Sunday, March 14, 2004
All shades of WRONG...
I don't even know where to start. I honestly think I'll need counseling to recover from this weekend.
First of all we didn't quite make our original plans friday night, but I think I speak for all of us when I say this time I had more fun sittin at home. Apparently we've got some seriously talented "local flavor" I just took it for granted that everyone had colorful neighbors like we do. But we've ALL got the bruises to prove that life in the country ain't always 'takin it easy'. Somewhere between 6pm and 4am we forgot that tomorrow morning was coming early.
1. p-nut's red tennis shoes
2. 'Crockett' pouting cause he wasn't going to get any
3. those panty droppin
whoares
4. JL holding Butterbean and singing Jewel
5. Sara gettin repeatedly beaten my Ferguson and getting a crippling bruise
Now for the boil itself. It was relatively uneventful yet very very enjoyable. Mostly just drinkin, eatin, and guitar pickin. Oh, and a whole lot of making fun of Curl, cause the boy couldn't shoot a clay if it was sittin still. Round about dark though, things went terribly awry when the party relocated to the infamous triggers...
1. "Momma she won't dance with me cause she thinks you don't like her. You need to leave! you're F*ckin up my Game!"
2. Tradin shirts in Publik
3. shots of Jager
4. slices of lime and the tongue lashings that come along with them
5. kissing boys...kissing girls...a whole lot of damn kissing
6. the throwdown in the parking lot
7. Liberty country sheriff's dept waiting for us to get home
8. Jocelyn getting TORE UP FROM THE FLOOR UP! and not remembering any of it!
9. Being passed smooth the fuk out by midnight
10. Gage's OH SO WRONG drunk dials...That was out of control son!
p.s. remind me to explain my 'taxi cab theory' later.
The Sack Races
On the ground...where Curl spends most of his time
Stoges???
SLAM!!! du du duh du du duh...let boys be boys
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:06 PM
