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Sep. 19th, 2006 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bazolomewSo I'm back for the moment. I just redid a bunch of icons and decided i might as well continue my chronicalling of my life from the beginning of august to now. I've probably forgotten most of it by now anyway, so it should be rather short.
So after I woke up I went up to Grafton with Logan. He took me out to eat at a Mexican place and I bought my first drink, but they didn't even card me! I was bummed. I had a Pina Colada that was STRONG on the Lime flavoring, and then took a sip of his Corona, and kinda liked it. We then drove to the house, parked, and walked to the nearby bar. The bar was like... 2 rooms with a bar along one edge, 1 pool table at the back of the second room and a couple picnic tables in the middle. And a jukebox with more Country than I've ever seen. I had a Fuzzy Navel because they couldn't make me a Tequila Sunrise, then I had a double shot of Sour Apple Pucker (love that stuff) and finished with a Mike's Hard Lemonade. We played 3 games of pool where I beat him twice, and sunk half of his balls for him the other time, so all in all I was playing pretty well. After the Lemonade I started feeling kinda like walking wouldn't be the best idea, so we walked back. I lay down on the floor ready to sleep, and he gave me a shot of 100 proof Canadian Whiskey that was horrible and put me over the edge. We talked for a while, then I laughed for a good 20 minutes straight, then conked out.
The next day I drove back home, spent a week without much incident, then drove to Pet's house the next weekend. I'm having memory problems for everything we did, but it culminated in her hubby driving us to the bar at a Day's Inn. So, yeah. Feeling the Dean vibe already, cuz, yanno, bar in motel. So I start off with a Fuzzy Navel again, cuz I like it, and we wait for a pool table to open, and throw darts instead. So Dean might rock at it, and Jensen rocks so hard he's moved on to knives, but I SUCK ASS. I like missed by a mile everytime. But it was fun times. We finally got a pool table and yeah. Dean so started oozing from me. I was kicking Pet's ass, because, yanno, older brother=better at pool, ( ;) ) and she bought me a smirnoff so I started getting more drunk and sucked more. We played a while having a good time laughing and kinda dancing to the Save a Horse, Ride a Jared Padalecki songs that kept playing... (what is it with country in bars? everyone wants their Texan on, I guess) until this lady who was like in her 50s came over and wanted the table. We were content to give it to her, but she was like, "No, I play the winner... you could have a chance of keeping the table." I'm like "Uhm" and I glance at Pet and the Dean in me is like "GO FOR IT DUMBASS" and I'm like... "ok".
The Moral of the story is my inner Dean needs to shut his ass up unless he likes being KILLED by OLD LADIES at POOL. Because I went down. Hard. I maybe hit one ball in. She was doing two in the same shot. It was so embarassing. And then there's Pet doing a dead on smirky Sammy... "Dude, you got beat by an old lady."
We decided to get going after I'd done another double shot of Sour Apple Pucker, and then got a Corona after trying a Heinakin and realizing I don't like it. We got back and fell asleep. I'm sure we did other stuff during the weekend, like watch things and stuff, but I really can't remember.
And that's pretty much how I spent my birthday. I have to say, even with the moving, it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had. So thank you to everyone who participated in some form or another for making my 21st so great and memorable. *loves on everyone*
So last year I posted like everything about Band Camp and stuff. Well this year I'm only gonna post the basics. I started copying music during the second week of August and put everything in individual folders for each person. It took a while. Then leadership camp rolled around and we planned and I spent a good time with Nick, John, and John again, who are now all living together. I love hanging with them. They're like... the definition of guys. They all have air-soft guns now, (Nick has a frickken shotgun), and their apartment is the war-zone that their dorms were x10. They spend their nights shooting each other repeatedly, playing video games, finding more ways to hurt each other, and laughing about it. They're like... who I wish I was if I was a guy.
Band Camp started well, everyone got music, but I spent the ENTIRE WEEK copying more or doing more songs or getting other shit ready. Part of my section didn't even know I played because I would march with them, but music rehersals were spent with me copying stuff in the other room while everyone else had rehersal. I got to know them really well though, and OMG we don't have ANYONE I hate this year. And I'm standing next to veterans and people I like. Though I got a little upset at the one field commander, it's nothing like the hell it was last year. Band this year ROCKS. And that's all I'll say cuz there's not much specifics to go into that I care about at the moment.
I think that's it for tonight. I still wanna talk about:
Roommate,
Classes,
Labor Day in PA,
Project Runway,
work,
and Rent, though.
