IU Visit

[Mr. Blonde]

My friend and I came to visit FC tonight. We'll see how things turn out. Thought i'd make a prelim. post, hopefully the thread isnt wasted tonight.

[underwater]

...apparently it was. I'm disappointed.

It was a good visit, guys.

I'm glad you came.

It was scary and crazy and wild.

AMF.

[Ugly Bastard]

Thanks for the invite, Blonde. Sorry I couldn't make it.

-Ugly Bastard

[ninjaface]

Your new avatar makes me think of Ronald McDonald every time I see it.

[Mr. Blonde]

Originally posted by Ugly Bastard:
Thanks for the invite, Blonde. Sorry I couldn't make it.

-Ugly Bastard

Sorry bud, I figured you were doing one of the three things you always do on weekends.

A. Going to the mall

B. Going Skydiving

C. ...wait, that's all you ever do on weekends.

Since i'm finally un-sick and tired enough to get online for more than 5 consecutive minutes, i'll go over a small recap of last night.

My friend and I (from now on we'll refer to him as "passionfish") got to IU at about 9:00 and then we met up with some people at FC's apt, then went to one of the many liquor stores in the wonderful town of Bloomington. Unfortunately, we did not get to go into the "good one", because some whore who was checking IDs at the front (yes, there was a line for this liqour store, and a parking lot the size of a Marsh) wouldn't let FC in because his ID was a day expired past his birthday. What a bitch. FC proceeded to break the door of this place upon exiting.

We then decided to go to taco bell to get some pre-drinking food. After making fun of a couple that was straight up country, (farmer in overalls and old farmer wife style, all they needed was a pitchfork), and me trying to convince FC to jump on top of a table and scream at the top of his lungs, "I'M FULL!!!", we headed out onto campus to find a liquor store that didnt have a power hungry bitch at the front, and I started out the night with a few 40's and a little bottle of St. Brendans Irish Cream, because that shit is good and it only cost like $.99. Then we went back to FC's apt, and ended up playing beer pong with about 20 other current NR students or alumni.

After getting my ass handed to me a few times in beer pong, more than usual, I took a shot of Jager and hung out until we left. FC, Passionfish, and I got dropped off at the bars down in what could be described as IU's "village" in comparison, if a comparison is possible. IU bars puts BSU to fucking shame. First place we went was called "The Upstairs", which was a long kind of bar, really packed, and the first thing we did was look up over the bar area, fucking bras and panties everywhere hanging up there. i'm talking like thousands, people. It was ridiculous. Then we ordered the bar's famous drink ,the AMF (ADIOS, MOTHER FUCKER). I still don't know what's in this drink, but I know it's huge, blue, spritey taste, and has 6 shots in it. Six fucking shots. I watched them do it. Probably the best mixed drink i've ever had in my life. I bought one for FC for his birthday, because I figure hey, if 6 dollars is all I have to spend on him for his birthday, that's a pretty good deal. We started drinking them and met up with some friends at the back where Passionfish and I started playing pool with some white trash dudes, who were actually pretty cool and good at pool. At one point when I was waiting in line for the bathroom, I came back to find that some fucker tried to start a fight with Passionfish for absolutely no reason and got kicked out by an off-duty bouncer, so i missed that, that kinda sucked.

After we finished our delicious beverages, we headed across the street to Nicks tavern..or bar...or something like that, irish themed, when we got in we originally thought it was gay because it looked more like a restaurant then a bar...then we went to the next huge room..which was a little better...then we went upstairs...which was better...then we kept finding huge fucking rooms in this bar. It was ridiculous. I referred to it this morning as "the fucking closet of Narnia", becuase this place was so misleading. When I say huge rooms, I mean there were at least 2 rooms the size of a ballroom, easily. We played pool there for a while and had a beer, but realized we wanted another AMF so after I got a bloody nose for no fucking reason, we went back to The Upstairs.

