Remember how this blog was created for an academic purpose? Well its assignment time again. For our last project, we were required to film a short movie (3-5 min per person) and then edit it using iMovie HD. The content of our film needed to incorporate ritual or response. And the first thing that came to mind when I read our parameters? Beer Pong. So here it is kiddies, a 13 minute video on a long ass beer pong game we had two sunday nights ago.

yeah, you know you wish you had my skills.

xoxo velvetpockets

Blame it on the Natty

Hey, here's an idea! How about we turn this into the Meggles Only party blog.... Yeah? Because that's what its turning into, "crew." Step it up bitches. (Yeah I said it.)

I had to be sober for 2 weeks. Brauchness had her comp. Everyone else has just been lame. I didn't exactly make it the full two weeks, but 12 days is long enough! I was sober on Saint Patty's Day in South Bend so... yeah, I deserve some natty.

The Crew hit up Finny's on Wednesday. We got there around 12:30-1sh and there was NO ONE there. (Except Chicken Liver was playing.) We copped a table, drank some vodka and vodka's (thanks to the student bar tenders) and got our party on. Pretty soon, Finny's got pretty packed and it was a rip roaring good time. We did some grooving and shit. We even managed to throw a Friendship Circle in there before the night was over.

We've been hanging out on the stoop after the bars lately... Is that weird?

On Thursday, the Crew woke up with a FeVeR. (We really havn't Feve-ed since like, January... We needed it.) Feve was Feve... Whatever. EXCEPT they played I'm In Miami BITCH which rocked. (Still digging that song.) We went to Vesuvius, (that sketchy pizza place near Fever) and it was boppin'. It definately reminded me of Pizza Buona in Roma.

Friday.... Senior Art Comp gallery opening. Everyone made awesome stuff. Brauchness presented. Woooo. Heeeeyyyyy.....

Last night we went to Hood Internet. They were mash-up DJ's like GirlTalk and it was awesome. We went to fucking Legends. It was kind of like a knock-off Fever. Way fun though. Crew was wasted and we danced up a storm.

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Palm Bitch, Meggles perspective

Enough is enough! The crew has been meaning to blog about the past week of our lives. It was incredible. It must be made public. We were going to try and blog each day but it got difficult with hangovers and 80 degree weather. I'm going to do my BEST to summarize the week and hopefully the other crew members will contribute their own perspectives...



THURSDAY:
I arrived!!! I think Palm Beach missed me. MK x2 got in around midnight or so and I was already passed out from partying the night before bummer.

FRIDAY: MK x 2 and I bopped around in down town PB aka the land of many Bentleys. We went to the beach club around noonish to lay out and drank some margs. We had to pick up Brauch, Curls and C-Murf so we took road margs and got them. Once the crew was assembled, we hung out and went to dinner at the Land of Many Beers (aka yardhouse.) We got a couple of goblets, some 10-pints, some delish nom and got kinda drunk. We went home and lost a few crew members (C-murf and Brauch) but the rest of us ventured out to Bradley's on Chlamydia street (Clematis St.) Guess what? They had BEER PONG! We got on the table, and held it the whole night. MKM and I met some hotties. One guy went to high school with a friend of mine from home. MK found another Ken, which rocked. MKK and Curls left early, got lost and had to come back to pick MKM and I back up because well, we kind of got ditched. Whatever.

