THE MAY TWO-FOUR/MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND SUPER DRUNK THREAD!!!

It's the kickoff for summer, kiddies. Do this right like we did at Christmas, and we can mix both of our parties together.

 

The movers are coming sometime today and I haven't slept in over twenty four hours to get everything ready. I have to be at work in a little over an hour and I just finished my last shot of tequila.



This thread will definitely see more of me this weekend.

 

I don't need one, either. She definitely wouldn't have to work hard.

She would, however, have to dress extremely slutty. Condition of employment.

 

I am taking a long weekend/vacation this weekend in DC. Much needed and quite welcome. Going to a concert, hanging out with family. I haven't had a day off since I started my new job in January, which may not seem too long, but is quite long enough. I am ready.

 

Oh I've got some great secretary photos... but I'm pretty sure no one wants to see my cock.

Working till noon then off to the links to see if I can par the course again this year. Still hungover from last nights nonsense so there's a good start.

 

Physics revision today then a Transatlantic gig tonight. Follow this with a weekend of revision for a Quantum Mechanics exam on Monday. I am the coolest person ever.

 

Taking a half day today. I'm turning 27 tomorrow so my friend and I are driving down to Dallas to stay with another friend. I've learned that we are the three guys that when you get us together, its gonna be trouble. I anticipate being blasted drunk the entire weekend, and blowing way to much money at a strip club at least one night. We will be going to a Rangers game Saturday night, and I am stoked for that.

There will probably be super drunk posts from me written on my phone.

 

Working all day, then going home. The fiancé will be doing wedding things tonight, so I'm home alone.

In my future, I predict Iron Maiden, Natural Light, and painting a bedroom in my house. Party.

 

What are you fuckers talking about, summer? I have to wait another three weeks for my summer to begin and what makes this worse is that I've got a paper to hand in next Monday which I've just started working on this morning. It's 4:30 pm here, so it's not too early for a beer, came to think of it it's never to early for a beer.

 

If it was me I'd go with the one that doesn't include eating raw fish and doing coke, but you know that's just me.

 

Mmm, raw fish. I think I'll have that for dinner.

Focus: I work four hours today. In all reality, it'll end up as maybe two at most and that's not including lunch. Then I head home, grab my shit, wait for my roommate and we drive to my buddies place. From there, we all pack into a sweet ass car and drive like mad fuckers down to Drumheller. In Drumheller, we shall drink at the shittiest bars they have in that area and end up back at the friends GF's parents Bed and Breakfast. From Drumheller, we'll drive our sorry ass balls (and one vagina) down into Montana, the great state named after a restaurant, where we'll find ourselves in Great Falls.

From Great Falls, we'll enjoy one of their many casinos, which will include drinking our sorry ass balls off with cheap Americano beers (any suggestions?). Going into Walmart to harass the locals and buy beer*. Hunker down at some random location and continue our night.

Then we do it again and come home Monday.

 

Long weekends for everybody else just means more work for me. Usually I get weekends off, but I have to work tomorrow. Oh yeah, and to make things even better I have the motherfucking flu and haven't ate anything for the past 2.5 days. I don't even know where my body is finding things to throw up now.

 

Tonight I'm going straight from work to mow my mom's lawn. Then I'm going home and drinking a couple beers in the shower. Following that, my girlfriend is preparing a "sexy dinner" for me, and while I have no clue what that will entail, I honestly don't care. Event titles like that need to be trusted. After all the steak and sex--or sex with steaks, or sex on top of steaks--maybe I'll hit up a bar.

Tomorrow I'm waking up whenever the hell I feel like it (for the first Saturday in 3 weeks) and doing a full front brake job on my car, along with an oil change and tire rotation. I may call my buddy over to provide me with conversation and someone to drink with while I work. Tomorrow night I plan on going to my local bar and planting myself on their roof-top patio, cigar in hand, drinking myself silly until I can't anymore, or the bar closes.

Sunday will be spent recovering from Saturday while watching Netflix movies.

Simple as it may seem, this is the first weekend in a while that I have no plans that require traveling, and I'm seriously happy about that.

 

Parents are away again, so I'm home alone and with a bottle of Vat 69, courtesy of the parents' alcohol cabinet. I know my mom won't cause a fuss and my father cannot drink Scotch, so it's all mine. I'm pretty certain that, at the pace I drink whiskey, the bottle will last the weekend.

Otherwise, no plans, other than watching Gran Torino later. Possible alcoholic you say? Nope - I keep my drinking in check. I haven't had any booze since last Friday and don't really feel like having a drink during the week. Maybe I'm weird like that.

 

Just got back from a two hour massage...nice way to start the weekend. Going out to dinner with friends tomorrow night for sushi, then reclaiming the backyard on Sunday, weather permitting. I might even sleep in til 6:00 am or so this weekend.

 

Oh for chrissakes, go wash your ass and then get it to a bar/club/church/anywhere, but your
parents house.
Then, just throw your game at the first woman you see.
You don't even have to get laid, you just have to try.
Obviously, you were smart enough to find this place. You cannot be this hopeless.
The bottle will await your triumphant return.
Go. Now.

 

It is my champagne birthday on Tuesday (25 on the 25th!) and due to the fact that I'm in a wedding next weekend, this weekend is going to be off the hook.

In less than two hours I will be on the golf course with a 12 pack of beer. After shooting my best round of the year, I'm going to head home, grill some steaks and spend some time with the girlfriend.

Tomorrow is when the real mayhem begins.

I'll wake up, voice-track my afternoon on the radio, do a 6K run and then proceed to drink myself into a new level of intoxication. 25 people will gather in a big backyard to play beer-pong, beer darts and strip-poker while roasting hot-dogs and smores on a huge fire-pit.

Have a great weekend Idiots!

 

I have no interest in getting laid, so I see no point in "throwing game" at women. Why is this so difficult for other people to understand? Why is it hopeless if I choose to not go out? I am choosing to not go out simply because I no longer enjoy it. I used to go out multiple times a week and used to feel very empty afterward, as did my wallet.

Quite frankly, I do not understand why people on this board react like this. It's a little disturbing.