Hey guys. I've been meaning to write this for a while, and for some reason now at 1am on Thursday, February 11 twentyten I feel like writing. To be a bit serious, one of the most terrible things I have ever lived through, occurred this past summer. My second mother, and more importantly my best friends mother, passed away very very suddenly. This woman, Ann, will forever be one of the most amazing people that I know.
Ann is actually the person that made me my first drink. A 7&7 which I still LOVE to this day. I have never been more fucked up than in the month after she left. Amazingly, a few weeks before I was able to spend a week with her and her family in a rented beach house about an hour south of us in Crescent Beach, Florida.
However, our fun started when (other) Megan got into the airport around 1130 one Thursday evening. She obviously wanted to go straight to the bars, so to pregame, I made sure to put together a carbar (duh). The carbar consisted of some type of liquor, beers and herbs. Sam and Peter came with me to pick up Megan, so they too were enjoying the car bar experience. Poor planning on my part, we ran out of chaser. I think. Maybe we just decided to put it aside. Regardless, when we had gotten to jax beach, we started pulling shots from the bottle minus a chaser when Megan stumbled on a really fantastic gem of partying advice that I am going to pass along to you now:
After taking whatever shot, I think this would even work with like Popov, immediately follow with a spray or two of Binaca. It COMPLETELY takes away the alcohol taste and leaves your breath minty fresh! (your welcome)
Anyways
After raging around jax beach bars for a bit, we made plans to meet up with a few friends at Bushs house. Either that or we just showed up. Probably the latter. Because when we got to Bush's, no one was home. So we just sat in his driveway, rolled up a j, and even peed in his yard (not sorry) until our friends showed up. There we raged a bit and this was where Peter and I struck upon a deal. He would become my personal bartender for summer. It worked out soo well! He was already trying to get his license and all I had to do was buy him lunch or dinner that day and tell him what I wanted to drink. All night long. Peter (familiarize yourselves, Peter is 18 and now attending Tulane University and partying like its 1999.. duh! and also one of my best friends) has actually been my unofficial bartender since he was in like 8th grade when he would always make the most (always) ridiculous (usually) delicious drinks. That night we decided that "my" drink is really just a giant 7&7. Like fishbowl size. Which he kindly prepared for me.
The end of this night forays perfectly into the beach house..
THE BEACH HOUSE
The beach house was soooo sick! Well, obviously it was on the beach, but even better it slept like 20. Comfortably. The entire second floor was beds and game equipment- mini bowling, card table, ping pong, a gazelle and i think even air hockey. Other Megan was coming in town for the week long event as well as her brother and her uncles family. You will know him from here out as U.P. Since this all happened in June, and its now February, the details are a little fuzzy. But I can tell you that UP hails from Cali and is huge wine aficionado (I would say wino but as I learned about a year ago, a wino constitutes homelessness). We went through bottles and bottles of the most amazing wines. We spent the week drinking, smoking and just hanging by the beach. Each night we would have a different group of friends over to the second floor where we would just get fucked up and play. One night Megan and I went on a liquor run, with her brothers credit card, to pick up the ingredients for this rum punch (apparently you arent even supposed to ask whats in it, but just drink it? i dont know) and on our way back we stopped at this little dive bar right across from the beach called the Sand Bar. Perfect, right? So we walked in and ordered the only things we could think to order- 2 bud lights and 2 shots of jack. We hung out for a little while with the locals, each and every one of them enamored with the novelty of two girls named Megan that love to shoot whiskey.
One of the nights Megans little brother, Peter came back from a crappy night at work and just needed to get drunk. So of course we drank with him. Megan passed out early, and Nick, the older brother, tried to stay up as long as he could, but he too passed out wasted on a game room couch. This is when (okay, Nicholas, i take all of the blame, but still not sorry :) ) decided we needed to write all over nick. I thought that it was PERFECT advertising space for the blog, and proceeded to write IM NOT SORRY I LIKE TO PARTY.B, in sharpie, from his knee to his foot. I figured that i could just photoshop in the rest of the LOGSPOT.COM later (see above image).
those are the HIGHlights from the beach house.. im sure Megan will let me know if ive forgotten any :)
NEXT: 4th of July
To preface: fourth of july 2008 was one of the best days of. my. life. Everyone in Jacksonville Beach just hops on bikes and cruises around the beaches partying- its AMAZING. I just happened to be riding my friend's grandfather's TRICYCLE complete with basket in back. In my basket I carried a cooler full of beer and a beer bong. As if thats not heaven enough, we randomly ran into my friend Adair at this party who had a band on the roof and shes all like hey i have shrooms you interested? It was Megans and Is first shroom experience and as i said before, turned it into the best day ever. I literally had tan lines on my face from smiling so much!
Hilarious side note: the cash for my shrooms was sweetly given to me by my FAVORITE middle school teacher I just happened to run into!! He just shoved some cash in my hand and told me to have fun. Then like 10 minutes later i was offered the shrooms. FATE!
So, wanting to have another fantastic fourth, my friend L (i dont know if he wants me to use his name..fuck it) LOGAN and i split an eighth of shrooms and headed down to the beaches with Peter in tow. Logan decided that he wanted to go see a friend who was renting a house in jax beach, so Peter and I decided to hit up a party and wait for my shrooms to kick in. Apparently the kids that own the house were in a local band, but to me they all just looked like characters from entourage. seriously! Vinny and Turtle and they even had a friend they called E. Anyways after chilling there for a bit Peter and I cruised around on our bikes, of course, and I ended up puking in a bush. Unfortunately, the shrooms only hindered my party this year, so Pete and I biked to Logan at his friends beach house, and thats when we learned whose house it really was. Yes it was his friend, but what we didnt know was that it was a cast member from Twilight!!! Twilight girl was nice and all, but I hope the next time I meet her, I'm not tripping. However, the best part about twilight girls beach house i learned a few months ago.
I was chilling with a few friends having a beer when somehow this beach house gets brought up and we come to learn that this girl was really good friends with Twilight Girl and had been partying there for a few days. Now, this is honestly one of the most RIDICULOUS stories i have ever heard, and it just happened to occur hours after I left. So I guess after a rowdy night, and some scandalous transgressions, one of the girl friends got pissed and went to sleep on the couch downstairs. When everyone woke up in the morning, this girl said the entire house was covered in POOP. Poop on the walls, poop on the doors, poop on doorhandles, poop on the girl on the couch, poop all over the bathroom just POOP EVERYWHERE! The explanation? The pissed off girl on the couch SLEPT POOPED WALKED. like literally grabbing and smearing (i am SO grossed out right now). WHAT???? holyyy shiiit i couldnt even imagine!!
yikes.
anyways.. that about wraps up June through July 4th.. more ridiculousness will be coming soon
xoxo
@BrauchOnCouch
So Friday night was fun, felt a little crapy on Saturday, but nothing to horrible. Thennn Sarturday night came along. My family and I had plans to go to the Hofbrauhaus...so I knew it would probably be a rowdy night. So we dranks lotsss of beers and then stood on the benches and danced with our big beers and listened to those guys play some great music in their little german outfits. So awesome. 
