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…