well, i did say we were gonna party like rock stars...

part one
 
picked up G at 1pm.  ran across the street for some beverages and snacks.  found these little bottles of cough syrup looking things called tarantulas  decided they were too funny to pass up.  we agreed on margaritas.  i rarely ever drink them, and i was in the mood for something different.  we spent an hour walking around the store trying to figure out what alcohol we were going to get and what kind of snacks we wanted.  we laughed a lot.  the more time i spend reconnecting with her, the more insane i realize she is.  i love it.  so we filled our arms with so much stuff and she gave me a hard time about passing up the cart she wanted to get when we walked in.  hey, i was there for booze, who knew we were buying so much?

so we headed off on our two hour drive south.  we listened to the mix i made and laughed about the wedding insanity that she missed out on.  we drove in and out of some rain storms.  one little stretch it was impossible to see the road at all.  people were stopping and pulling off.  we had a party to get to, so we/i forged ahead.  we made it to paulie's and i called the best friend to fill her in on what we bought and told her the place was very easy to find.  met a girl outside on the street who asked us if we were coming or going.  i told her we were leaving, the party ended early and we were heading out.  she didn't buy it.  so we went inside and met up with B and paulie.  we got B to make our drinks for us after we decide the whole bucket thing was too much effort for us to worry about.  leave it to B to handle things.  most of the work crowd was upstairs, B wanted us to see the basement and the bar.  so he, G and i headed for that part of the house.  got sucked into watching some i love the 90s.  chilled, talked, laughed.  G convinced B to go get us some cheese and crackers.  then the entire party moved to us.  all our efforts to be antisocial until the buzz kicked in went out the window.  we sat there for a few minutes and decided we needed a refill.  i think we were on our third by that point.
 
so G and i made our way upstairs and hit the restroom and refilled our drinks.  two separate thoughts there, the drinks were not found in the restroom.  well not at that point anyway.  so we sat at the kitchen table and kept with the loner theme.  she grilled me on the gay thing... how long had i known, who was my first crush, what kind of guys do i like.  things like that.  she laughed when i told her about my first crush.  i told her i thought paulie's one friend was cute, and she decided she'd see if we were compatible.  too cute.  she asked me a bunch of questions about paulie as well.  i had very few answers for her.  this is the part of the evening where we established that i'm far more self-absorbed than i ever realized.  "i know he's told me, but i don't really listen." was pretty much my response to everything.  we just laughed.  i told her that after the wedding nikki was kind of awkward around me.  and that i could tell she felt stupid about how drunk she got.

me: she thought i was mad at her.
G: really?
me: yeah, so i just tried to talk to her like nothing ever happened.
G: well that's good.
me: yeah i mean it's not like i'm gonna stop being friends with her over a crazy drunken night.
G: (laughing at the irony)
me: oh, i didn't even think about that.  yeah i guess i would know.

B tracked us down and sat and chilled with us for a bit.  drinking on an empty stomach (that seems to be a theme for me) found me pretty tipsy at this point.  i said the sour was giving me an achy stomach so i switched to some water.  the rain finally stopped just in time for paulie to fire up the grill.  everyone moved outside.  doug and teresa eventually showed up.  it didn't take them long to catch up to our buzz.

while waiting on our well done burgers, i believed i asked for mine to be black and crunchy, we moved back inside.  took some random pictures.  talked to G about the website.  B walked in on the conversation and grilled me about it.  he wasn't buying my story when i told him that this little thing doesn't exist.  "you know that's pretty much what i do all day at work.  i'll find you," he informed me.  gulp.  anyway.  a little drunk dial action went down.  B took paulie's party mix out, that just started, and replaced it with mine.  he was pretty excited when i told him what the first and last songs were.  when he drinks he becomes an adorable little kid.  nothing makes me laugh more.

so the best friend and her boyfriend FINALLY showed up.  we were all trashed by this point.  i just remember looking up and seeing her face come out of the darkness on the side of the house.  that's when the drinking games started.  "yeah, i'm gonna pass, i don't need a game to help me get drunk.  i can do it on my own," G said.  i felt the same way.  so we sat and talked.  made a few more calls.  that's when the shots came out.  yeah we really needed more alcohol.
 
went for a walk with the best friend and she filled me in on her dad.  sounds like he's doing much better.  we sat on the front porch and called ms. b.  told her i loved her and missed her and wished she could be there with us.  headed back to the others.  B decided it was time to shotgun a few beers.  he got a lot of people to join in on it.  of course he was the only one there that knew how to do it.  so he had to do everyone's for them.  G and i laughed so hard watching him run from person to person setting them up.  the pictures from that are so funny.  somehow i was dragged into all of that.  people began to chant for me.  i informed the crowd that i was the biggest puss-puss in the world and i would in fact be doing mine in two separate installments.  at least i was honest.  i ended up doing it three times.  G did one, and the majority of hers ended up in the grass.
 
after that none of us are really all that sure what happened.  G and i think we went in to watch a movie.  paulie was grilling for us all (again) at 2am when we decided we were ready to eat again.  doug was doing laps around the house at this point.  i guess he fell and B and ms. k gave it their best shot trying to convince him the grass was food.  they did get him to lick a rock, telling him it was a steak.  they are evil.  B and paulie had to drag doug to bed. 

doug: where are we going?
paulie: this way, come on.
doug: is this the after party?!
B: yeah, it's the after party.
doug: rock and roll!!!

too funny.