My friend Jamie sent me his Blog link today (http://wtfjamie.blogspot.com/). And since I do keep a journal of my own, I figured what the hell. This past weekend was Fourth of July and I've finally recovered. My friend Ryan invited me over to a pool party. I invited one of the interns in my company to come with. We had a really good time...from what I remember. I knew good times were to be had when we pulled up in front of the house and I had to rescue someone from parking a car. This guy didn't know how to drive a stick, so I had to jump in the car and park the car for him.
Although, the most interesting story of the night was when Ryan's friend Max told a story about how the last time he smoked weed (he kept on referring it to as "The Incident") was about 5 years ago. To make a long story short, he felt all weird, went in the bathroom and came without touching himself. That was the funniest story I've heard in a while. Although in the back of my mind (well not so far back) I kept on saying in my head "I could totally trump his story with my vibe story". But I didn't tell it. I figured I would save it for another day.
I must be getting old. We started drinking about 4:00 in the afternoon. By the time people started to show up (8'ish) I was already tapped out and passed out on the couch. I woke up around 3 AM and looked around to see no one was there. I'm glad I don't remember anything and I'm glad I passed out. There's no telling what kind of ass I would've been otherwise.
Well, until next time Ryan...we must do this again.
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