Monday, February 22, 2010

Man Night... more like, the Night That Sorta Sucked

Usually when I wake up on a Sunday morning half in the bag to a text that reads... "Did you eat my Fuckin Chicken Parm Sandwich?!?" I know that the night before must have been pretty friggin awesome. This Sunday was a little different however, and for the life of me I cant figure out whether or not Saturday's night ManFest Shitshow was awesome or not. I remember bits and pieces of the night, and all of them lead to nothing more than a feeling of mediocrity. If you dont mind, and I'm sure you dont, I'd like to share a few high and lo-lights of Saturday nights affair.

So the night started out with Mark picking me up in the bright red Camaro... a car that handles the potholes of 280 with effortless grace and stability. To make matters even more fantastic, I get in the car only to find that he and I are wearing the exact same outfit. We both looked great in my opinion, so Dan calling us gay a dozen or so times didn't change how I felt one bit about our attire (It could have been worse, we could have both been wearing the American Eagle life preserver vest that he donned throughout the evening). The night really peaked shortly thereafter with a pregame sessions at 307. Arthur's Steakhouse plans turned into takeout, and an insult inspired game of asshole provided a decent amount of laughs at the expense of all of the participants. If i had a dollar for the amount of times Mark and I were called gay I would have enough money to buy at least 6 Chipotle Burritos. Unfortunately for all of us (excluding Dick, who somehow is finding ways to have more fun than a first timer at the Go-Go-Rama week after week) the night was about as fun as eating those 6 burritos; time spent over indulging as we all sped directly past Funland and into the world of "I feel like shit, this is boring, lets go home." In fact, at some point in the night Dan turned into an absolute Zombie, and eventually a body pillow for Dick who had no other choice but to spoon Fitz cause his blood alcohol content was hovering somewhere around eight.

So there you have it, the Hi's and Low's of a very okay Saturday night. I really don't have much more to say, as the night was so forgettable that I no longer wanna expend energy discussing it. I'm hoping that either next time a little more effort is put into the development of our plans, or we just go off the cuff like usual and make a good time out of nothing.

Luck and Wishes

1 comment:

  1. Glad to hear that all efforts of an enjoyable evening were pissed away by a quality game of Asshole. Just remember Asshole, like Monopoly, ruins friendships...