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I had a fun weekend! Pete and I drove down to see Whitney and her Toddest and it felt REALLY REALLY REALLY good to be there, and GAWD did it make me miss living close to them. Todd created a pool beer pong table in the few hours before we arrived, and we played beer pong in their White Trash Bithlo Pool (their words!). It was fun, but I don't have the magic drinking powers I once had (college) and unfortunately I still have the same beer ponging powers (which means I lose. Every time.) and therefore drank...... a lot. Or maybe a little but a lot for these days. So to sum up my story, forty minutes later Pete peeled my sleeping face off the toilet seat and dragged me to bed. Two minutes went by and I found my head once again in the toilet, this time throwing up. HILARIOUS I KNOW! And Whitney is such a sympathetic friend because she decided it would only be nice to throw up as well just to make me feel better (THAT'S why you threw up, right Whit?) except she threw up in the middle of the night, but peaches to pears my friends (wait, that's totally not the right saying is it? apples to oranges? sticks to stones? apples to apples!?) and suffice to say we were both hurting a little bit in the morning. But I'd go back and re-do the entire night, pukies and all, because it was great to be around those two.
And now I'm going to slather my feet in lotion because they along with my hands are feeling really dry and nastay right now, and then I plan on watching The Tudors and going to bed. Thrilling I know.
5 comments:
ferrealz dude you haven't updated in awhile. i want to put with you guys one night here after I have the babe!...but who pukes from beer?
who DOESN'T puke from beer! Ugh, it just doesn't sit right anymore. That or like 50 pizza rolls maybe?
whatevs.
I like peaches to pears personally, haha.
It is completely possible to puke from beer and to be hung over for +24 hours from it. I miss playing beer pong. I'm usually the drunk one that starts shit talking during the game.
Nat-A night after the bebe sounds GOOD, I can't wait to meet him!
Whit-I COMPLETELY forgot about the pizza rolls until seeing the dirty pan the next morning at which point my first thought was "what did they cook after I went to bed?"
P-huong- I can be a bit of a shit talker too, but I suck...so...usually I'm the one you'll see chucking the remaining beer over her shoulder because I just can't drink a full cup in a minute! Can't do it!
I think that apples and oranges also equate out to picklers and dickles... it's weird, I know, but this is what I learned in 3rd grade...
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