Just Saying..

Didnt make it back to South Bend. I could barely make it to Queens.

I have a 630 am flight back to Chicago. Since C-Murph and I partied on Thursday,  I have had a total of about 11 hours of sleep. 

 Spent a good hour or so around 7am(?) in the Seinfeld diner. Tom foolery.

Peter and I did not lose once at pong this weekend. DREAM TEAM

Megan's Room- President's Club. 

Young Turks: don't let them push you down, don't let them push you around.

Goodnight.

Camden Town and Piccidally Circus

to start out I fucking L-O-V-E this city. Love all the different bar scenes. but anyways it's time to rehash a respectable weekend.

Thursday night around 830 I realized I lost my key somewhere. So if I was going to go out I had to go out with one of my roomies. the gay one (Sean) was staying in for some reason. so the tall asian (Scott) me and a rest of pretty legit people decided to it was time to destroy camden (which is like one or 2 tube stops from us, real easy to get back home from after being ridiculous for long periods of time). Scott me and two other girls met up with some other CAPA/UMass students at this Irish punk bar called "The End of the World." I absoultely loved the place for the following reasons: I loooove drop kicks and flogging molly (I'm a boston kid it should be a given) Great music to drink to if you ask me. The bartenders were scenester girls (another huge soft spot there) And I thought it was extremely humorus that they had signs in the lavs saying that all services are treated with special tape so you can't do drugs. I looked around and saw that they were right. glad im not a coke head or else i would've hated it.

Unfortunately this place closes at 12 on thursday nights apparently. so we all got kicked out. we ended up wandering through camden and did a serious bar/pub crawl until we found this place called Barfly. I never knew there was such thing as rafsaterain clubs until i got there. Weed was blantanly being smoked right outside of the club. A lot of the guys there reminded me of Slater (i think the character's name was slater) in Dazed and Confused. I almost felt bad for the girls.

talking about girls in bars/ clubs is there an appropiate way to meet them? I personally just hang out with the people I know just cause going behind some girl and starting to grind with them just doesnt seem right. Like is there proper bar ettiquette or something? Creeping aint cool.

anyways, somehow or another I ran out of money and found myself in a cab with all UMass students. Two of them were sisters. One was in the program the other was skipping school and visiting. Well the girl who wasnt visiting, I guess isnt used to smoking drinking and being in a cab. fucking novices. She def wasnt loving it and had to run out of the cab. If she puked inside the cab i think he would have kicked us all out.

after the cab fiasco darren (the other Umass kid) and I managed to get kebabs and hopped on a double decker bus. I was a mess. somehow I spilt a whole beer down my leg. I was seriously namming this kebab. completely broke, not entirely sure how i got the kebab or got out of the cab. To drunk to even show my public transit card. The bus driver felt so bad for me/ was sick of me holding up the production he let me just jump on. then I remembered I was keyless and had no idea where my roomie was. Long story short I woke up on darren's couch at 930 in the morning with this tiny asian screaming HOUSE CLEANING! I did not love it.

Everyone I knew/ had phone numbers for was pretty much killed for the following 24 hours after. So friday and friday night was chill time. Got to chill with the foolish girl across the hall and sort some things out. her b/f is coming out next week for spring break and I got to make fun of her for that.

Sat night we ended up over at Piccidally Circus. It's a pretty touristy area. Most Londoners kinda try to stay away from there. It's def a place you want to be keep an eye on anything you value. With saying that though it's a place you have to go to at least once. it's like not going to times square while spending 3 months in nyc. After a whole production with trying to figure out exactly where we were going Scott me and Lindsay said fuck it and went to this really legit bar. It was a happening place. completely packed. good mix of indieish music with classics like journey and michal jackson (pre white). maybe 4 different levels with bars on each level. The rest of the people we went to P. Circus eventually came over and we had a blast. Absolutely great time. I want Hatties to be like this place. My only beef is that this place closed. Pretty sure we got kicked out around 2 ended somewhere else. I think it was someone's bday. there were ballons left and right. I don't remember anything extremely interesting except for the fact I was really happy and just had a solid time with these kids. Much better crew than the other pps I've been "partying" with.