This is where the challenge came in. When Passionfish bought FC and I both AMF's (he owed me gas money), he said "if either of you finish this before me, I will buy you another drink". Never being competitive in such small stakes affairs, I did not think much of it. However, FC took the challenge pretty fucking seriously. He had that fucker gone in like 6-7 minutes, and this is no ordinary sized drinks folks, i'd say at least 32oz. It all went downhill from there for all of us. While I was pretty drunk, I could still know what I was doing, but FC was DRUNK. FC left, and Passionfish was still playing pool, so I went a few doors down to La Bambas to meet FC. When I walk in he's just sitting there staring into space, not even touched his burrito. I went up and got one, and I swear I scarfed that fucker down faster and more voraciously than I have ever scarfed before. Like, i could hear and see people laughing at me, but i didnt care. For some reason every ounce of that burrito needed to be in my stomach ASAP. While this was happening, FC went outside to throw up, and I went outside to see what was the commotion. When I went back inside to grab his burrito for him, I found that some fucker stole it. Who steals a burrito, honestly? Drunk bastards. Anyways, we started walking home from the bars, which, if any of you know IU's campus, is pretty retarded, but a feat nonetheless. We needed a ride, but we didnt go there, so we were relying on FC, the guy who was puking/walking simultaneously, becuase he thought it would lessen his chances of getting caught if he didnt stop. At some point I rolled a pool ball I stole from Nicks across the road to passionfish, but the dumb bastard picked it up and threw it we think, because he's an asshole. After several dead ends, and calling some people, we finally found our way home from the bars, where FC immediately passed out, and although I wanted to make a post on Nubblies, I could barely move, so i followed in his footsteps. It was a damn fun night.

EDIT: I guess this isnt' such a "small recap"

[ February 20, 2005, 09:12 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Blonde ]

Drunk is an understatement.

I was no longer human.

I was hungover this evening at 6pm taking an accounting exam.

Crazy, Crazy shit.

Edit:

Great post, by the way Blonde, I love it when people say what happened the night before, so you can piece your memory back together.

There was actually a 2nd minor run-in at The Upstairs but that was resolved quickly. Some guy was getting a little violent toward passionfish, and I (for some drunken reason) thought it would be a good idea to shake his hand and say 'its cool'.

While at Nicks, I ran into my TA whose accounting test I was to take the next day, so I may have lost some benefit of doubt should I not do well on this exam.

On the whole this has been the craziest weekend in recent memory, especially after Friday Night (cops surrounded my apt, found a bunch of stolen roadsings, threadened to take me to jail if they didn't 'magically' return themselves in half an hour). All this while being the only 21 year old, with a keg with my name on it, and 4 drinking tickets alllready given out to some of my guests.

[ February 20, 2005, 10:23 PM: Message edited by: DJ FC ]

[Mr. Blonde]

He was getting violent to me, not passion. You pushed me into that black guy and he started getting pissed off.

[Ugly Bastard]

Originally posted by DJ FC:
I love it when people say what happened the night before, so you can piece your memory back together.

That made me laugh.

-Ugly Bastard

After the crazy weekend, it is only fitting to have a note written and left on your door.

It goes as follows:

"Hey guys!

Today I noticed a lady behind the apartment set picking up literally TONS of beer bottles + party trash. I'm guessing you had a party (?) and threw your cans, etc. off the back balcony... that is not right, guys! That lady does not get paid enough money to pick your wastes up... INCLUDING your puke! At least, clean the puke up yourselves or do it elsewhere

Be considerate!"

Interesting note... we had a keg this weekend, any cans and bottles behind our deck were either allready there or from someone else. The puke on the otherhand, well you can blame Trent Hackett for that, and it's the grossest pile of puke I've ever seen (and right out in front of our apt).

[GNasty]

Although I agree with this note for the most part, I have a couple of problems with it. I can guarentee that woman did not pick up 4000 pounds of beer bottles/party trash, so don't use the word literally. Literally is supposed to be used when refering to something literal. And have the balls, or in this case ovaries, to sign your fucking letter. I'm still waiting on the day people stop puking where they please in my apartment and use the damn toliet.

Oh, and Blonde, you're a cocksucker for trying to steal my moose, I fully intend on stealing something of yours in the near future.

[Mr. Blonde]

ahahahhah. Oh Gnasty. I didn't know that's who you were until just now. I told you i wasn't going to steal him...he was just going to be my good luck drinking charm. You got him back!!!

[GNasty]

Well as long as Mango was returned safely, I'm over it. He must have broughten good luck, because how DJ didn't get arrested on your quest home from the bars is beyond me.

Originally posted by GNasty:
Well as long as Mango was returned safely, I'm over it. He must have broughten good luck, because how DJ didn't get arrested on your quest home from the bars is beyond me.

No shit.

This was my lucky weekend in the fact that while nothing particularily lucky happened to me, it was what didn't happen that should have.