SATURDAY: Hung out during the day.. whatev. We assembled a CAR BAR!! It was awesome. We went to Nick and Nora's for dinner (Nick and Jonnies) and our waitress acted as though she would rather insert pins under her fingernails than serve us. Whatever. After our late dinner, we went back to Bradley's for another rowdy night. We carbar-ed in a parking lot where we witnessed a prostitute doing bumps and numbies. It was awesome and reminded us of a dear friend from school. Bradley's was a lot more crowded than the night before, dance floor and everything. They played AWESOME music too. (THEY PLAYED DAZZEY DUKS BY DUICE 4 TIMES) We met some really nice guys at the outdoor bar and chatted it up with them for awhile. Then we moved inside and witnessed the "Booty-shaking contest." HOLY SHIT I have never seen such trash in my life. One homegirl had her man, (or a random, who knows) rubbing her ass and wiping sweat off her face the whole time. I guess you can really work up a sweat crab walking on a bar. Yikes so after watching the contest, I figured out that I am white and I was not made to move like that. I then asked a bartender if I could have a "White-Girl Dance Contest" and he reluctantly said sure... so I hopped up on the bar and dragged c-murf up with me! I pulled out some of my signiture moves (fist pump, clueless, etc) and I won. When I got off the bar, the crew met the Boaters (Will, Simba, Brian and Linger.) They became our friends for the next few nights. We quickly made a friendship circle to "New York, New York" and then Bradleys closed and we got kicked out. We annoyed everyone we could find by singing multiple NFL cheers, "GO IRISH, BEAT SOBER," and the lyrics to our new favorite song, "I'm on a BOAT."
SUNDAY: Hang-over breakfast at Testa's. That place is way famous. We spent the day kickin' in the pool, doing flips and shit. C-murf has a great whale jump but Brauch takes the mother fucking cake when it comes to pool tricks. While in the pool, a plane flew over with a message that said "Reggae Band at Waterway Cafe Tonight." DONE! we had a delish dinner at the beach club, (TREMENDOUS KEY LIME PIE) Then we headed out for the night. Well... waterway was a blackout. We went to the cabana as soon as we could, (which is where we found out later, "all the white people go.") After a marg there, we had had enough and ventured back to the land of many beers to get some goblets. The Boaters met up with us and we went to another bar called Snuggles, (The Snuggery.) This bar refused to serve Will since he was only 20. Everyone in there hated us as well. We kind of chugged beers and left, although we still wanted to party. The Boaters suggested an after-party and we couldn't say no!! I had to go as collateral in their car which was a blast. Well we raged and drank all of the boaters' beer by shotgunning. Then we drank some champagne. Some people went swimming. Those same people passed out. It got kind of late and we had to sleep at Boaters' house. It was fine except for the creepy late-night footrubbing and molesting I received from one Boater after I (not-so)kindly asked him not to touch me. We all woke up, laughed off the night and went to Paris, (our favorite breakfast place where the servers don't hate us!)

MONDAY: We were hungover. We made a gallon of Voodoo juice and drank almost all of it by the pool. We went to a Midnight dinner at Bradley's. Played some pong. Met some WEIRDOS who we're pretty sure were still in high school. We witnessed a girl our age make out with a 70-yr-old dude. Now that's just gross! We were a little out of it and only stayed out til 3.

TUESDAY: We weren't that hungover! At breakfast at Paris, we received another party fly-over message. This one said "Dr. FeelGood's- No Cover. Ladies drink free 8-Midnight." DDONE!!!! (We went to Dr. Feelgoods last year and deemed it, "The Fever of Palm Beach") Hung out in the pool/beach. Went to dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. Went to the bar around 10 and got DRUUUUNK. We had piles of free drinks on our table! It was awesome. The Boaters showed up too! (The top tier of boaters because the other two left, good.) Don't really remember too much about Fever. Brauch MKK and I popped over to Bradley's for a round of pong with the freaks from the night before and SPRINTED out before the game was over. That rocked. The crew got in a fight on the way home. Whatever, we were laughing about it the next morning.

WEDNESDAY: Our last full day in Paradise. We went back to Testa's and this brunch was a lot less enjoyable. Probably because we were EXTREMELY hung-over rather than just being really hung-over. I definitely vommed in the bathroom. Sorry Testa's.... We took it REALLY easy after that and just kicked it by the pool. That night we had dinner at MKM's grandparents house. They are soo sweet and I love them. We got pretty rowdy and watched real world, (I fell asleep in the middle of it.)

THURSDAY: The crew (minus me) had a 7 am flight to chi-town. I drove them to the airport at 5 and then came home and went back to bed because I felt like shit. I went back to the airport around 11:30 and felt like hell mixed with death. I vommed in the airport in cleveland and my flight to south bend was hella delayed. When I finally got to SB, Brauch and Curls were there to pick me up! Holla! We met up with C-Murf at my place and watched 30 Rock, Eastbound and Down, and this movie called The Wackness.

FRIDAY: Niente de speciale. South Bend sucks.

SATURDAY: We woke up early to take the train into chi-town to party for st. patty's. This day was doomed from the start for me. C-Murf couldnt go because her eye was infected or some shit. I still didn't feel 100% but I def. didn't want to miss out on partying, so I went. We snuck some beers on the train (which was a huge mistake for me.) By the time we got to the city, I couldn't even breathe because my stomach hurt so bad. I ended up going to NorthWestern Memorial hospital. I got right into the ER thanks to some awesome connections. I also got a bodyguard- a friendly New Zealander/Yale graduate named James. Brauch stayed by my side as well, thank god. I had to give some blood, pee in a cup, drink two Barium smoothies, get a cat scan, take anti-biotics and I got shot up with a bunch of morphine, (at least I sort of got to party...) I had to stay over night and was released the next day since I was able to keep jello down. They diagnosed me with an epiploic appendagitis. Wtf? fml. Well I'm better now, except for the fact that I can't drink for TWO FUCKING WEEKS! Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. FML.