Long story short, I really like partying and seeing other people have a great time. had a solid weekend.

sounds like you kids over at south bend had a killer one also. PROPS!!!!!


~Sweet Lou

p.s. G-A-Y is the premier gay/trans/bi/whatever sexuality you are club in London.

over 48 hours of being wasted/hungover...

epic weekend so far...

thursday night finny's- after consuming many shots at wexy, headed to finnys with some of the crew for thursday night.  tore up the dance floor with em and mk for awhile then proceeded to the bar to take some shots with brauch and to talk to birthday mark.  after some shots brauch and i were dancing by the doors and the next thing i know she is lying on the finnys floor.  funniest shit ever. so i decided she needed some more shots after that.  when we took some shots with the bartender, we noticed a pitcher of beer sitting on the counter next to us.  it didnt look like it belonged to anyone so we decided it belonged to us.  so brauch and i consumed an entire pitcher of beer, all while she had to be at the bus in less than 2 hours to go to the airport and i had to get of for class and work at 9.

needless to say i did not make it to class and i dont really remember going to work.  i'm so good at life.

so friday night some of the crew and i decided to head to finnys again.  actually i was not even going to go out but was later convinced.  i headed over to tc for some pong with the crew and em's cousins who were in town.  after some pong and shots we finally headed to finnys at 1:30 am.  sammy and i decided it was necessary to drink a pitcher of long island by ourselves.  after dancing with our pitcher for awhile, the troops rounded up and we headed back to tc and decided to have an after party.  in the cab on the was home we met sebastian and decided that he needed to come after party with us because he was from peru.  em's cousin made me a death drink to have while i played pong.  i was def. feeling good before that drink and was completely wasted after.  well, sebastian and i lost our pong game, he left and i decided to try and put myself to bed.  i made it upstairs in time to see emily's room puked in.  sick.  anyway i then stripped and got into sammys bed and i think decided that she should come and sleep with me because im pretty sure i called her from my phone to make her come upstairs and cuddle with me.

yuppppp.  i have not been sober since thursday afternoon and just decided to go out tonight. 

13 more days until the crew tears up west palm beach.

i'm not sorry.  i like to party.

epic

oh my goodness. epic. thursday 730pm: i decided to fly to new york for the 22nd birthday of my other megan. the next morning. more precisely, my bus to chicago was leaving at 410am and so i decided to stay awake. and i KNEW that if i partied, then i would still be awake and wouldnt miss my flight.

i just happened to not eat all day thursday and got wasted on so little. few games of pong, couple double shots of jameson. we decide to go to finnys and it just ended up being ridiculous. basically of what i remember. bought a round of shots for girlfriends, danced, ogled at question mark (it was his birthday this week!), fell flat on my back on the ground into a group of people, got shots with caitlin because i fell, stole a pitcher with caitlin, and thats where things really get fuzzy. I remember heckling girls in the cab, about what i have no idea. so then i went home and of course i had to use the restroom, right? as i was flushing my toilet i lost my balance (what!!) and fucking fell into my bathtub, hitting my back on the faucet and meanwhile breaking both of my shower curtains. i hung out there for a while, actually falling asleep for a little. i woke up at 352 in a scramble. i stuffed things in a bag and jetted. (mikey-i am so sorry. i meant to text you that i couldnt find my key so wasted. im glad that ricky bobby didnt get you though)

things happened but i want to fast forward (but i did see some guy puke on the carpet in Ruckers) but those are stories in themselves.

luckily, yesterday was probably the first day in months that i was really hungover. and i was on the bumpiest flight from hell. I puked in the la guardia airport. surprising megan was a complete success. she and her bros had to go out dinner but that was cool i needed to sleep for at least an hour or two. when i woke up, thats when the party began. megan nick and peter woke me up with shots of jack, glasses of wine, nattys and smoke. i got up and dressed and megan was already bonging beers. she poured one for me, but i made her wait while i got dressed in the bathroom, and she was upset about it so i come to find out after i took my beer bong, that they had poured some jack in it. yum.

