3 posts tagged “bender”
Feel out of my mind but it's been a good time. Partied a few nights ago and Brian risk was taking weird pictures all night, some were kinda funny. I'll post em. His idea is to take random pictures of people, and then turn them into a web coming with word bubbles. Seems like a good idea to me, and knowing him it'll be somehow erotic in nature.
Oct 9-14... or so. Have been a bit of a blur. I have stories, but don't even know when they are from, whether it was early today or 4 days ago. So, this is my non-linear mostly true, somewhat guessed tale of my weekend.
I went to the crab bowl two days in a row at one point, which makes me a "regular" by definition, and to be a "regular" at the crab bowl makes me a degenerate, by definition. a few nights ago I tried to go to a punk show but they were sold out. I had been drinking heavily to pregame for the music, but now that there was no music, all that pregaming turned out to just be regular ol' binge drinking. With no music to go to, Brian Risk and I walk to a nearby party. Nay, we are driven there by some friends. We are some of the earliest arrivals. We don't slow down, we are both wasted. I am more enthralled by a very mean kitten than by anyone of the people at the over crowded party. I fed the cat a little beer, he scratched and bit me. Getting pussy drunk to get it to like me not working? Seems familiar. I don't remember much after hanging out with my new friend. I am told of a funny story about me in the morning. Here is a conversation I had with a troll named Treasure. (She should have stayed buried)
Max and I are standing out side chugging from a bottle of rum. Treasure approaches.
Treasure: hey guys, freshen up my drink
Me: Ok (grab bottle of booze from Max and her drink from her. Pull from bottle, glug from her cup)
Treasure: HEY! You're not spiking my drink
Me: Oh, sorry. Here (pulls from bottle again, glugs more of her drink, hand both to Max and walk away)
I don't remember the next hour or so, apparently I puked, then walked back to Tucker and Mckenna's. My fickle memory returns to me when I return to Tucker's. I make Kalua and peanut butter sandwiches for Tucker and I. He is surprised and yells at me for ruining his sandwich. I pass out.
Last night: I'd been drinking for days, and more importantly all day, so I was tired. I try to go to sleep at 9pm in Tucker's bed. Someone comes in and says "come drink". I jump out of bed, run past them, leaving her in the doorway. Run to the kitchen, slam 3 shots that are sitting on the counter, and run to the back of the house again. This is going to be a good night.
It is, and now I'm hungover.
Other tidbits: Tried to kiss everyone, kissed no one. My stomach feels like there is something wrong with it. I've been substituting food with booze. I'm not sure if this bender is over. This is fun.
What an eventful past couple of weeks it has been. Hilarity has ensued but memories of what exactly was hilarious have been drowned out by many types of sweet sweet booze. I've been on a month long bender, drinking has been taking up a big part of my time since I sprained my ankle, then sprained my other ankle. Not being able to play basketball is driving me up the walls.
Aaron, Matt and his girlfriend Nicole and myself all went on a road trip to see a band called Raq. They are a hippy jam band and are pretty good although not exactly my thing. We departed on Thursday to Elmira to stay with my Dad. Friday morning we took off to beautiful Arcada California. We stopped at a grocery store when we got past the border and bought a half gallon of moderately priced vodka and begone our adventure. Aaron and I made ourselves some drinks. this was around 3pm. The drinking game was; drink when you see a sign. That was a nice kick start but impossible to keep up. By the time we arrived in Arcada Aaron and I were sloppy drunk. We called Max's mom Valerie and got ourselves a place to stay. When we arrived at Valerie's house Matty was there and stoned off of her ass on weed she stole from Al. Matt and Nicole took a nap and Matty, Aaron and myself went to pick up Valerie. I bought her a six pack of beer and when we got to the house she drank 4 in about 30 minutes and was trashed. So it was me, Aaron, Matty and Valerie drunk off of our asses sitting around the kitchen table talking shit about Max and Sam and we ordered some Chinese. Soon we took off to the venue to see Raq. Aaron and I played some pinball and ordered a few pitchers of beer. The show was awesome and we danced the night away. I made fun of the bass player for wearing a patriots hoody. Mid set Aaron and I went and got stoned with some homeless people and bought weed from some drunk dude. We arrived back at Valerie's and made sandwiches, went to sleep.
Saturday was much more laid back, we woke up and got some breakfast and headed for stupid Eugene to see Raq at the Wow hall. I didn't really enjoy the show that night but learned to dance like a hippy. We stayed at my brothers gross party house that night and came back to Portland the next morning.
So that was my vacation, it was nice to escape techno music, loud shower sex, people bitching about every single commercial on tv and the constant mess of MK house.
I'm literally a maniac these days at poker, I'll spare the details but I'll say this; I'm going to be rich soon then all of you bastards will know my true powers of intoxication and gluttony. I miss the two people who actually read this blog on occasion, hope you guys are well.
Oh, and I made some leader boards on a poker site. www.sharkscope.com look me up. bazookadub
