It Was A Long/Drunk Weekend: Part 4

I really should have just done a 20,000 word post while everything was still "fresh" in my mind.

In which it is now Saturday....

Saturday morning I woke up and made myself a healthy breakfast of an egg and cheese sandwich. The breakfast sandwich consisted of upwards of 3 eggs and a piece of cheese to match each. After eating, I headed next door to see what sort of hard labor Lauren and Heather had planned for me.

I carried chairs, a poker table, hung up Christmas lights (in May) and other assorted tasks before running off to lounge in my living room. I went out and got more beer. I surfed the internet. Just like you're doing right now! (You and I - we are so the same.)

The party was set to start at 4 and I really don't remember much of what happened before it. Mike was at work, working on his 20-somethingth hour of OT for the week. (Keep in mind I was sent home early on Friday.) I hung out next door and waited for the "party people" to show up.

At around 1 I had my first beer of the day - a Labatt. It was delicious. As I sat on my couch drinking it while watching Pee Wee's Big Adventure, I knew it was going to be a good day.

I also knew I was going to have an absolutely banging hangover on Sunday.

So with complete disregard for my future self, I had a couple more beers while I flipped between Pee Wee and GO. (Which has one scene worth watching.)

When 4 o'clock came around I headed over to Lauren's so that I could drink socially greet my friends as they arrived. Of course Foker and Katie (And 4 other friends) were the first ones to show up. I feel like their entrance may have lost something since there was no one there to say "OMG! Hey you guys!" or anything of the sort.

We escorted everyone to the backyard where the drinks were waiting. There were also cigars, fedoras, and fake mustaches. (Havana Nights-theme) Mike put on a fake mustache and since he's a filthy Italian, he looked extremely natural in it.

Kyle and his lady friend were two of the first non-bridal party guests to arrive. Their final decision for a dish to share? 118 Jell-O shots. As they walked onto the lawn, Foker's sister and husband showed up with a punch bowl full of fruit soaked in Everclear vodka. As they approached I noted that, "Unless I miss my guess - we're in for one wild night."*

The party filled up fairly quickly and we broke away for a game of jarts. Kyle and I beat Mike and Tauren handily. Tauren is the longterm boyfriend of the maid of honor. He would make quite the impression before the evening was through.

After the jarts we settled down for a game of poker. Tauren went out first and bought back in. Then he ended up knocking me out and frustrating the hell out of me. (Of course who doesn't when I'm playing poker?)

As soon as I busted out I got up and distanced myself from the situation. By that I mean I grabbed a beer and started bitching from 3-feet from the table. To help me calm my nerves, Foker and I decided to light up a see-gar.


As you can see in the picture above we had Keystone and Bud, but much to the dismay of no one, we didn't have any Genny Light. (Sorry UU) There were also some Nick Lachey's (Miller Lite) and as mentioned previously - Jell-O shots. Back to the story...

As you can see it was chilling time. I smoked that cigar for about 2-hours until it was finally pointed out to me that I was taking way too long. What can I say? I like to take my time.

The cigars signaled the turn in the weekend. The sun was beginning to set. People were starting to buzz. The cooler was getting slowly lighter. The men smoked cigars and drank while the women giggled about unimportant "wedding details" and drank to a lesser extent. And it was good.

Tune in next time for Part 5: In which we watch UFC 85...

*I didn't really quote 300 at this point in the day, but I totally should have. I think it would have been super badass.