anyways peter and i rocked megan and nick at TIER PONG! and beer pong. oh and i forgot to preface. we were basically having a coming out party for peter and going to nycs premier 18+ gay club. it was all of our first times at a gay club and we were pretty fucking excited. before going out we consumed (between 4 people essentially) a case of natty, a bottle of wine and various shots of jack.

this club is the FIRST place that i have had to pay more because i was a girl. 15 for guys and 20 for girls. BULLSHEET MEES. when we first walk in, this is dancing:

I pretty much knew it was going to be a good night after this. Nick ended up buying a bottle (score!) so we were straight with drinks. It ended up being Megan, Nick, Peter, Marian, Katie and I. Each of us got at least 5 drinks from that bottle. Trying to think of what happened: danced with some gay guys, kissed and felt up a tranny (you had to be there), watched countless men grind and make out with eachother, sweated, and megan partied with a go go dancer. here's the proof. now you can never be president.

yes. that happened. and she didnt hate it. and you def know that she's not sorry.

these are the highlights. its megans birthday party tonight and we bought 8 twelve packs for pong. as meg put it: bong and pong only. we got so many looks from people walking down the street, the occasional smile and laugh. it was GREAT. although it was a bit of a homeless magnet...

anyways. time for pong, time for party. actually i need to eat. we dont need another thursday night on our hands especially since i'm flying home tomorrow.

see you in the pm south bend.

xoxo velvetfuckits

Good Night...

so I finally partied last night for the first time in a while. Well a week, but still, wayy to long. I was being good and didn't go out on thursday because I am kinda sick. And I knew I wanted to party on Friday. So i was wayyy lame on Thurs, but I made up for it last night.

We started off just hangin out at TC, we were waiting for Em's counsins to come in, so of course we started drinking some beers before we went over to Main St. to get some chow and more beerss. So we all hopped in the van and rolled over there, and I got this really nommin soft pretzel. yumm Then we came back to TC and played a few games of pong and partied. We finally went to finnys and for once it was not like a billion degrees and packed. It was kinda nice.

No one too notable at Finnys, the usual crowd...but Caitlin and I decided it would be a good idea to get a pitcher of Long Island Ice Tea. GREATTT IDEA. hahaha. Needless to say I got pretttty drunk off that. But I was due for a good drunk night.

So when pianio man started to play I somehow, in my drunkness, rounded up the troops and we got a cab home back to TC. I guess at the bar someone found some kid named Sebastian and invited him to come after party with us. and i guess he thought it was a good idea and he did. He was fun, he came, partied, and just left. No clue where he went. So of course we were all pretty drunk, but we still kept partying.

To be honest, I do not really remember too much about the after party. That pitcher was definitely kickin in. But the one thing i def remember is Em's cousins friend vommed right in the doorway of her room. THE WORSTTTTT!!! this was not just puke, it was like hot pink and grossssss.

After the vomming incident, I don't really know what happen. I guess i just went to bed...who knows. But it was a fun night for sure, well from what i remember. I am sad most of the crew wasn't there, but Em, MK, Caitlin, and I partied for them.

Oh i almost forgot to mention that this Sebastian kid had some kinda accent. I am not sure where from, but he def was not from this country. haha

I think we might be laying low tonight. Meggles and I need to get better, becasue WE ARE GOING TO PALM BEACH IN 2 WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN'T WAIT :)

good night crew. we partied (and after partied) and i am not sorry.


-Curls

I'm so sick of being sick. Party for me.

No Words

HOMEBOY PUKED IN MY MOTHERFUCKING ROOM.

rest of a-dam

After some serious thought

I do not think it'd be wise if I put down in written form online what I did for the rest of my time in the marvelous city of Amsterdam. This is strictly because I want to do big things. Hell, I'm trying to weasel my way into Merill Lynch. Have dreams of starting my own business, do a serious run for public office, probably write a book, on top of doing some finance shit. I already have god knows how many court summons (even thou on my CORI report the only thing that shows up is that silly sign a cop caught me holding when I was meandering my way back from a failed party, sorry officer, but I'm not sorry I like to party). Currently the state of Maine wants my license, for what reason I have no clue. I have paid all my fines/ and, or never been convicted of anything sooooo I'm scratching my head. The legal system in Maine is one of the least organized, biggest cluster fucks humanity has ever created.


