GOT CRUNKED - Let's GO!
**musical mood preference: Lords of Acid**
Well, to say my New Year's was interesting would be a major understatement.
Hoppe and I started drinking before 5pm, liquor straight thru until we all collapsed around 3am. The count regarding the number of bottles we went thru as a group is muddled by the fact that we stole an unknown amount of booze from a party that we essentially raided without an invite. We knew absolutely no one in the place, and with our ten person group, we just about doubled the number of people in that small ass apartment.
It didn't take long for tensions to rise up. Some bratty freshmen told Honeychuck he looked 30 while Ben was skeefing bottles and bottles of liquor.
For the record, initially, I didn't know that they had stolen the idiots' liquor. If I had, I probably wouldn't have gotten into it with a kid wearing a WVU sweatshirt. There was some pushing, and I was forced to put my drink down, then there were some punches thrown. A few landed, one or so from each side of the fight. Then the West Virginia boy's friends jumped on my back. Their advantage didn't last long, as Honeychuck came charging thru their crowd of people, pushing four out in front of him. At some point, that big bald bastard attempted to throw his Jack&Coke in the face of the WVU kid, but mostly got me. And dammit all if JD doesn't burn when it gets in your eyes.
The fight really just ended there. Wasn't much of a fight, but the premise of the situation makes it an interesting story anyway. We invaded their party, tried to pick up their girls, stole their alcohol, ate their food and insulted them... Then we instigated a fight and got away scot-free. Outstanding.
The rest of the evening was consumed by stealing road signs, and throwing things off of Chuck's balcony. When we got up in the morning, we had a huge pile of cans, bottles, sign posts and other various pieces of trash on the ground below. Maybe I'll have some pictures of the mess later on.
All the empty liquor bottles were apparently thrown from the balcony across the courtyard and onto landing of another building, shattering everywhere. At last remembered count, these numbered 8. We did good.
Crunked was the word of the night, with me repeating it for no reason.
Good and wild times had by all in State College.
Well, to say my New Year's was interesting would be a major understatement.
Hoppe and I started drinking before 5pm, liquor straight thru until we all collapsed around 3am. The count regarding the number of bottles we went thru as a group is muddled by the fact that we stole an unknown amount of booze from a party that we essentially raided without an invite. We knew absolutely no one in the place, and with our ten person group, we just about doubled the number of people in that small ass apartment.
It didn't take long for tensions to rise up. Some bratty freshmen told Honeychuck he looked 30 while Ben was skeefing bottles and bottles of liquor.
For the record, initially, I didn't know that they had stolen the idiots' liquor. If I had, I probably wouldn't have gotten into it with a kid wearing a WVU sweatshirt. There was some pushing, and I was forced to put my drink down, then there were some punches thrown. A few landed, one or so from each side of the fight. Then the West Virginia boy's friends jumped on my back. Their advantage didn't last long, as Honeychuck came charging thru their crowd of people, pushing four out in front of him. At some point, that big bald bastard attempted to throw his Jack&Coke in the face of the WVU kid, but mostly got me. And dammit all if JD doesn't burn when it gets in your eyes.
The fight really just ended there. Wasn't much of a fight, but the premise of the situation makes it an interesting story anyway. We invaded their party, tried to pick up their girls, stole their alcohol, ate their food and insulted them... Then we instigated a fight and got away scot-free. Outstanding.
The rest of the evening was consumed by stealing road signs, and throwing things off of Chuck's balcony. When we got up in the morning, we had a huge pile of cans, bottles, sign posts and other various pieces of trash on the ground below. Maybe I'll have some pictures of the mess later on.
All the empty liquor bottles were apparently thrown from the balcony across the courtyard and onto landing of another building, shattering everywhere. At last remembered count, these numbered 8. We did good.
Crunked was the word of the night, with me repeating it for no reason.
Good and wild times had by all in State College.
posted by Brian at 6:53 p.m.
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