Well, St Patty's Day was quite a day of drinking.
I started early with liminowski at 1:00 with a glass of Irish coffee. Before I had finished the coffee the soon to be puking Limmer was already polishing off a vodka tonic. We then went down to Kilpatricks, chilled with Dave-- the overweight drunk hitting on 40 year old women, hada free pint of guinness on the bartender, and then polished off our first car-bomb before going back to 613. When we got home official skippy taster Tony was drinking a few glasses of skippy that Rand had accidentally put too much vodka in. Once the dyed green juice was primed and in the fridge waiting for the party to begin, Mark, Tony, Lim and I got ready for a Car bomb. Some how, we convinced Lim to chug a glass of irish whisky. When he finished the glass, he chased it with some vodka tonic, and was completely unphazed...yet.
The Field Hockey team arrived a little before six, bringing cupcakes, some excellent cleave, and their usual appetite for drinking. I brought out my Irish flag of jello shots, and the girls downed them quickly, moving on to tina's cupcakes that were dyed green and excellent.
At this point in the night my memory starts getting blurry. I know that Anne Fortune did do her first car bomb and yell that was the illest; she also gave me irish tap dancing type lessons. Later we played flip cup and Marrissa -- with her helmet, and homemade shirt reading "today Im irish tomorrow I'm hungover"-- played well. Unfotunatley it didn't translate to the foosball table. Chris and Bri accomplished the second shutout in the history of 613. Mel and helmet girl, to their credit, stripped to their dundees, and ran around the house.
We then brought out a bunch of bowls of jello. Chris and tina shoved jello into everyones mouths. We all rocked out to O-town, jared and chris actually beat me and mark in foosball and Rand made BBQ wings.
The rest of the night is reallllllly blacked out. All I know is that lim stole pizza, Mark and I did an excellent job balancing, and Jenna fell down stairs, bruising her knee, and trasnforming into drunk pelky.
3 comments:
PS- LOVE 613 Hudson.. EASTMAN PARTY PLANS ARE IN THE WORKS... bring the helmet!
Ya spelt my name wrong again sam, which is really surprising since it is right on the side of the blog
St. Patty's day was a damn good time. I have not been that drunk in quite some time and I couldn't have choosen a better day to do so. I wish I could remember the entire night, but there is a lot that is very fuzzy to me and I guess that comes with the territory. I would like to thank Zoe, Gales, Fortune and Issabell for stopping by on their way home from the bars to come in and check on me and see if I was alright. Even though I wasn't there and I was getting more blacked out drunk at the bars as I did car bomb after car bomb, I appreciate it.
PS-Cusack is the man and he delivers a stellar performance in Must Love Dogs.
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