Long story short. I didn't do anything illegal in Amsterdam ( you can take that however you want, I will not confirm nor deny anything in writting). ended up puking a realllly salty pizza. had a great time. some people I know had some fun with prostitutes. I was kinda creeped out seeing fit birds being well like birds stuck in a cage.

and it looks like I will be meeting up with Si and his buds from Leeds sometime in the near future. I'll probably go up there for a weekend soon. They think they know how to binge drink. I'm the first American college student they've ever partied with I believe. I go to a school that people from Mass call ZOO Mass. So we'll see the what the party scene is like up there.

In other news last weekend was a bust due to girls being lame and my room mate convincing all the girls I want to get with to go with him to a club called G- A-Y. needless to say I did not partake. I need to find better Americans to party with. At least you guys don't have a club where it's common to see guys giving other guys head on the dance floor (G-A-Y is known for that, it's a pretty intense "alternative" club to my understanding).



I'm starting to think my only talents are finance stuff and being able to drink pints and pints of beer. Fuck, I'm a yuppie. Fuck, I thrive on binge drinking.

it's a tuesday night and my love for Carlsberg beer is still going strong.


byeeeeeeeeee.

NEVER AGAIN

Okay, so I have one quick piece of advice....

NEVER GO TO THE CORBY'S ON A FRIDAY NIGHT!!!


it was kinda the worst EVER



:) i'm not sorry

Gangsta's Paradise

First, shout out to Lucas. Can't wait to read about the second half of your adventure.

Shout out to the March episode of Marie Claire. Good shit, pick it upp..

Good Feve last night everyone, great work. A lot of noteworthy's were there. There was free admission for girls if you brought a picture of an ex-boyfriend. Soo funny, everyone put them on this wall-of-shame esque poster.

I def. got my afterparty on last night, and was def. feeling it today. I had class at 11 and I rolled up in pure party mode. I really hope my teachers don't hate me this semester. I have been awful though. Anyway, I struggled through class, went to starbucks (got this nommin' chocolate banana smoothie) and then I went home and passed OUT while watching a degrassi marathon. In the midst of my slumber, I got an email that my second class of the day (at 2:00) was canceled!! It was so awesome because I fully intended on skipping it and since it was canceled I can live to skip another day.

Shout out to Foxy Curls

So now I am at Brauchs with Curls. Mikey is watching TV and giggling. We are in party transition mode in that we are about to go house partyyyy...

later G's

it's finally time for a-dam

i didnt want to really write about my adventure in amstedam until my body was feeling a-dam again. aka i had to wait until i had some serious amount of booze/drugs in meh system. well im very loosen up right now. extemely loosened up mainauet (or however you spell "now" dans anglais) well here is my experience in a pretty cool city/ town.

ok first off I have to share with you guys the situation i walked into. si and 10 of his closest "mates" rented a pretty chill/ legit 2 story apartment for the weekend. it was 35 euros a night which is kinda expensive compared to hostels but at the same time I could leave my passport there/ not worry bout getting something uncomfortable up meh arse in middle of the night/ get pretty fucking fucked upp / "pissed" with out much worry. but yeah we had a pimp apartment. to continue the story alot of these guys thought it'd be pimp if they hitch hiked from leeds to a-dam. for the record leeds is 2 hours north of london. driving from london to france takes like 4 hours or so. a town is like7 hours from the end of the chunnel. so yeah a lot of these kis spent 24 + hours using their thumbs to get to a-dam. but somehbow they all managed to get to a-dam before 7pm friday night. maddddddddddd props guys if benson and ben are reading this, exteme props guys. anyways time to continue this experience. so we all came from different things having different experinces. it was almost like rat race. pps took planes (me, which i almost missed my plane courtesy to a train taking an hour longer than stated, dont ever trust english trains, they lie)

