought that bottle wayyyyy before summer, and I've maybe had one drink out of it. I'm pretty much an alcoholic.
In other news, Michael and I played DotA last night, and WRECKED. Seriously, I've had so many good games. I was 18-5 or something with the Lich last night, and something also ridiculous with PotM. Also, when playing Spectre, it was something equally as ridic as 18-5. Not those numbers, but same idea.
Hope it keeps up.
Speaking of things that are gonna suck, SCHOOL.
I go back tomorrow. Not looking forward.Whatevs.
I need to do something. ANYTHING. Last day before I'm tied down again with this school bullllllllllllllllllllshit.
Later.
-Wake up late. Be lazy. No plans for the night.
-Andrew calls. Natalie wants people to go to Halifax for supper. No reservations.
-Decide on TGI-Fridays, in the casino. They don't take reservations. Plan is to go there, get the beeper (for when our table is ready), and gamble in the meantime.
-We gamble. I almost lose $5, then get it back again on the very last attempt, with only using one line on the slots (VLT, ie last credit of 100). Ridiculous luck.
-I try the same game again on a different machine. It goes into a bonus round with free spins. I get a billion free spins. I get lots of credits. I take my money and run.
-Turned $5 into 23.10 or something.
-Wait eons for supper.
-Eat supper. Was good.
-Go back to my place. This is when things get REAL Beaver Bank-like.
My house:
-Dad took the slugs out of a bunch of shotgun shells, so it was nothing left but the firing cap and some gunpowder. We all took turns firing off the shotgun out my back door on the deck.
-Andrew mixes up some drinks.
-I drink.
-Dad gives everyone free drinks.
-I drink (he mixed me a pretty hard rum and coke. I manage to drink it without any problems.)
-We play poker. I'm totally apathetic and play awfully (ie, no strats)
-We play Mario Tennis.
-We go to play some Mario Party. Game is cut short, Michael is sick. Real sick.
-We just laze around and listen to Ryan play guitar instead.
-Andrew shows off his PSP. He's playing Valkerie Profile (a game for the Playstation 1), a game which brings back a lot of memories for me, despite having never actually played it myself.
All in all, a good night. Wasn't sick at any point, that night or the day after. Which is stellar.
Also, I still didn't end up drinking any of my vodka, because dad was giving away all his. Honestly, I bought that bottle wayyyyy before summer, and I've maybe had one drink out of it. I'm pretty much an alcoholic.
In other news, Michael and I played DotA last night, and WRECKED. Seriously, I've had so many good games. I was 18-5 or something with the Lich last night, and something also ridiculous with PotM. Also, when playing Spectre, it was something equally as ridic as 18-5. Not those numbers, but same idea.
Hope it keeps up.
Speaking of things that are gonna suck, SCHOOL.
I go back tomorrow. Not looking forward.Whatevs.
I need to do something. ANYTHING. Last day before I'm tied down again with this school bullllllllllllllllllllshit.
Later.