Friday
9:00
Cousin is calls me twice and leaves a message that she wants to come over and do laundry. I ignore it because my head hurts and russ is waking up. I't s raining outside and that makes me feel worse. russ and I talk about how he is totally not playing golf today. Russ leaves and I decide to take a dookie. This makes me feel better until I hear someone open the front door and starts walking around the house. Cousin is here, she wants to do laundry.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Albuquerque, New Mexico is crazier than the for real Mexico : Episode Uno-The Build-up
I find it is always hard to remember a period of time where crazy shit was happening non-stop. You know how that goes, you remember the really fucked up stuff, but there is always the smaller minute details that you remember gradually and realize that those instances were the worst of it all. I don't want to leave out any of my time in the New Mexico because years from now i'll look back and completely forget drunkenly getting a pillow fight and splattering a half eaten frito chili pie across a hotel wall. So I'm going to provide a relative timeline that i can at least try to organize this jumble of words, visuals, and some smells.
Thursday night:
10:00
I get home after rugby practice slightly tipsey because we went to a new bar that wants to give my team thousands of dollars to hand out. Ridiculous, who ever wants a bunch of drunk dudes at a bar, but the bar had shuffle-board so i'm down. Anyway, i get home and sam and russ call me from the stadium. I decided to go because, hey, party-on. I'm a little drunker then they are and they aren't having a tremendous amount of fun. Things are winding down, when in walks this strange nicole richie of a girl that Warzone insulted weeks past in said bar. Things are looking up, I call Warzone. *Aside* I'm realizing as I type this that I have other shit to do tonight, like fill out a National Security questionaire, I'll have to break this up a bit.
He shows up and the follwing happened:
Warzone- "So why did you guys call me, what's happening?"
Girl, leaning over our table, interested because sam, russ, and I begin to laugh loudly- " Hey guys, (Looking at Warzone) do i know you?"
sam, russ, and I laugh louder, this is pretty hilarious.
Warzone, looking girl in the face-" Oh, this is why."
Girl looks hurt and still doesn't remember the Warzone.
11:00-12:00
The night progresses, and it gets later. I decide to get drunk because I have a rode trip tomorrow and am therefore not going to work. Later a slightly larger girl sits next to me at our table, she just wants to hang because we "seem really cool." I feel like I'm at hooters, but I'm drunk and don't really mind. I eventually find out that she was from Bixby, Oklahoma and went to OSU. We talk about beautiful green country, the Pokes and how they are good at basketball, how OU football is much better, how she lived in Tulsa, at some point sam insulted her for not understanding what she did for a living, actually I can't remeber what she said, something with horses, maybe, I eventually tell her that Bixby sucks and my high school was better than her high school, she then gets defensive and makes up an excuse to leave. While all this is happening, Warzone is taking up more and more in bothering nicole richie. Either she remebered him, or she was attracted, or drunk, or on the yayo, or something.
12:00-1:00
Warzone is buying drinks at this point, I think, and she is telling us how she totally knows the owner of Monarch (shitty bar with 9.00 beers and expensive looking girls and dudes with solid color dress shirts and tight pants) and that is where her crew is going and we should totally go with her. I mention that "it's almost 1:00 and some bars close at 2:00 in Denver. She doesn't pick-up my sarcasm, and insists we should go. I say fine, sounds like adventures to me. I have to use the pee-pee room and tell everyone this, and when I get back, nicole richie is gone and Warzone looks confused. We stumble home drunk, and me and russ watch tv, he passes out and I throw a blanket over him.
Friday
8:00
Sam pees his bed.
I wake up, my head hurts.
Cousin calls and want to do laundry.
Thursday night:
10:00
I get home after rugby practice slightly tipsey because we went to a new bar that wants to give my team thousands of dollars to hand out. Ridiculous, who ever wants a bunch of drunk dudes at a bar, but the bar had shuffle-board so i'm down. Anyway, i get home and sam and russ call me from the stadium. I decided to go because, hey, party-on. I'm a little drunker then they are and they aren't having a tremendous amount of fun. Things are winding down, when in walks this strange nicole richie of a girl that Warzone insulted weeks past in said bar. Things are looking up, I call Warzone. *Aside* I'm realizing as I type this that I have other shit to do tonight, like fill out a National Security questionaire, I'll have to break this up a bit.
He shows up and the follwing happened:
Warzone- "So why did you guys call me, what's happening?"
Girl, leaning over our table, interested because sam, russ, and I begin to laugh loudly- " Hey guys, (Looking at Warzone) do i know you?"
sam, russ, and I laugh louder, this is pretty hilarious.
Warzone, looking girl in the face-" Oh, this is why."
Girl looks hurt and still doesn't remember the Warzone.
11:00-12:00
The night progresses, and it gets later. I decide to get drunk because I have a rode trip tomorrow and am therefore not going to work. Later a slightly larger girl sits next to me at our table, she just wants to hang because we "seem really cool." I feel like I'm at hooters, but I'm drunk and don't really mind. I eventually find out that she was from Bixby, Oklahoma and went to OSU. We talk about beautiful green country, the Pokes and how they are good at basketball, how OU football is much better, how she lived in Tulsa, at some point sam insulted her for not understanding what she did for a living, actually I can't remeber what she said, something with horses, maybe, I eventually tell her that Bixby sucks and my high school was better than her high school, she then gets defensive and makes up an excuse to leave. While all this is happening, Warzone is taking up more and more in bothering nicole richie. Either she remebered him, or she was attracted, or drunk, or on the yayo, or something.
12:00-1:00
Warzone is buying drinks at this point, I think, and she is telling us how she totally knows the owner of Monarch (shitty bar with 9.00 beers and expensive looking girls and dudes with solid color dress shirts and tight pants) and that is where her crew is going and we should totally go with her. I mention that "it's almost 1:00 and some bars close at 2:00 in Denver. She doesn't pick-up my sarcasm, and insists we should go. I say fine, sounds like adventures to me. I have to use the pee-pee room and tell everyone this, and when I get back, nicole richie is gone and Warzone looks confused. We stumble home drunk, and me and russ watch tv, he passes out and I throw a blanket over him.
Friday
8:00
Sam pees his bed.
I wake up, my head hurts.
Cousin calls and want to do laundry.
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