so long story short, everyone wanted to party it up friday night cause we all earned to a certain degree. one of the brits knew of this skins like party on an old soviet war ship. if you are scrathcing your head about wtf is skins. its a great british teen drama that puts to shame any shit tv show you are in love with. a lot of sex, drugs, drama, good music, and great cimeatogrophy. think catcher of the rye meets some shitty pop tv show that american girls love x's 49875487847564856785644874587. anyways, we partied hard on this ship/ rave party. there was like 4 or 5 different really big dance floros. it was all dark/ playing actually good techno? i know in the states there's no such thing as good techno but here there's actually some pretty decent shit. props to these euros. the scene was pretty cool except for some german guys who made me laugh cause they reminded me hardcore of the german guys in beerfest (multiple popped collars, long slicked blonde hair, skinny, terrible dancers, funny accents)

somehow we got back around 5. idn how we got back. i know we took a taxi there and it was a ride so imassuming e took another one. all i know is that i got so "pissed" that i lost my balance at our apartment and hit meh head on the coffee/ drug table. whien i was trying to go the bed. cut my hy head and bleed a little bit. still have a scab on my right eye brow.

so yeah that was my first 24 hours in a-dam.

il save the enxt half for later. im out of my favorite substance. carlsberg beer.



im not sorry. loveeessssssssss it.

Boys in Bars

Okay. As Meggle$ has already stated, I journeyed to the Corby's with some of crew last night. While at the Corby's, I was having a regular old conversation with another person who happened to be a guy. A little while later for no apparent reason, he tries to kiss me...twice. Those of you who are familiar with me know that ordinarily I would have drop kicked this dude in the balls, but I am acquainted with this person, and he was way drunk so I first ignored it, then gave him the polite brush off. Later on (meaning earlier this afternoon, when I sobered up), I started to think about this because it is not the first time it has happened to me. Why do guys think that just because a girl is politely having a conversation with you in a bar, being nice, dare I say even enjoying the company of a friendly person that she automatically wants you? Dude, RELAX. Stop being silly. Just because I (or most other girls) talk to you in a bar does not mean I want to fuck you.

Reagrdless, I'm not sorry, I like to party.

Em

DTP @ THE C

Crew... shit's been weak.

I was DTP yesterday, as were MK, Mikey, Brauch and Em. We played some Tier Pong (EXCELLENT game, a real skill builder) and then bopped over to The Corby's. There was the weirdest mix of people at The Corby's... basically the worst, but kind of worse than that. I didn't recognize ANYONE for a hot sec. I didn't even see John and friend and those kids are ALWAYS out. Well, after I did a couple of laps, I decided to set up camp near the front of the bar. I happened to glance over at the door and who do I see? John and friend! This night was going to be a success after all! I was able to witness some sort of altercation outside which resulted in some under-ager getting thrown in the back of a cop car, awesome. People started to trickle in slowly, but no one really noteworthy.

Brauch and I fixed our Asian problem. Jonah! Well he's not really Asian, but close enough. He agreed to be our Asian regardless. Grool.

Brooklyn we go hard,
MeGgLe$

amsterdam

Will do a real post soon, just wanted to let you guys know I'm alive but DO have visible battle scars (drugs can make you loose your balance pretty easily).

prostitution takes the beauty out of sex.

coffee shops are glorious.

i fucking hate people on bikes.

trams are sneaky.

according to our former crack addict taxi driver, 90 something percent of all street coke in a-dam is baking powder.

truffles are the new shrooms.

hitch hiking is actually pretty gratifying.

the stereotypes are true.

IM NOT SORRY.

Hollywood

This blog is lacking in party: that changes now.

As promised, on Friday night... I partied!

