On the parties

They began wednesday, Drewmate's birthday day with some good friends and fun. And beers. And Whiskey. It went downhill steadily from there.

Friday night our other roomate Nick procured us a keg of Red Chair from the Deschutes Brewery, which is a lightish flavorful beer. Really a sipping beer, not a quaffing beer. But since quaffing was scheduled, and we do so try to stick to schedule, quaffing was employed as our hydrationification procedure. In honor of Drew's special day, Trevor and I went ahead and invited actual females to our house, since the man of the hour himself has a penchant for creating parties of the processed meat log fest variety.

I'm not squeezing your 'roids here, babes in brohouse are about as common as an esquilax in July.
So the party went down. Here are the things that occured-
1. Beerpong was played with fancy beer.
2. Babes came over
3. Dance party
4. Trevor took his clothes off
5. More dance party
6. Max Tyson goes to bed (3am)
7. Max Tyson is awoken to give Drew a mullet haircut
8. Max Tyson goes back to bed (5am)
9. Max Tyson awakens 2 hours later to work 13 hours straight at Harley Davidson for minimum wage.

Life is good.