So if you didn't get a phone call Friday night you probably are worse off for it. Why do I have to be friends with the one Asian person on the planet who can actually drink. My night included 5 Pina Coladas (which had almost no alcohol in them), a dozen Jaeger bombs and a shot of liquid cocaine just for good measure. I didn't drin until I got sick, which may say more for my tolerance of alcohol than my actual ability to pace myself. I have to give some props to the bartender at Wild Wings who defintely poured the last bomb for Doug and myself a good 20 minutes after last call.
OK, so one lesson learned after we left the bar was that it is never a good idea to call one of your good friends who happens to be the opposite sex and say, "you know, I want to make you arch your back." Which I thought would be a better line than the old Kevin Yao "Mike gave me multiple organisms" line (this is an inside joke from calculus class). So anyway, babbling to a friend about the whole arching of the back is never a good thing, especially when you have to sober up and answer a phone call from said friend the next day. But looking back on the call, it was completely hilarious.
Waffle House coffee is the best coffee in the world when you are drunk. And you will feeel compelled to tell the one waitress that it's awesome about a thousand times before your food is actually served.
Drinking 8 cups of coffee especially after a night of mixing Red Bull made me get a whole 2 hours of sleep Friday morning, and another 5 hours of sleep last night. The combination of that much Red Bull and coffee was the equivalent of Tony Montana sticking his head in that pile of coke at the end of Scarface. Had columbian contras invaded our home, I think I could have taken about 6 or 7 bullets before actually going down. "YOU WANNA PLAY ROUGH? OK! OK!"
So about the most PG-13 thing that happened Friday night was I went out to this girl's car and made out with her (just kisssing for you prudes out there) for a few minutes before she realized that she needed to go back inside and get her boyfriend (so you can be a mistake in life more than once!). Well, when she and her boyfriend came back outside they walked by my friends and I, and the boyfriended yelled "Hey, she's going home with me tonight!" I was intoxicated, and thought of the most spiteful response I could think of, and yelled "Oh yeah? Well my penis was just in her mouth!" Son of Geo Metro, ending relationships one couple at a time.
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