Note: I fucked up the time on the last post it should have been 0015 May 18th, whatever.
Sunday May18th, 0715
I wake up angry. I have to pee. I wanted to sleep more. I take care of that thing I mentioned earlier and I slink back into bed. Pete calls me about 10 minutes after that right when I think I’m about fall asleep again. He’s buying bagels, and “yes I want one.” I close my eyes again. Pete calls again do I want a coffee, “no, I don’t want a coffee.” I close my eyes for a little while longer. I call Pete, “Actually, I do want a coffee.” I close my eyes again, 10 minutes later Pete is home and rustles around and he begins to defile the bathroom. After he is done, he leaves, and then returns about 15 minutes after that. I’m still in bed. He opens my door; I give him a disgusted look, go out and eat my bagel. We need to be at the fields by 830 since our game is at 900.
We get to the fields at 845; we don’t see any Frisbees or Frisbee people anywhere. We start to wander if we fucked up the weekends some how. Pete calls the scheibers and apparently the games don’t start until 1000. Shit. Well at least there is a Bass Pro Shop around so we drive over to waste some time there. It doesn’t open until 1000, so we decide to go to target instead. I cruise the bulk candy isle for about 15 minutes, sampling the different kinds of treats. I’m pretty sure this is frowned upon, but I love jelly beans. We both spend some money on things we don’t really need and then get the fields at 945. We make it all the way to semis, and end up losing because everyone’s hangovers, and 100 mile bike rides and only having two subs, catches up with us.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Demonic Possession or Brain Tumor, either way I'm fucked. P1
The last 36 hours of my life have been quite taxing. I’ve taken heavy hits to mind, body, and spirit. I wish I could say that I earned and or learned something from the things I’ve recently endured, but there is not a whole lot to take from it all. So, I’ll start at the beginning, not the very beginning because I only want to hit on a few key episodes.
Saturday May 17th, 0015
Fuck the sports column. I’ve never liked going there and really dislike the type of crowd it attracts. Beers are expensive and hard to get and getting cocktails is stupid unless you like paying $6 for a watered down shitty G and T. I’ve never had that good of a time (there was the one time warren and I stole these DU guys shots of something expensive and we were too drunk to notice they really wanted to hurt us. They were glaring at us for quite a while, but never said anything because who would really want to mess with the two of us when were are that drunk and already a little irate (actually that wasn’t that great of a night either, we both just thought it was really funny the next day, oh well)) except tonight a Saturday, Jaeger Bombs are $3. I was blown away. They even had these questionable little cups made especially for these drinks. Do they do this all the time? I don’t know, but either way Sports column went from a 1 to a 3. Good job Sports column. That’s the back story, and a few of these had been drunk by rumples and myself over the course of 2 ½ hours. We are on the brink of getting real drunk and were in the midst of decided if we should get one more round, which really meant keep drinking until the bar closed, or leaving. It was the spring league Frisbee tournament the next day and I decided it would be best to go home a sleep a good amount. We said goodbye to Sam’s friends from the springs and this girl that knew someone from somewhere who was named Dixie. She was from North Dakota (who the fuck is from North Dakota) and was the manager of the On the Border in Golden. She spent the majority of the evening rubbing on Rumples and I. Anyway, conversation of the night occurred as Rumples and I were walking to my car: Rumpledarling: Dude thanks for coming out tonight, you had a good time right?
Me: yeah, I like your friends they’re nice guys.
RD: Those are my boys; I’ve known them for my whole life. It sucks *my friend* got that chick pregnant, fuck man, I couldn’t deal with a kid right now. I love Alyssa, but shit I don’t know what I would do if she got pregnant.
Me: People like us have no business having kids; we can barely take care of ourselves.
RD: Yeah, right…………you should have totally fucked that girl!
Me: Who? What? That girl from North Dakota? She was weird looking.
RD: She was, but she had nice tits. She totally wanted some dick.
Me: Hmm, that’s true, she did, and we were looking pretty good tonight.
RD: Man, I love Alyssa so much, and I know that because if I didn’t I would have totally had taken that girl in the bathroom and had sex with her.
Me: Gross.
We made it home and went to bed.
Saturday May 17th, 0015
Fuck the sports column. I’ve never liked going there and really dislike the type of crowd it attracts. Beers are expensive and hard to get and getting cocktails is stupid unless you like paying $6 for a watered down shitty G and T. I’ve never had that good of a time (there was the one time warren and I stole these DU guys shots of something expensive and we were too drunk to notice they really wanted to hurt us. They were glaring at us for quite a while, but never said anything because who would really want to mess with the two of us when were are that drunk and already a little irate (actually that wasn’t that great of a night either, we both just thought it was really funny the next day, oh well)) except tonight a Saturday, Jaeger Bombs are $3. I was blown away. They even had these questionable little cups made especially for these drinks. Do they do this all the time? I don’t know, but either way Sports column went from a 1 to a 3. Good job Sports column. That’s the back story, and a few of these had been drunk by rumples and myself over the course of 2 ½ hours. We are on the brink of getting real drunk and were in the midst of decided if we should get one more round, which really meant keep drinking until the bar closed, or leaving. It was the spring league Frisbee tournament the next day and I decided it would be best to go home a sleep a good amount. We said goodbye to Sam’s friends from the springs and this girl that knew someone from somewhere who was named Dixie. She was from North Dakota (who the fuck is from North Dakota) and was the manager of the On the Border in Golden. She spent the majority of the evening rubbing on Rumples and I. Anyway, conversation of the night occurred as Rumples and I were walking to my car: Rumpledarling: Dude thanks for coming out tonight, you had a good time right?
Me: yeah, I like your friends they’re nice guys.
RD: Those are my boys; I’ve known them for my whole life. It sucks *my friend* got that chick pregnant, fuck man, I couldn’t deal with a kid right now. I love Alyssa, but shit I don’t know what I would do if she got pregnant.
Me: People like us have no business having kids; we can barely take care of ourselves.
RD: Yeah, right…………you should have totally fucked that girl!
Me: Who? What? That girl from North Dakota? She was weird looking.
RD: She was, but she had nice tits. She totally wanted some dick.
Me: Hmm, that’s true, she did, and we were looking pretty good tonight.
RD: Man, I love Alyssa so much, and I know that because if I didn’t I would have totally had taken that girl in the bathroom and had sex with her.
Me: Gross.
We made it home and went to bed.
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