wtf
i'm trashed, but coherent enough to log on and blog. wtf!
all i remember is that we were at lucky's and then houndstooth. but that's about it.
i think i sent some drunk texts. shit.
that's all.
update
it was a rough friday night. we were supposed to go to the rehearsal dinner. chris was in charge of the second reading, while roy, dave, and i were ushers. out of the four of us, none of us made it.
chuck, tim, roy, and chris all went to the cubs game earlier in the day. i went to meet them before the rehearsal, so that we could all ride down together. on my way down, chuck got kicked out of wrigleycorn. tim, roy, and chris all took turns giving me a drunken recap of the day's events.
by the time i met up, everyone was lit up, so i proceeded to lucky's to down two shots of maker's mark and a miller lite. i began to feel the beginnings of a buzz, so i continue to down lite after lite, until at some point, we realize that there is no way that any of us are are going to be able to drive over an hour to get to the rehearsal.
with that decision made, the drinks continued to flow like the 'salmon of capistrano' (dumb and dummer), and more friends began to filter in out of the woodwork. dave finally got back from his meeting in rockford. danny showed up and proceeded to drink like he was 18 again. emer and christabel stopped in, and began by buying me a double shot of maker's. christine and john came back from their concert at the metro. and the surprise guests of the evening were paul lee and jenny bae, with out of towner andrew uhm... who i haven't seen since the kraaaa incident of '06.
the conversation was fruitful; the laughter, endless; and the stories, unrepeatable.
throughout the night, people slowly filtered out (chuck even went to sleep in dan's car), but those who remained ended up at houndstooth saloon for more brew, some singing, and general delinquency. we parted ways at around 2:00am and although i was confident that i could drive home, i may have been a shade close to the .08 BAC.
i made some drunk texts, some drunk calls, and some drunk comments to those around me. in the end, there was a lot of bonding among friends, and a truly memorable night... from what i can remember.
all i remember is that we were at lucky's and then houndstooth. but that's about it.
i think i sent some drunk texts. shit.
that's all.
update
it was a rough friday night. we were supposed to go to the rehearsal dinner. chris was in charge of the second reading, while roy, dave, and i were ushers. out of the four of us, none of us made it.
chuck, tim, roy, and chris all went to the cubs game earlier in the day. i went to meet them before the rehearsal, so that we could all ride down together. on my way down, chuck got kicked out of wrigleycorn. tim, roy, and chris all took turns giving me a drunken recap of the day's events.
by the time i met up, everyone was lit up, so i proceeded to lucky's to down two shots of maker's mark and a miller lite. i began to feel the beginnings of a buzz, so i continue to down lite after lite, until at some point, we realize that there is no way that any of us are are going to be able to drive over an hour to get to the rehearsal.
with that decision made, the drinks continued to flow like the 'salmon of capistrano' (dumb and dummer), and more friends began to filter in out of the woodwork. dave finally got back from his meeting in rockford. danny showed up and proceeded to drink like he was 18 again. emer and christabel stopped in, and began by buying me a double shot of maker's. christine and john came back from their concert at the metro. and the surprise guests of the evening were paul lee and jenny bae, with out of towner andrew uhm... who i haven't seen since the kraaaa incident of '06.
the conversation was fruitful; the laughter, endless; and the stories, unrepeatable.
throughout the night, people slowly filtered out (chuck even went to sleep in dan's car), but those who remained ended up at houndstooth saloon for more brew, some singing, and general delinquency. we parted ways at around 2:00am and although i was confident that i could drive home, i may have been a shade close to the .08 BAC.
i made some drunk texts, some drunk calls, and some drunk comments to those around me. in the end, there was a lot of bonding among friends, and a truly memorable night... from what i can remember.
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