Monday, July 26, 2004

Cold outside

I'm going to try to go back and detail some of the big things that have happened in the last week and a half over the next few days.  I didn't get much posted today since I am still trying to catch up from my vacation.  I will start with my Friday night on July 16th.

Jeff and I were just going through our normal routine, we headed down to our normal hangout to have a few beers and see what was going on.  When we got there around 7:00, it was pretty dead.  Jazz fest was going on that weekend, and most people were at the park.  We hung out for a little while, and then we decided that it would be a good night to just get out of town and do some serious drinking.  We hit the gas station on the way out of town to pick up a 12 pack for the trip.  We were headed to Jeff's home town which would take us around 50 minutes to get there.  Normally when we go down there, we just crash at his moms house for the night, but this weekend, his little brother and his wife were in town for his 10 year high school reunion.  When we got there, we found out that other people were also sleeping over, so we might have to sleep on the floor or something.  Of course Jeff and I both knew that by the time we got home, it would not matter where we were going to sleep.  We headed to local pub, where we know the bartenders and the manager pretty well.  As soon as we walk in and sit down at the bar, we have two shots set down in front of us from the manager.  He always knows to treat us well, because when we come down, we usully spend a lot of money.  They had a special going on that night, or maybe it was just for us, but we got 7 shots for $10.  Jeff bought a round, and I bought a round, we shared it with some of the people we knew, but we made sure that we each got 2 a piece each time.  I also drank a few more beers, and a bunch of bacardi.  By the end of the night, I was sending Jeff home with this bother, because he was getting pretty drunk.  I decided to go back to the bar, but after 1 more beer, I had to leave, I guess I probably should have went home also.  I didn't have a ride, so I walked back to his mom's house.  It is around 1.5 miles, but I didn't even care at the time.  I just wanted to lay down and sleep.  When I got to the house, the front door was locked.  I beat on the door for a minute, but nobody answered.  I then layed down in the middle of their front lawn and took a little nap.  (This was around 2:30a)  I am not sure how long I slept, but I don't think it was very long.  I woke up because I was getting cold.  So I went around back to check any other doors, but they were also locked.  I pounded on the front door again, no answer.  Over the next few hours, I tried to pass out on the lawn, the back deck, the front step, or anywhere I could find, but it was just to cold.  I had to get up and walk around for awhile to keep warm.  I even checked all of the car doors in front of the house to see if I could sleep in one of the cars.  After laying on the front step for a while, I looked up and saw this light next to the door.  It was the doorbell, I rang that a few time, and finally Jeff's mom let me in.  If I would have just rang the doorbell 2 hours earlier, I would have been fine, but by the time I figured this out it was already past 5:00a.  Once in the house, I headed strait for the couch, and wrapped myself up a warm blanket.  I felt like I was in heaven at that moment.

The next morning, everyone at the house, including Jeff's mom had already heard the story and were giving me shit about it 2 minutes after I woke up.  I laughed about it a little bit, but I was too hung over to do much else.  Jeff and I still had to drive back home and start drinking again since we had people to meet at the bar on Sat. night.  Jeff's mom must think the we are just drunken idiots or something.  Everytime we go down there, we just get hammered, and end up doing something stupid.

Tomorrow I will tell you about my Sat. night adventure.  This is probably one of the highlights of my life up to this point.


2 Comments:

At 4:04 PM, Blogger Greg said...

Im hoping to be reading about your hot 3some with 2(or more), 20 year old, hot, blonde, nympho's

 
At 5:55 AM, Blogger Sylwia said...

There is nothing like some heavy drinking onece in a while :)

 

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