The Workermonkey

Sunday, April 17, 2005

professional party crashers 

# posted by ron @ 4/17/2005 10:28:00 PM

thats right, those who were there already know the story but its pretty good. so matt's friend maria is having a party for her 2-year old son and we got invited. so matt invites kolpak, murphy and me. she'd been to my house so i felt cool. bergan was also invited and he brough his own small posse of an alan tomazewski look-alike, polish mike and two other skate hooligans. all very professionally and politely we make our way into this party meeting and greeting everyone we dont know, shooting a little shit when it comes. we even brough about 30 beers. not bad for party crashers right? so we are all in the kitchen next to the keg, suprise suprise, shooting the shit with the parents and the older guys. old enough to be our dads. these guys were fucking in the bag and it was about 9:30. i didnt see it but one of them slipped pretty good on the stairs. so i ask them what they do as i'm hitting the job market and here's a spot to make a few contacts. its a bust, a software engineer and the other guy didnt say, must be in between jobs like barone here.
so we leave the party after drinking everything in sight and saying goodbyes. successful party crash completed! so murphy has to get up for work and hes off to bed once we get over to the east side. kolpak and i have plans in the kitchen. burgers and dogs. no ketchup, we searched for 20 mins the night before. after eating kolpak heads to bed. i get a second wind and go for the peanut butter and jelly. who calls? branciteam 2am, slightly inebriated, or atleast much soberer than I. we chatted for about 20 minutes. about what i have no recollection. brian, fill me in. woke up in the guest bed as usual excect justin was yelling something about fixing the chain in the the shitter. damnit justin, fix your own shitter! over breakfast i told kolpak i had a crazy dream with kelly in it. he also mentioned erotic dreams. must have been the pussy in the air last night (married, engaged or otherwise).

party rating: 3 out of 5 busted ho's (a 1/2 barreld instead of the 1/4 might have warranted a 4/5)


other notes on the weekend:
1) i picked up my fourth bike. a freebie on the side of the road turned out to be a gem. an old specialized mtb bike with no suspension. perfect for my road commuter. so today i re greased all the cables and got it going to my liking and did a little test run to campus and back. 15 mins from front door to the lab, not too shabby eh?. i'll post my weekly gas savings. now all i need is a cycle computer to keep track of my mileage and another lock for it.
2) sold to escort, 370$ i really sold it for 350$ but he gave me 20 bones for delivering it. ha ha ha sucker!!! well, i didnt lie one bit about it, i let him drive it and feel the 'rattle-box' in full effect. that was my pet name for the car, rattle box. he liked what he saw and handed me the cash, no haggling. he even got a free bike rack thrown in the deal.

4 comments

Ron's got that big dick that the erotic dreams just chase after.
Yeah that was a very fun night, by the way. Kudos to anyone who avoided stepping on a small child. Which reminds me....Maria's little sister (like 10 years old) got clocked right in the face with a frisbee. The thing richoteted like 10 feet backwards. Murphy can also attest to this. Me him and this hippie kid just covered our mouths and tried not to double over. (it was the 4th guy that scored off her nose - not us.) She's fine. Funniest part of the night though

By  DJ Booze Piñata, at Monday, April 18, 2005 8:21:00 PM  

in my dreams i'm as long as i am tall.

i did step on a small child. she was fine.

By  ron, at Monday, April 18, 2005 10:01:00 PM  

i'd love to say a night like that shows signs of maturity but i know better. it really means we're just getting better at covering up what we are really doing. maybe that's life's big joke, the whole concept of maturity is just learning how to better get away with stuff.

By  Supreme Monkey Overlord, at Monday, April 18, 2005 11:54:00 PM  

Yes, the part about me calling ron at 2 am is correct. Although we talked for an hour and 20 mins (not 20, check your call history). What we talked about is also a mystery to me. I just remember the conversation ending when I was preaching something and ron says, "What? What the fuck are you talking about? Its getting late, i have to go". From which i agreed and hung up.

By  Brancibeer, at Tuesday, April 19, 2005 1:12:00 PM  

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