Brauch, Curls and I were being a little lazy all afternoon but we somehow managed to rally around 11. We played some pong at TC, drank some drankkss, JC cruised by, Martha came over and we got into party mode. Brauch, Curls, Em, Martha and I rolled over to Finny's where we met up with CMurph, Trio, and etc. Question Mark was at Finny's-- (After a text sesh last night, it is clear that he still doesnt know who we are... hahaha! victory!) So yeah Finnys was Finnys-- usual suspects. We saw B and homegirl was looking a mess with some whack headband. We saw John and friend, of course. We even saw Rosie, killer. Brauch and I went outside to smoke some cigs, and stop sweating in finnys, and we saw so many awesome drunks. This one dude was stumbling around left and right. I'm pretty sure all the boys we were watching had gotten kicked out.

So Brauch and I decided to bounce the bar because we were in after-party mode. We hopped into a cab and it turned out to be HELL CAB! There were all spanish-speakers in it, which I usually love but I HATED on friday. They were hella annoying. I kept telling them to speak to me in English, but they refused. They said they lived at Irish Crossings and that we should come over, but Brauch and I told them we went to a party at Irish Crossings last week and it SUCKED, so we didn't.

Instead, we went to meet up with JC at some rando apt in TC. and guess what... this apt turned out to be PARTY PORCH!!! (this apt that people were constantly raging at last semester and we always wanted to party with them... but didn't.) LIFE POINT! The guy who lived there was soo nice. Curls showed up to after party...There were some Asians there... Robot Nick was there... and then there was Wolverine. This guy was the epitome of a party animal. Fist of all, he was wearing a leather vest. Second of all, his facial hair was sculpted in such a way that it actually resembled an animal, (impressive.) This guy loved to party! Like, we were raging in the 6's and he was still going strong. I'll end this ramble with one word: Hollywood.

YACHT PARTY NEEDS TO HAPPEN SOON and here's why:


MeGgLe$

EVERYBODY DANCE NOWW

Alright so...
partial crew is kickin' it on this lovely afternoon. Here's some stuff that we've come up with:

Hairstyles:
gems... velcro or screw in? Who wore these?
what about glitter? Everyone fucking loved glitter! doused in that shit fo sho. Curls was a type A: glitter wearer as she applied it solely to her temples. Em was a type B: glitter wearer as she applied it to her inner eyes. Identify yourself. Glitter was fucking all over the place though... in hair, on shirts that usually said "Angel" (BRAUCH HAD ONE THAT SAID PRINCESS ahhh and EM HAD AN ACTUAL ANGEL IN CURSIVE GLITTER SHIRT THAT SHE WORE AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK), on jeans. We were hot tranny messes.
Topsy tail: Remember that like, hoop thing that people used to construct topsy tails? Amatuers...
Slick Back: NEVER a good idea
Hair clips: the more intracate, the betta


NEXT
We need to have a Jock Jams party SOON!!!! Who's down... This girl.

Shout out to Lucas in A-Dam! Rock on Luke.


Butterflies...? OK or Hell On Earth? You decide.

I hope you've enjoyed this. Kinda charlied.

Update: Jock jams bash may be happening sooner than we think..

Shout out to Yacht Club Party-- We previewed that shit and its gon' be off the chain.

Here's another thought... Double Shot at Love Season Finale.... Really?? like... REALLY?

Anyway, peace easy homies

MeGgLe$

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Happy Birthday To You.....

Happy Birthday To You...

Happy Birthday dear Bobby...


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU

Pathetic

I HAVN'T PARTIED SINCE SUNDAY! THATS BULLSHIT MEES!
This needs to change... Tonight.


anyway, here's this: Shameless Self Promotion

and here's my new obsession:


AND.......



Im not sorry, I like to RAGE,

MEGGLE$

crewless feve

So I went to the one and only Feve last night, CREWLESS might I add- and i am really paying for it at work today. ughhh... and i somehow just managed to give a presentation to my boss. good work.

Anyway- i thought i would update the blog. so last night i started out at the keenan revue- good stuff. it was my first time going and it was hilarious. its always a good show when it starts off with half of the keenan boys on-stage stripping down to their boxers and dancing.

Moving on- headed over to Wexy afterward to pregame for the feve. It was a standard feve night- way to many drinks and shots and rocking out to sandstorm and Flo Rida's Right Round- but it would not be feve if you didn't.

