More Willie.
When you and your friend finish an entire bottle of vodka in an hour and a half, three things are usually true.
I. It was a shitty week.
II. It is going to be a great weekend.
III. You won’t remember much.
And all of these things were true for us, so here is a rundown of things that I do remember or, more likely, that people told me.
-Beer pong...did we even try to win?
-Biting Crissy’s head & telling her friend I was only interested in casual sex
-Sneaking into Skybar, why? I don’t know
-Managing to find ways into Samford hall and FOY at 4 in the morning
-Trying to get into the stadium
-Another shitty Auburn restaurant experience
-Talking lots of trash
-Sonic at 5am
-Free shots
-”I know what you’re trying to do”
-Trying to pick up the waitress at Waffle House, Tee
-The serial killer
-Hitchhiking
-Everyone who drove my car
That’s about it. Sunday beckons.
Sunday, October 8, 2006
The Weekend Blur.
No idea where this came from, but it was taken Friday night around 2am.
