I WAS BORN A UNICORN!
mayne, what a weekend. mardi gras, i cant tell you guys, it is just the most fun you can ever have. seriously, i had a blast and a half, and it was just fly by the seat of your pants shit on your shoes awesome. we showed up at chris house, met all his friends, and then hit bourbon street with the conviction of seven arabian princesses. it was insanity. the alcohol poured from buildings like so many alcoholic fountains, beads were projectiles wizzing by my already buzzing head, and then, thats when it got tite. me and bryan started talking mad shit to everyone, including cops, just having a balls. my friend got punched, my other friends almost got arrested cause they went down a side street to smoke, and uh, one of the girls we were with got viscously groped. actually, we all got viscously groped, so whatev. there are three things you cant do, which is pee in the street, throw up in the street, and show your balls in the street. i did two of those three things. and one of em wasnt throwing up. which is surprising, considering how much i drank. if i got thirsty, id just buy another "huge ass beer". we caught a cab home, and played beer pong till we passed out.
the next day, was the longest day of my life, now that i try to piece it together. we woke up, tried to walk to a parade, talked shit the whole way. bryan bought a bottle of vodka, which me and him consumed the whole way. everytime we walked by a kid, wed yell that kid is drunk! parents did not think it was as funny as we did. some of the girls we were with crapped out, but me and bry bry kept on truckin. we ended up at the parade, and ran into a group of chicks. one of them started talkin shit about texas, so i stole her beer and drank it. its funny cause we ran into her later in the night, and she tried to make out with me. i politely declined. but uh, after the parade we bought chicken nuggets, and bryan was talkin crap about how great they were to these guys. right after that he turned around and bumped into me, spilling them everywhere. it was hilarious. we them hit up bourbon street again, where i saw copious amounts of breasts, danced with black people, and actually feared for my life at one point. bryan came back with a hurricane, and in my jealousy i crushed it. it got all over me. so i bought him more, we both got trashed, and danced with more black people.
theres a bunch more that happened, but its all a little fuzzy.
on another note, hey guys. i need a new job. any ideas? know of any place hiring?
the next day, was the longest day of my life, now that i try to piece it together. we woke up, tried to walk to a parade, talked shit the whole way. bryan bought a bottle of vodka, which me and him consumed the whole way. everytime we walked by a kid, wed yell that kid is drunk! parents did not think it was as funny as we did. some of the girls we were with crapped out, but me and bry bry kept on truckin. we ended up at the parade, and ran into a group of chicks. one of them started talkin shit about texas, so i stole her beer and drank it. its funny cause we ran into her later in the night, and she tried to make out with me. i politely declined. but uh, after the parade we bought chicken nuggets, and bryan was talkin crap about how great they were to these guys. right after that he turned around and bumped into me, spilling them everywhere. it was hilarious. we them hit up bourbon street again, where i saw copious amounts of breasts, danced with black people, and actually feared for my life at one point. bryan came back with a hurricane, and in my jealousy i crushed it. it got all over me. so i bought him more, we both got trashed, and danced with more black people.
theres a bunch more that happened, but its all a little fuzzy.
on another note, hey guys. i need a new job. any ideas? know of any place hiring?