Spotted: ROSIE (the worst), D-rae and Sam, G Tate (minus the battery powered shirt), creepy AJ, creepy Jason, Bridget, kaley, kristi, Merf and more of the Fever usuals.

Anyway, I am about to leave work and head home to pop a few extra strength tylenol and a long nap. gotta be fresh for tonight.

until next time...

you know you love us xoxo

babble

So clearly I am the worst member of crew, since this is the first time I am posting. I am surprised I haven't been voted out yet. I would have loved to blog with you this weekend but I went on a little adventure to Chi with MKate and I was computadoraless... mad bummer. Especially considering that I had 12 shots of Patron, and a yummy PB&J shot.... and won the coolest prize ever. While MKate and I were nomming on some treats in the car, I looked into the gusher box and found the most wonderful surprise. A FRUIT BY THE FOOT credit card!!!! ( you should all be very jealous). Although I won some fruity cash money on a discover card I almost had to shell out $1000 to get me out of a date with C. (see next paragraph) yeah but Chi was fun but I missed Super Sunday Funday with the crew, another bummer.

So I made a wonderful decision last time I was at Fever (the place where all good decisions are made) and with the patron and two fuck cups blurring my decision making ability I accidentally agreed to go on a date with C on the condition that he did not attend the torch before. You know you have found a keeper when a condition to the date is that the boy abstains from the strip club. I actually could careless if boys dabble in a lapper or shower show. However I do not understand strip clubs. I have attended several for shits and giggles. It was during my first trip to the land of poles that I realized strippers are not attractive, for some reason I always thought strippers would be hot. I WAS MISTAKEN. it is because of this fact that I dont understand throwing cash money at fugly chicks. if you want to buy something fugly buy a prius. So during my patron fest in Chi I decided to attempt to buy peoples cooperation into taking C to the Torch so I could get out of the date. No one bit. He is a cool kid (well sort of) but I have no interest in becoming anything more than friends.

So I have indefinitely postponed the date, I would have fully canceled it but he is attempting to bribe me with steak. and I LOVE MEAT!!!!! C keeps bugging me to go to fever with him, but I told him there was no use and already predicted how the night will go (the same way it does everytime) which is as follows:

As soon as C has a shot of patron I will get the "Baby where you at?" text. Then C will demand I take shots forgetting that I am a lightweight. Eventually I won't be able to drink anymore. C will then get mad and threaten to defriend me on bbm. I will grab his phone to prevent such an occurrence. C will then ask me out on a date. I will say "no dice" he will attempt to bribe me with meat, I will consider but still say "no" We will get into another fight when I don't want to end the night at the torch. I will peace out. It is then that I will get another "Baby where you at?" text. END OF NIGHT

C agreed that I was a genius and more likely than not that is precisely how the night will go.


the adderall is wearing off and I can blog no more. I am peacing out to CLE for the weekend but I shall blog from afar.

You Know You Love Me,
mikey
XOXO

Bow Down to the King.

Would you be sorry, if you liked to party?

The Little Things

I don't care if you will admit to being a culprit yourself, but I know that everyone has a little kleptomaniac embedded deep within their souls. I cannot tell you how many times i have woken up, after a long night of eventful raging and have found miscellaneous items tucked into my purse, pants, coat, shoes, or even my bed (or where ever I end up that night); at times I even find larger items prominently displayed in my room. These items that I speak of are never, ever my belongings prior to my departure into the party arena that evening. I wanted to take this opportunity to share some of my best "finds" or treasures as I like to call them.

ALWAYS Remember... One Man's Junk is another Drunks Treasure.

