Recent partying has taken it's toll on me. Last weekend Bonnie threw another one of her gatherings. To review Bonnie's past parties:
- Beer, Sex, Beer: where you were guaranteed two out of the three.
- Stoplight: you wore green in places you liked to be touched and red in places you didn't.
- Jammin' with Salmon: The Nintendo Power Pad was pulled out and Will grilled salmon. Notably the exact moment he started juggling machetes was the exact moment the police showed up.
- St. Patrick's: My catch phrase "Beer me" was printed on t-shirts to read "Beer me, I'm Irish." Hilarious.
- Not a party, but there was the time Bonnie and I posed for a newspaper ad for a bar in our bikinis for the grand charge of one free shot each. Yes, I still have the ad. No, my parents don't know.
For Fat Tuesday, I drove back to school because my platonic lover for life and ex-roommate came home and we partied like it was 2003:
More photos on the MySpace page. Turns out 21 bucks in Athens will buy you 2 Sapphire and Tonics, 6 well shots, and 6 beers.
I miss Athens.
I at least had enough foresight to schedule a sick day on Ash Wednesday. However, I did not have enough foresight to cancel my hair appointment on Wednesday.
And that, folks, is a story for another day.
4 comments:
Uh oh, I hope it's a good hair story?
Jukebox keeps sticking his finger in my armpit. That's my partying as of late.
LOL sounds like a lot of drunken fun.. woo hoo! I hope it's a good hair story too!
You look adorable in those photos ... tired, but adorable. Party on! Or maybe not! :)
Don't Eat Token- I have to stick my own fingers in my own armpits. Sigh.
Angel Girl- It was a blast at the time, but I am paying for it dearly.
Dan- Party off, Dan!
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