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DUDE: Walter, you can't do that. These guys're like me, they're pacifists. Smokey was a conscientious objector.

WALTER: You know Dude, I myself dabbled with pacifism at one point. Not in Nam, of course--

DUDE: And you know Smokey has emotional problems!

WALTER: You mean... beyond pacifism?

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Drinking and Hot Pockets

So I have successfully had a hangover every morning this week. Well not a hangover...but i had to groan at least 4 times on my way to the shower and I didn't really walk to the shower, I kind of did that slow, sway side to side "shuffle".

Last night (Wednesday night for all you slow people) was almost disastrous. After a night of drinking 40 water, $5 bud bottles at the bar and rocking out with The Nerds I got a Hot Pocket super craving, but we're talking 1am on Wednesday night, i panicked!! Ok, that might have been a slight exaggeration, but i was concerned until I realized that the 24 hour deli across the street from my new penthouse apartment AND they sell the new Hot Pockets with the cheese baked in...delicious. After a Beef and Cheddar Hot Pocket I quickly slipped into my nightly, alcohol coma.

Birthday Mayhem

So the day finally has cometh, and goneth…my baby sister has turned 21. Although I couldn’t be there to celebrate on the actual birthday, I did make the effort to meet up with her in DC the following weekend to help her celebrate (aka…get her drunk). Because I’m lazy I have decided to create a bullet point list of the weekend…enjoy:

-Got drunk by myself on train down to DC
-SPR’s phone died, leaving me drunk and alone in Union Station
-Apparently broke the law and drank in the Metro
-Met up with my sister and her friends at the Mad Hatter
Lowden danced with many many many college girls…who then forced him to do his MJ impression
-Don’t really remember what happened after that
-Woke up next day and had the mandatory Chipotle to kill any hint of a hangover
-Went to pool and worked on our tans…I think we can all agree I got the darkest that day
-Went to some bar, watched football…drank goblets of beer…and duded out for a couple hours.
-Went to Brass Monkey cause that’s how I roll…
-Sister and her friends had Jager bombs waiting for us b/c some douche bag thought he’d be cool and buy a round for the girls after they said they didn’t want them. Thanks douche bag…they were delicious
-Sisters friends refused to drink and have fun all night..then promptly left half way through the night. Lame.
-Jason’s group of Super Friends quickly came to the rescue…buying many a rounds of wonderful shots.
-Jason’s group of Super Friends also informed Jason of their intentions with my sister….Jason did NOT approve.
-Things got fuzzy
-Things got fuzzy
-Went to diner and immediately made a scene….clearing out any remaining customers.
-Lowden picked up a massive Costco shopping cart from somewhere.
-Lowden rode said shopping cart around until we got home.
-SPR picked up the slack…threw my sister in the shopping cart…and then proceeded to race down the hallway with her in it. If anyone knows how to post video to Blogger, let me know…I have a sweet action clip of that.
-Woke up next day….went to Potbelly’s so The Joel wouldn’t wirelessly attack us with a computer virus.
-Got on train…passed out…

Heading down to DC

I'm ducking out of work a little early to pick up a fifth of Captain Morgans and to hop on a train to DC. Tune into http://doubleonetweezy.blogspot.com/ for mid weekend updates on the weekend. Then check back here early next week for my side of the story.

Planned events of the weekend:

1) Helping my sister celebrate her 21st birthday
2) Helping my friends kick the shit out of any guy that trys anything while she's intoxicated
3) Kicking the shit out of any of my friends that try anything
4) Going to Chipotle on Saturday to kill whatever lingering hangover the late night diner and/or jumbo slice didn't cure.
5) General debauchery

PS...who's got bail money ready? Mandatory pre-weekend reading http://wiki.ehow.com/Help-a-Friend-Who-Gets-Arrested-in-the-Middle-of-the-Night

The Best Part Of My Night

I'll tell you what...the best part of the night was when i lifted a full pitcher over my head to present to the group of drinkers i was with (sort of a braveheart/ "Victory!" type moment) when one of the girls we were with thought it would be an awesome idea to high five the pitcher...essentially spilling a quarter of it everywhere, including on me. High Five!!

Actually...the best part of my night was coming home at 1am and going next door to grab a hot roast beef club...mmm...delicious.