1.) A Foam Captain Morgan Hat
2.) A Jeff Samardzija Poster (obvi a must have)
3.) A Blue Moon Poster (this was not a solo effort) (-;
4.) A Picture of Bob Marley torn off a poster from FEVA FEVE
5.) A 4-pound, foot tall, and foot wide glass chalice with the ND emblem on one side, and the Texas State Flag on the other
6.) A Carved Coconut resembling a female monkey, with a pleasant red bow on her head
7.) A Fish Bowl from Rum Runners
8.) 2 Coors Light Glasses with awesome mountains which turn blue with a cold frothy brewski
9.) Parrots Bay Rum, both the bottle and the contents (also not a solo effort) :-P
10.) A Broken Remote Control, I am positive I found this in the microwave at someones house and I was not the one who put it there
11.) A Broken Shot Glass reading "Bro's before Ho's"

May the list go on... and P.S. I'm not sorry, I like to Party
Peeeez outt,
murf

The Perfect Storm Warning: Amsterdam

Dear Fellow Party Lovers,


This is not a story about some ridiculous shindig but a forewarning that this upcoming weekend holds the ultimate potential for not being sorry. It is almost a perfect storm of potential. The last couple weeks I was behaving my self because I kinda liked this girl and did not want to blow it. Well, I asked her if she wanted to do dinner sometime real soon. She asked if Thursday night was good. I said sure. Well the reason it turns out she asked to if Thursday night was good cause she has a date tonight that she never told me about and we’ve been spending some time together. Well, so guess what kids. I’m pretty ticked off and need a way to vent it out. I believe that’s why they created parties, to let loose all that energy.

Second reason for this hype, I am going to Amsterdam. I was not planning on doing anything that may jeopardize my future career but that was before above mentioned. I am going where everything is legalish. I just hope there are no Phelp pictures that I will kill any family-orientated image I may have like Mr. Superman. The guy apologized for partying (one of the world’s greatest athletes and he apologized for putting some THC in him, LAMEEEEEEEEE MIKE DON’T EVER BE SORRY fuck man, how many golds do you have man? 7? 8? A fellow partier who has accomplished so much should have made us proud, instead you said SORRY).

Last but no where least, I am going with some very fun people. One or two of this blog’s readers may know the person I’m talking about, Si. Good ole Si, is an University of Leeds student who originally lived in Bahrain then moved to London. I know him through a mutual best friend (Sorry Meggle$): The Man among men, JD. Anyways, Si and the rest of the young London crowd KNOWS HOW NOT TO BE SORRY (unlike superman Phelps).

Long story short this weekend has almost unlimited potential to kill any of your weekends. yes South Bend I am calling you/ "The Crew" out. Graduation is creeping up. I mean it is second semester of your senior year. cough. Jobs are non-existent and it still is wayyyy to dark out wayyy to early. You guys should be hardcore alchies by now. I'm sure you've had some crazy weekends but step it up a couple notches this weekend in the name of Sweet Lou taking off the party gloves.

Sincerely,

Your Foreign Party Correspondent, Sweet Lou

P.S. One of Si’s friends whose house I am going to on Thursday night is the son of the guy who came up “Who Wants to be a Millionaire?” and I guess the father knows…

WE FOUND YOU!

maybe...? LOL

Sports (W)Rap Up

Dude we watched Puppy Bowl V yesterday. Good shit.

go steelers.. wooo...But the best part of last nights Bowl? BRUUUUUUUCE!!! Rock on Bruce.

http://perezhilton.com/2009-02-01-phelps-apologizes-for-bong-pic

Just a quick introduction to your foreign party correspondent

This is Sweet Lou (aka Luke Blom, Meggle$ cousin and fellow party fiend who creates stories left and right). Anyways, It seems people would love to hear bout the party scene in London(town) and considering I'm spending the semester cross the pond I decided to add whatever hilarity/ sheneghans may occur over here. I mean there are these stores called off license stores that are essentially 24 hour convenicne/ liquor stores and we have one at the bottom of my apartment. 24/7 I have supply of any kind of booze one would desire within a 3 minute travel. I'm also living in apartment that is almost all strictly american college kids. Think Real World or something along those lines. So yeah very shorlty you're gonna be hearing about whatever may occur over here. anyways, tonight is the super bowl and im in London. That means I'll most likely be spending my whole night and early morning in a bar. I'm just glad there are no Mannings in the Super Bowl. I was getting really annoyed with them in all those stupid commercials (sorry Fonts and Ponts, I know you think they're hilarious).

peaaaaaaaaaaace
let the shenighans flow.