On the drive up, I took a steady diet of quaaludes and horse paralyzers. Jessie, on the other hand, went the opposite route, inventing what she deemed the "Speed Bull," a combination of cocaine, speed, Red Bull, and vodka.
At a bar called Harper's, Jessie and Kate got blitzed. As you can see here, they were double-fisting straight Jameson (neat) and wheat beer.
After she gets drunk, Kate likes to take pictures of herself that show off her talents and will attract a lot of hits on her Yahoo Personals page.
Some bisexual midget kept bothering us, going on and on about how his height makes him the perfect one-night stand for anyone, so Tron totally karate chopped him.
What was weird is that Tron has never let on that he was a completely flaming homosexual. But when he's with his buddies in East Lansing, it's Cocktoberfest. First, it was a simple peck on the cheek from his friend Grieve, piquing Tron's interest. Then it escalated to some sort of ritualistic Spartan licking game. After a couple more drinks, Grieve was ready to be the middle piece of a San Franciscan version of finger cuffs.
Saturday Night
Random Mav and Goose shots from throughout the night.
Group picture. Notice the devil in a Titleist hat in the background.
Interestingly, this was not the first time I've seen a box of Franzia playing pool.
Tron likes to ruin pictures too. Oh, I finally get Kate's costume. She was being ironic because there are no doctors in West Virginia. Hence, the Fisher-Price stethoscope.
If this picture doesn't shout "we eat shit," I don't know what does.
Jessie was a bat, as I explained in a previous post. Apparently in addition to spreading their wings, bats like to eat their arms and try to make guys in leisure suits join the minions of the undead.
Where's Tron's right hand?
Surrounded by sorostitutes, Kate ponders why she dressed up as a non-slutty doctor.
One of the best side effects of alcohol is that it turns vampire bats and doctors into big ol' dykes.
By the end of the night, we were all good and liquored. Goni had taken off his mustache. Tron started angrily raining blows on my wife. We started leading the bar in a big ceiling-pointing contest. A confused and distraught Scooby Doo saw what we were doing and turned away in disgust.
For some reason, Kate and Jessie were really excited about the tool at the burrito place dressed up like that SOB Harry Potter. And they once again made the mistake of letting me take the picture, meaning that it was all crotch. Take that, pagan!
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1 comment:
um, yeah, nice photos. i'm going to have to do some add'l editing next time. fun wknd!
k
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