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Friday: Well, it seemed as if mother nature wanted to shit another snow storm out of her crust infested asshole friday night, which didn't damper plans that much. Murphy, Chris Fries and I went to Bushwallers (a local irish pub downtown Frederick) and had a few beers. Thus giving us the slight buzz that we had preferred. My general manager told me to take the night off and to be able to relax, which was self rewarding considering I work a whole lot. Then, Josh, Lindsey and Phil came over to Murphy's later that night, bought two thirty-packs, played kings and Madden 07', got pretty twisted and then crashed there for the night.
Saturday: We all woke up around 10:30, lounged around and chatted. Then Phil, Josh, Lindsey and I went to Josh's to relax for a little while longer. His little sister harassed me into playing Viva Pinata for the Xbox 360 with her. The game was pretty fun...only if you have downs syndrome. I went to work later that evening to help with the truck and then it was out to the party in Waynesboro, PA. St. Patrick's Day wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Though, we all got heavily sloshed, saw some close friends (Rob, Mik, Sheina, Jordan D, Mea), drank until my liver was about to explode and then went back to Josh's around 2:30 AM to rest our heads.
Sunday: Phil and I took Lindsey home and then I went to work. Fun, eh? What the fuck else are you going to do on a sunday?
My St. Patrick's Day weekend was mediocre fun, but could've been a hell of a lot better.
Saturday: We all woke up around 10:30, lounged around and chatted. Then Phil, Josh, Lindsey and I went to Josh's to relax for a little while longer. His little sister harassed me into playing Viva Pinata for the Xbox 360 with her. The game was pretty fun...only if you have downs syndrome. I went to work later that evening to help with the truck and then it was out to the party in Waynesboro, PA. St. Patrick's Day wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Though, we all got heavily sloshed, saw some close friends (Rob, Mik, Sheina, Jordan D, Mea), drank until my liver was about to explode and then went back to Josh's around 2:30 AM to rest our heads.
Sunday: Phil and I took Lindsey home and then I went to work. Fun, eh? What the fuck else are you going to do on a sunday?
My St. Patrick's Day weekend was mediocre fun, but could've been a hell of a lot better.