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.
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