And maybe some Frat stuff too. But another night. Gnite.
So after I woke up I went up to Grafton with Logan. He took me out to eat at a Mexican place and I bought my first drink, but they didn't even card me! I was bummed. I had a Pina Colada that was STRONG on the Lime flavoring, and then took a sip of his Corona, and kinda liked it. We then drove to the house, parked, and walked to the nearby bar. The bar was like... 2 rooms with a bar along one edge, 1 pool table at the back of the second room and a couple picnic tables in the middle. And a jukebox with more Country than I've ever seen. I had a Fuzzy Navel because they couldn't make me a Tequila Sunrise, then I had a double shot of Sour Apple Pucker (love that stuff) and finished with a Mike's Hard Lemonade. We played 3 games of pool where I beat him twice, and sunk half of his balls for him the other time, so all in all I was playing pretty well. After the Lemonade I started feeling kinda like walking wouldn't be the best idea, so we walked back. I lay down on the floor ready to sleep, and he gave me a shot of 100 proof Canadian Whiskey that was horrible and put me over the edge. We talked for a while, then I laughed for a good 20 minutes straight, then conked out.
The next day I drove back home, spent a week without much incident, then drove to Pet's house the next weekend. I'm having memory problems for everything we did, but it culminated in her hubby driving us to the bar at a Day's Inn. So, yeah. Feeling the Dean vibe already, cuz, yanno, bar in motel. So I start off with a Fuzzy Navel again, cuz I like it, and we wait for a pool table to open, and throw darts instead. So Dean might rock at it, and Jensen rocks so hard he's moved on to knives, but I SUCK ASS. I like missed by a mile everytime. But it was fun times. We finally got a pool table and yeah. Dean so started oozing from me. I was kicking Pet's ass, because, yanno, older brother=better at pool, ( ;) ) and she bought me a smirnoff so I started getting more drunk and sucked more. We played a while having a good time laughing and kinda dancing to the Save a Horse, Ride a Jared Padalecki songs that kept playing... (what is it with country in bars? everyone wants their Texan on, I guess) until this lady who was like in her 50s came over and wanted the table. We were content to give it to her, but she was like, "No, I play the winner... you could have a chance of keeping the table." I'm like "Uhm" and I glance at Pet and the Dean in me is like "GO FOR IT DUMBASS" and I'm like... "ok".
The Moral of the story is my inner Dean needs to shut his ass up unless he likes being KILLED by OLD LADIES at POOL. Because I went down. Hard. I maybe hit one ball in. She was doing two in the same shot. It was so embarassing. And then there's Pet doing a dead on smirky Sammy... "Dude, you got beat by an old lady."
We decided to get going after I'd done another double shot of Sour Apple Pucker, and then got a Corona after trying a Heinakin and realizing I don't like it. We got back and fell asleep. I'm sure we did other stuff during the weekend, like watch things and stuff, but I really can't remember.
And that's pretty much how I spent my birthday. I have to say, even with the moving, it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had. So thank you to everyone who participated in some form or another for making my 21st so great and memorable. *loves on everyone*
So last year I posted like everything about Band Camp and stuff. Well this year I'm only gonna post the basics. I started copying music during the second week of August and put everything in individual folders for each person. It took a while. Then leadership camp rolled around and we planned and I spent a good time with Nick, John, and John again, who are now all living together. I love hanging with them. They're like... the definition of guys. They all have air-soft guns now, (Nick has a frickken shotgun), and their apartment is the war-zone that their dorms were x10. They spend their nights shooting each other repeatedly, playing video games, finding more ways to hurt each other, and laughing about it. They're like... who I wish I was if I was a guy.
Band Camp started well, everyone got music, but I spent the ENTIRE WEEK copying more or doing more songs or getting other shit ready. Part of my section didn't even know I played because I would march with them, but music rehersals were spent with me copying stuff in the other room while everyone else had rehersal. I got to know them really well though, and OMG we don't have ANYONE I hate this year. And I'm standing next to veterans and people I like. Though I got a little upset at the one field commander, it's nothing like the hell it was last year. Band this year ROCKS. And that's all I'll say cuz there's not much specifics to go into that I care about at the moment.
I think that's it for tonight. I still wanna talk about:
Roommate,
Classes,
Labor Day in PA,
Project Runway,
work,
and Rent, though.
And maybe some Frat stuff too. But another night. Gnite.
