More produce abuse, and a birthday
GD I hate cauliflower.
Some weekends just have a surreal feel to them. You're never really sure where they're headed and you just have to go with the flow. Some of those weekends involve singing Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" at the top of your lungs and waking up on a floor. This was one of those weekends.
I guess it started as simply as any of them. Dave's friend John was in from the Marines and wanted to do a little shooting. Apparently they don't get to shoot too many different types of things (which surprised me) so he was curious to try some stuff out. Fair enough. He also learned not to stand right next to water and shoot down into it. Some jerk told him to do it.
We went out to Maryk's property and punished some produce.
Happiness is pistols akimbo.
Oh, and as of that weekend Maryk still couldn't aim a gun to save her life. Good lord, Who misses a cauliflower from 18 inches?
Phil and Jess came out for a few, too. Phil then offered Dave and I a case of beer if we would move a safe for him. Well, that case quickly turned into all of the delicious Christian Moerlien dunkel that the store had to offer and a couple bottles of wine. Movies were watched, Saddam was hung, makeup was applied........
So, Jess is evil. She got some of that wine in her and decided that Dave really needed a makeover. I kinda sighed and said, "Well, it comes off easier than magic marker". The next morning Dave decided to return the favor with the nail polish... but instead of painting her nails he painted the carpet.
Well, at least it looked like it. Without the flash on the camera you couldn't see that he had only painted on clear plastic wrap and laid in on the carpet. Jess walked out and made a face that begged the question "Why? Why would you do this?". Phil came out of his room and made a face that suggested only murder. I've never seen Phil make a face that serious before (and after all, he did reach for his gun to shoot Steve at his birthday party). Before Phil could shoot him, Dave pulled the plastic wrap off. It probably didn't help that they had just replaced most of the floor because of a water pipe that played the old "I'm going to explode" trick on them a couple weeks prior.
Also, they have a cannibal shrimp. I want to eat it.
The next thing we knew, it was time to get cleaned up and go out for Becky's 21rst. We hit Mainstrasse in Covington.
Now, I don't know why anyone would have everyone go out and celebrate a 21rst birthday and not take off from work the next day. Becky did not take off work. Becky also didn't last until midnight. Becky also learned the wonders of 151. I'm almost positive that it went unappreciated.
The first thing I did when we walked in was order 2 shots of 151. The bartender slid me 2 doubles. I gave instructions on the proper way to do a shot of 151 (chasers are for sissies). She proceeded to take maybe half of it and pawn the rest off on her boyfriend. Also, she wouldn't take anymore shots from me that night :(
I also discovered a recipe for an upset stomach that night.
Rum + Rum + Rum+ Rum + Rum + 151 + Hard Cider + Beer + Scotch + Beer + 151 + Beer + Hard Cider + Beer =
Bleghh... that makes for a rough morning. But it makes for fun at the moment! The future be damned!
In our travels I also discovered something else fun to do. Find some sport that people love and call out a cheer for their rival, then take a picture when they react and\or run for your life.
In this case football was the sport, the Bengals were the home team and the very next day they would be playing their rival the Steelers.
Go steelers! Click.
If you're still lacking entertainment, you could always have your friend come across his ex and drunkenly demand to go to her mom's house. There's always that as a possibility. Honestly, how productive would that have been? Igel, God bless you for driving past that house without stopping.
We found this bar... and for the life of me I cannot remember which one it was... and in this bar was the best popcorn of all time. I'm a man that has had some bar popcorn in my day, and nothing has ever come close to this.
If anyone remembers where we were please tell Bob. I am going to go steal their popcorn machine... and maybe their midget bartender.
Anyway... we woke up with a serious pizza deficiency and I was NOT feeling well. And that was the beginning of New Year's Eve. That actually passed without incident. I wasn't really in the mood to drink some reason.
I must swear off drinking like once every couple months...
