Fuck You Bridgeport Blue Heron! (for Steve)
4/29/06 2:03 A.M.
My right hand is splotched with my own blood. I only noticed this several minutes ago.
Monica and John threw a party. Monica is on Coltrane while John is not, although he works for Addidas, which explains the sandals I was wearing an hour ago. They bought a keg of Bridgeport Blue Heron. I supplied the tap, as well as riding my bike to the party. I also drank as much as I could.
Later, and there was a girl involved, yet no "intimate relations", no fear Amanda, we attempted to go to the Gypsy. Upon arrival my lack of ability to contain my bodily fluids became apparent. My trip to the Gypsy, much to my chagrin, involved an unfortunately close encounter with a curb. I am currently doing my best to keep those afore mentioned bodily fluids (blood) from soiling my carpet. I have not been optimally successful.
Why my left foot is bloodied is no mystery, as the big toe is missing substantial skin, yet my right foot's predicament baffles me. I blame John.
The beer, of which I consumed prodigious quantities, left me particularly unable to ride my bike in a straight line. Luckily I found a party at PSU, locked up my bike and watched the police bust it. Good times were had by all. It was only 5 minutes before that I decided that it would be worthwhile to put on a pair of disgustingly damp socks under some even more wet shoes.
While locking up my bike I watched a frat boy who I immediately same to detest take several beers from a case "hidden" in a bush. I liberated one and set up an observation post across the street. It was an ideal location to watch the PoPo arrive and station themselves outside the door. They did not appear to bust anyone, simply to make a show of force.
The ride home was long and winding. Sober it is quite straight, but I was not sober.
My left foot is beginning to throb, but only a good 25 minutes after I began this post. I blame John.
WDTB? Yuppies. Costco shoppers.
WSDTB? This is a good light beer of last resort. Other than that I can think or many many many beers that are light and go down easy that one should purchase 15.5 gallons of. Many many many.
Rating: 7.0/10
My right hand is splotched with my own blood. I only noticed this several minutes ago.
Monica and John threw a party. Monica is on Coltrane while John is not, although he works for Addidas, which explains the sandals I was wearing an hour ago. They bought a keg of Bridgeport Blue Heron. I supplied the tap, as well as riding my bike to the party. I also drank as much as I could.
Later, and there was a girl involved, yet no "intimate relations", no fear Amanda, we attempted to go to the Gypsy. Upon arrival my lack of ability to contain my bodily fluids became apparent. My trip to the Gypsy, much to my chagrin, involved an unfortunately close encounter with a curb. I am currently doing my best to keep those afore mentioned bodily fluids (blood) from soiling my carpet. I have not been optimally successful.
Why my left foot is bloodied is no mystery, as the big toe is missing substantial skin, yet my right foot's predicament baffles me. I blame John.
The beer, of which I consumed prodigious quantities, left me particularly unable to ride my bike in a straight line. Luckily I found a party at PSU, locked up my bike and watched the police bust it. Good times were had by all. It was only 5 minutes before that I decided that it would be worthwhile to put on a pair of disgustingly damp socks under some even more wet shoes.
While locking up my bike I watched a frat boy who I immediately same to detest take several beers from a case "hidden" in a bush. I liberated one and set up an observation post across the street. It was an ideal location to watch the PoPo arrive and station themselves outside the door. They did not appear to bust anyone, simply to make a show of force.
The ride home was long and winding. Sober it is quite straight, but I was not sober.
My left foot is beginning to throb, but only a good 25 minutes after I began this post. I blame John.
WDTB? Yuppies. Costco shoppers.
WSDTB? This is a good light beer of last resort. Other than that I can think or many many many beers that are light and go down easy that one should purchase 15.5 gallons of. Many many many.
Rating: 7.0/10
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