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What's My Age Again?
Last night Bob, Kari and I has Jim and Joe over for dinner and to go to West Fest, which was right down the street.
There is a reason why Jim, Joe, my brother and I don't get together to booze it up in non-public places, yet I think we always think this time will turn out different. It didn't. It never does.
We never made it over to West Fest; part of the reason is because we didn't finish dinner until about 10. The other is because: why go out and pay for drinks when we can drink for free at the condo?
The evening ended the only way that an evening involving a liter of Sky Vodka, red wine, Outkast and Juice Newton songs could: mulitple fisticuffs (I've been looking for a reason to use that word), picking up pieces of watermelon thrown around the condo, cleaning up vomit on the balcony before it dripped down unto the condo below, and telling Joe to shut the fuck up and turn the music down.
Today we have to look forward to some pissed off neighbors making complaints to the board.
3 comments:
Juice Newton? Was it that Queen of Hearts song? I think that would explain all the puking.
I went to West Fest last night. Let's see, what did you miss out on? Witnessing multiple dog fights (Gross. I didn't realize the event's proceeds went to a dog charity). Pierogis. John BID Simmons 2hr dj set. I think you guys had a lot more fun with your undertakings, well with the exception of the lack of pierogis.
As the President of my Board, my typical response to people complaining about noise on a Friday or Saturday night is that the library is open until 10, and the waterfront is pretty quiet through the night.
Now, noise on a school night? Different story. I advocate capital punishment.
Also, as President of the Board, I'm contemplating an invasion of a neighboring condo. I'm convinced they're secretly building water balloon cannons. This represents a clear and present danger to us, and I've asked my Defense Secretary to formulate an attack plan. I've assembled a Coalition of the Willing, consisting of three hobos, two hookers, and a partridge in a pear tree. They also have air conditioning, but I'm more interested in liberating their beautiful women from the shackles of an oppressive regime than I am in basking in the glory of non-sweatiness.
I'm a compassionate conservative.
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