I'm still in the middle of processing everything that happened this past week and haven't had the chance to update y'all with the story, event, er... whatever you wanna call it
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Finally, a response...voodoobasstardJuly 15 2010, 01:53:13 UTC
There are certain things a person should not over-indulge... and EVERCLEAR is in that category.
So here's a short-version of what happened and I'll see about putting full detailed story up later since I'm trying to get back into LJ-ing again.
Short version: Went out with a few close friends (five to be exact) and ended up at a houseparty/birthday party at my "honorary brother's apartments (add-on bro). We got their with enough liquor to share - but nobody wanted any. lol.
Anyways, so we're at the party and eventually started getting people to take shots, chug drinks with me and two of my friends. After awhile, everyone was drunk and my friend (the guy's apartment we were at) had to excuse himself from the party and take care of his boyfriend cuz he was redecorating the bedroom walls with his puke.
That was the end of that party, so we head out to hit the clubs. By the time we did so, we were pretty fucking buzzed/drunk (right in that gray area where you know you're almost gone, but think you can still handle more, ya know?), but we didn't wanna stop drinking! So when we got to the first club, we hit the bar good and hard cuz we didn't wanna have to get back in line again.
So after everyone had their drinks we hit the dance floor. I was having a blast until someone said they wanted to leave and suggested hitting up another club.
I was so into that suggestion that I grabbed my friends, piled into one car and hit the next club.
At the next club, I started acting very... well... DRUNK. We made our way into the club and hit the bar again - by this time whatever we had left of the Everclear bottle was gone and done.
Again, someone suggested going back to the first club since the music and dancing was WAY better over there. So again, we piled into the car and left.
Cut to: I wake up in jail... cuz I was being a belligerent drunk; started shit-talking to the jailer and saying he was not a "real cop"; provoked the "REAL Cop with the nightstick and gun"; threatened to kick a man sleeping on the floor until his head was bashed in and his blood on the wall; yelled about how my rights were violated and I wasn't given the sobriety test or chance to call anyone; resisted arrest and apparently punched the cop.
After I punched the REAL cop, got thrown into solitary confinement where I continued to yell about my rights and then, for some reason, decided to piss on all four of the walls... TWICE, for good measure.
So yeah... one helluva weird, fun and crazy night.
So here's a short-version of what happened and I'll see about putting full detailed story up later since I'm trying to get back into LJ-ing again.
Short version: Went out with a few close friends (five to be exact) and ended up at a houseparty/birthday party at my "honorary brother's apartments (add-on bro). We got their with enough liquor to share - but nobody wanted any. lol.
Anyways, so we're at the party and eventually started getting people to take shots, chug drinks with me and two of my friends. After awhile, everyone was drunk and my friend (the guy's apartment we were at) had to excuse himself from the party and take care of his boyfriend cuz he was redecorating the bedroom walls with his puke.
That was the end of that party, so we head out to hit the clubs. By the time we did so, we were pretty fucking buzzed/drunk (right in that gray area where you know you're almost gone, but think you can still handle more, ya know?), but we didn't wanna stop drinking! So when we got to the first club, we hit the bar good and hard cuz we didn't wanna have to get back in line again.
So after everyone had their drinks we hit the dance floor. I was having a blast until someone said they wanted to leave and suggested hitting up another club.
I was so into that suggestion that I grabbed my friends, piled into one car and hit the next club.
At the next club, I started acting very... well... DRUNK. We made our way into the club and hit the bar again - by this time whatever we had left of the Everclear bottle was gone and done.
Again, someone suggested going back to the first club since the music and dancing was WAY better over there. So again, we piled into the car and left.
Cut to: I wake up in jail... cuz I was being a belligerent drunk; started shit-talking to the jailer and saying he was not a "real cop"; provoked the "REAL Cop with the nightstick and gun"; threatened to kick a man sleeping on the floor until his head was bashed in and his blood on the wall; yelled about how my rights were violated and I wasn't given the sobriety test or chance to call anyone; resisted arrest and apparently punched the cop.
After I punched the REAL cop, got thrown into solitary confinement where I continued to yell about my rights and then, for some reason, decided to piss on all four of the walls... TWICE, for good measure.
So yeah... one helluva weird, fun and crazy night.
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Crazy night.
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