New Year's Eve
New Years started early for me, as DeJernet's birthday was the 30th. After a long night of drinking [and waking up next to a dumbell (not a person, the actual object)] I awoke at 2 PM. Seidler was up and watching Arrested Development (one of the most under appreciated shows ever). Brett crawled out of bed shortly after only to discover someone had keyed his car. Not cool.
By 4:30 everyone had gotten up and we all wanted food. However, the idea of Burger King was overridden because DeJ wanted breakfast. And to be able to sit and smoke. And drink coffee. Any guesses as to where she wanted to go? If you guessed IHOP, you're right. As we were in South Elgin, the nearest IHOP was in the opposite direction from home. Hence I didn't get home until 7:30-ish. And I had to get ready for Larry's "Nerd Year's Eve" party.
Kiel went and got Matt, then swung by to pick me up. I go out to his truck only to discover that both of them are dressed up [Matt in a suit, and Kiel with a "dress" shirt over his t-shirt (which is as dressed up as Kiel gets)]. So I went back in to change into something other than a pair of jeans.
After some driving to get booze and food we got lost ont he way to Larry's. Which was no fault of ours, as Larry told us to turn onto 1st. First. As in the number before 2. It was 31st. Thirty First! Yeah...
But we got there, and it was rather quiet. A fun night, but in the words of other Matt, "sausage fest". (People actually talk like that sometimes). Matt Russell got pretty trashed over the course of the night, but not until he'd made out with Ivona. I should mention that the whole ride there Matt had been saying, "Anyone who passes out with his shoes on is fair game to be written on. That's the rule". That dumbass set himself up for it.
Matt passed out. On the living room couch. With his shoes on. After making an ass of himself. Now, normally I'd put a stop to such high school level hi-jinx, but Matt had asked for this. So I instigated the writing. Matt had the Venom web shooters (you're a nerd if you know what I'm talking about) on his hands, "Douche McCougar" on his face, the prerequisite penis pointed to his mouth, "Drunky McGee" on his forehead, "I rape children for $" on his other arm, and much more. We ran out of space, so I drew eyes on his eye lids. The best part: The 1st thing I wrote. "You forgot to take your shoes off stupid!". Matt took it in stride, as he admitted he deserved it. He was still drunk when he said this, so we'll see if he's pissed later.
Mark had apparently been in a fight (which is no surprise). If you don't know Mark you'll need some set up. Mark is about 5'4, and 270 pounds. And he can kick almost anyone's ass. Larry refers to him as "Badger", much like Logan is called "Wolverine". Give Mark an adamantium skeleton, a healing factor, and a Canadian accent and he'd BE Wolverine.
Anyway, Mark was at some party when a frat guy decided he was going to show off to his friends/girl by starting shit with Mark. Mark tried to get the guy to stop, but after 2 punches Mark had had enough. The guy went down like a sack of shit. Then idiot number two tried to help his fallen friend. By hitting Mark over the head with an empty beer bottle. This is where most of Mark's injuries came from. That and cutting his knuckles on their teeth. Mark upper cuts the 2nd guy to the floor, then gets set upon by idiot number three. After knocking HIM down, Mark has to deal with idiot number four. Yeah, four guys. And they ended up with at least one broken face bone (whatever the bone under the nose, above the lip is called). Mark had scrathes from the bottle and their nails (they actually tried scratching him). And busted knuckled from driving their teeth further into their gums. The cops were bought off for a mere $165 (or so I'm told).
Mark cleaned himself up when he got home, then Larry and someone picked him up, which is where his night intersected with ours. This was definitely a case of, "you should see the other guy", only with 4 of the idiots having to go to the hospital.
Kiel and I got Matt up and into the car, then headed home. I think I slept from 8 AM to 4 PM. And I thought it was Monday when I woke up. I got all ready for Hero Clix. only to have Larry point out that it was still Sunday. Yeah, I'm a dunce.
I hope everyone else had a good New Year's.
By 4:30 everyone had gotten up and we all wanted food. However, the idea of Burger King was overridden because DeJ wanted breakfast. And to be able to sit and smoke. And drink coffee. Any guesses as to where she wanted to go? If you guessed IHOP, you're right. As we were in South Elgin, the nearest IHOP was in the opposite direction from home. Hence I didn't get home until 7:30-ish. And I had to get ready for Larry's "Nerd Year's Eve" party.
Kiel went and got Matt, then swung by to pick me up. I go out to his truck only to discover that both of them are dressed up [Matt in a suit, and Kiel with a "dress" shirt over his t-shirt (which is as dressed up as Kiel gets)]. So I went back in to change into something other than a pair of jeans.
After some driving to get booze and food we got lost ont he way to Larry's. Which was no fault of ours, as Larry told us to turn onto 1st. First. As in the number before 2. It was 31st. Thirty First! Yeah...
But we got there, and it was rather quiet. A fun night, but in the words of other Matt, "sausage fest". (People actually talk like that sometimes). Matt Russell got pretty trashed over the course of the night, but not until he'd made out with Ivona. I should mention that the whole ride there Matt had been saying, "Anyone who passes out with his shoes on is fair game to be written on. That's the rule". That dumbass set himself up for it.
Matt passed out. On the living room couch. With his shoes on. After making an ass of himself. Now, normally I'd put a stop to such high school level hi-jinx, but Matt had asked for this. So I instigated the writing. Matt had the Venom web shooters (you're a nerd if you know what I'm talking about) on his hands, "Douche McCougar" on his face, the prerequisite penis pointed to his mouth, "Drunky McGee" on his forehead, "I rape children for $" on his other arm, and much more. We ran out of space, so I drew eyes on his eye lids. The best part: The 1st thing I wrote. "You forgot to take your shoes off stupid!". Matt took it in stride, as he admitted he deserved it. He was still drunk when he said this, so we'll see if he's pissed later.
Mark had apparently been in a fight (which is no surprise). If you don't know Mark you'll need some set up. Mark is about 5'4, and 270 pounds. And he can kick almost anyone's ass. Larry refers to him as "Badger", much like Logan is called "Wolverine". Give Mark an adamantium skeleton, a healing factor, and a Canadian accent and he'd BE Wolverine.
Anyway, Mark was at some party when a frat guy decided he was going to show off to his friends/girl by starting shit with Mark. Mark tried to get the guy to stop, but after 2 punches Mark had had enough. The guy went down like a sack of shit. Then idiot number two tried to help his fallen friend. By hitting Mark over the head with an empty beer bottle. This is where most of Mark's injuries came from. That and cutting his knuckles on their teeth. Mark upper cuts the 2nd guy to the floor, then gets set upon by idiot number three. After knocking HIM down, Mark has to deal with idiot number four. Yeah, four guys. And they ended up with at least one broken face bone (whatever the bone under the nose, above the lip is called). Mark had scrathes from the bottle and their nails (they actually tried scratching him). And busted knuckled from driving their teeth further into their gums. The cops were bought off for a mere $165 (or so I'm told).
Mark cleaned himself up when he got home, then Larry and someone picked him up, which is where his night intersected with ours. This was definitely a case of, "you should see the other guy", only with 4 of the idiots having to go to the hospital.
Kiel and I got Matt up and into the car, then headed home. I think I slept from 8 AM to 4 PM. And I thought it was Monday when I woke up. I got all ready for Hero Clix. only to have Larry point out that it was still Sunday. Yeah, I'm a dunce.
I hope everyone else had a good New Year's.