FIRST of all, good job crew. I'm loving this blog. I initially thought it would be nerdy but it fucking rocks.
Next, last night: of course I was in attendance at that brutal bash at Irish Crossings. Cool venue or whatever, but seriously, no one was cool. The first person I started chatting with was a complete weirdo. He was wearing like, dress pants, a maroon shirt and I'm pretty sure he had some gold chains on. Anyway, homeboy had this uncanny resemblance to that creepy guy from Superbad who took Seth and Evan to that rando party. Who know who I'm talking about? (He was also that nerdy teacher in Pineapple Express) I mean, Superbad was on my mind since it was on in the front room of the party (good touch) but this guy was the real deal. He even assured Caitlin and I that he was "essentially best friends with the guys who live here" thus confirming my suspicians. So yeah, I got stuck talkting to a huge creep right off the bat at this God Awful party. (Worst.)
The crew did a very accurate job discussing the chaos that ensued regarding "Rosie" and our epic round of civil war. I have no further words on this topic except that THAT GIRL SUCKED.
So Paul rescued us from the hell that was that party. Curls, Brauch and I needed to party off that party so I contacted our friend MK (there are so many these days.) She was like, heyy we're playing drinking games at clover... so of course, we were sold. We show up and who's apartment are we in? Robot Nicks! Goodness gracious. Yet another kid I hooked up with last semester but now things are amicable. Well it was actually pretty fun. We played fuck the dealer, listened to some jams and what not. There were a few Asians there too which was excellent. (We're still trying to find a good one.) This after-party definatetly rounded off the night. It was refreshing to hang out with normal people after having to deal with the hell that was present at Irish Crossings.
Prepare to hate me: (especially Mikey...)
nownownow A Diva is a female version ofa HUSTLA ofa ofa HUSTLA ofa ofa HUSTLAA
that song is bound to be stuck in your head for at least the next two minutes.
OK so to wrap this up, Shout out to 2/3s of the Trio-- I love partying with you girls. Shout out to Paul for saving us. Shout out to CREW!!!! Shout out to Em- wish you could have been at hell party with us. Shout out to Bridget Jones Diary. and finally, Shout out to Rosie-Hopefully someday you will be cool, but until then, I hope you have a blast kicking and scratching people for your civil war fame you fucking douche.
ANNNDD its only Saturday... what kind of trouble can we get into tonight?
MEGGLES
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I spent my whole day at the British equivalent of Old Orchard Beach, Me, which is probably the seediest place you can go good ole New England. The only real difference is instead of "dodgy" Quebecois there was an infestation of dirty dirty DIRTY hippys, it was almost like that South Park where cartman goes ape shit on them. Anyways, I finally just got back and its 1130 londontown time. It seems that I'm pregaming to your "crew's" and I gotta say. I approve. Take it easy and tell the girls im giving you gals a shout out. WHAT UP CURLS AND BRAUCH?!? WHADUP! YEAH GIRLSZZZ. Okay, now I got that kinda out of my system I was wondering if you guys need a foreign correspondent on the party scene? I mean go big or go home right? Might as well make this gig international. We also know that I'm a one man army when it comes to shenanigans. Just ask my lawyer(s). Well I'm done nerding. peaceee!
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LUCAS!!!! DEFINATELY!!! Sammy is going to send you an invite so you can post on this blog officially. FB message her your email address STAT and she will hook you up. We can't wait to read about your shenanagans!!!! This is awesome.
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