A couple weekends ago we succeeded in our quest to over-indulge in alcoholic treats. Drew especially. If you have the facebook, I suggest stalking Miss Kay's photo albums and enjoying the one labelled "Drew's Downfall". Don't look at the other albums though. They're sinful.
Long story short the silly child thought he could keep up with me in the whiskey consumption arena. Oh he kept up. And then threw up. And then passed out. I spent the rest of my night removing various articles of clothing and dancing under the disco ball in the dining room to Daft Punk. Business as usual.
Last weekend was good too! Marissa and I met up with some of my friends at Velvet, a bar downtown, conveniently owned by my boss. He's an older guy, probably in his 40's now, and he has two little girls, so whenever he wants to do something naughty, he goes to his bar to do it. This past weekend it was watching Team America: World Police.
Velvet is a trendy place, full of well-dressed beautiful people, so I was tickled pink to be sitting with the owner and my raucous group of friends watching a shitty/horribly innappropriate puppet movie and consuming gobs of free food and drink. I think everybody forgot to pace themselves. Mostly because Miss Kay invited everyone (EVERYONE.) back to our place to play beerpong, and they actually came. I lost at beerpong. Yeah, whatever. Shut up. You go home now.
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Sweet blog post, Max - and agreed...removing various articles of clothing was indeed happening as was Drew's Downfall...and Team America is one of the best shitty movies ever!
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