More brewfest

additions to that story.

After nate went home Friday, we stayed up til about 5:00...and I can't remember what the fuck we did for 2 hours. Man, beer is wonderful.

Saturday, Apul drove us (thanks Apul, you rock) and Drink til you Shit, turned into drink til you piss or puke. Lowell won the piss contest, and Smoot won the puke contest, although Dicko came in second when he puked so loud out the side of the car that he woke me up. The hukah bar was awesome, and although the pizza was good, don't eat whatever Smoot ate, because he said he tasted horrible on the way out...

Our car-full also heard the call of the Hooters on the way home. The wings were awesome, as usual, the fries were good, but whoever heard of $12 for a pitcher of domestic outside of Seattle or New York. I guess you have to pay extra or you end up wearing orange shorts that don't cover your ass all the way...

And unfortunately, we were there way later than Nate since he wasn't answering his damn phone. I am very mad I missed the T.R. show. But I did see a buddy make friends with a 60 year old dude, and then watch them both hit on a girl born in 89 (89 ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME? Man, we are old)

Sunday was supposed to be wiffleball, but it rained for about 20 minutes right when we were walking out the door to meet Nate, so that killed that plan. Of course it got sunny for the rest of the day 30 min later, but by then we were eating pizza and being lazy, so that's how that day ended.

And nate is right, I do have a lot of pictures, and will hopefully hook up the camera by tomorrow.