Wow. Lotta Action. Last night was a blast. Hattie-Field 2 was a great success, especially since it was Keiths Birthday and all. So I showed up at Chris's place at around 5:30-6 and quite a few people were already kinda hammered and watching St. Mary's whoop the shit out of Acadia. Then, we started arguing about the new outkast album. After the argument had reached a point where every one was saying the same thing (before Chuck entered the arguement) we decided to get some football going. Drunk Football to be precise. mostly full contact, no gear. We tied. Then the party entered the indoors, where everyone was smashed, especially Brian Pentz (i think that 's how it's spelled). He was dancing around w/ people, and constantly trying to f ight Claire. I was very WHAMMIED at that point, eventually things winded down, and i stayed to watch some SNL cause Jack Black was on. Mike D actually got so wasted he passed out, poured beer on himself and then forgot about it all together. On the way home, Drunk Mike D, who is not the regular Mike D, ran ahead of us aand we lost all sight of him, but Me, Hairy Ass, and Dave K just followed the golden rule. Then i got home and passed out. The end.
What is the lesson from this adventure? Drinking is fun. I'm probably gonna jam with dave today, but who knows.
Cya
Tony
"I DON'T DO SHIRTS!!!!" - Brian Pentz