Top Three SBPB Jams:
I'm On a Boat- The Lonely Island ft. T-Pain
I'm In Miami Bitch- LMFAO
Beautiful- Akon

I'm not sorry, I like to party.

Meggle$

Palm Bitch

Palm Beach is absolutely beautiful!!!! I can't WAIT for the rest of CREW to get here. Hurry upppp!!!

I don't really remember HOW I got here though.... oh well, not sorry.

Meggles

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hey crew. i just felt like posting some updates. in chronological order.

1. PALM BEACH TOMORROW!! i cant wait. i just dropped meggles off at the airport. she'll be there by like noon. bitch. 

2. saint patricks day part I- chicago!! this is also a roma reunion. JaJa will be in town and we invited chad to come in. someone needs to get in touch with fache. 

3. saint patricks day part II!!! PARADE PARADE PARADE. last years st pattys day was a highlight of my college career. i hope we find the bagpipers again.

laf party looks like it could be pretty legit. actually i just checked the fb even and its up to 283 confirmed guests! its going to be a riot!! question mark is going... :)

4. other megan is coming to party!! i made her come on a thursday so that she could be sure to experience fever. get ready crew.

yap, thats about it. happy birthday mk!

xoxo velvetpockets

WOOOO

Sunday Funday is back with a vengeance.

Happy Birthday MK!

Corby's SUCKS lately... we need to stop going, for serious. Maybe it will be cool again when they open up the outdoor part.

went to finnys tonight on a wednesday and guess who I saw......
JOHN AND FRIEND!!!! thank god!

There was more I wanted to talk about but I forgot

Im a little drunk... and im leaving now to go to the airport to go to PALM BITCH!!!!

(see you there crew)

xoxo MeGgLe$$

last thursday night

just remembered, i got hit on by a black guy



the weekend of the black guy i guess.

I don't know how to shut the hell up sometimes

last saturday night i almost got my ass kicked at some club nearby here's the story.


ummm i still dont know exactly what happened. one second i was dancing next second i know i have some black guy yelling at me all getting up in my face. i couldnt understand a word he was saying a) cause of the music and b) i wasnt used to his accent so i kept on saying what, i can't hear you. some girl that i saw maybe 4 minutes before all this came over to pull him away. she said something bout you should get the hell out of here. i started scratching my head continued dancing for a second. he came up to me again. i really wanted to punch him at this point but thought it'd be kinda stupid. i've never been kicked out of a club before and didnt want to start a trend. the girl pulls him away from me again ( mind you this girl was white and the black dude was a lil bit biger than me and had a couple more pound of muscle but at the same time he was surely british, so i automatically assume he is a pussy and never had anything really scary happened to him so i didnt care, i know someone of you will say oh so what makes you so tought luke? i say have you ever had your lip almost completely ripped off or thought some coked out douchebag that you kicked out of your house was wandering around with a gun? yeah two closed fists from some guy who doesnt even have to worry bout guns makes me laugh a little.)

so the girl pulls him away again and says you bloody hell should get out of here. i turned around the kid i was with had completely peaced it by then. fucking pussy. so i leave just to find out where he went. like ditching your mate isnt an acceptable thing to do unless you're gonna get a shag out of it. once i catch up with him and find out why he... Read More left, cause he's a racist asain and is afraid of black guys. i leave him to go back to the club. i was very pissed off someone thought they had a right to make me and my bud feel so comfortable that he left. by that time i was so drunk i thought the principal of it was so important that i didn't care that i was gonna get my ass kicked. got back in, ordered another beer. walked around the whole club, couldnt find the guy. so i left. that was my saturday night.


thursday night was a ridiculous time also. have you been so drunk that you knew you were a couple blocks away but had no idea exactly where you were so you took a cab back? I did, I have no idea how much it cost. I didnt know about the cab until maybe 5pm the next day when my room mate (scott) asked me if i remembered that i ditched him at some kebab place and told him i was going to take a taxi.

Never EVER again.

I'm semi-sorry for partying...

Meggles