Yeah, I got hammered at Blogtoberfest. I wound up crashing in the room where we held the first night's party. I stole this picture from Dax Montana's site. This was the aftermath. The Absolut vodka bottle was empty. As far as I know Pumpman and I were the only ones drinking vodka.
I was not the only one hammered. At least I got up before the crack of noon. There were some Yankees who slept until 4:00 in the afternoon.
You outlasted me Friday night, big boy.
Of course, that's like saying you beat up the second grade girl next door, but hey. Take 'em where you can get 'em.
Posted by: Velociman on October 20, 2004 11:43 PMPBR - represent!
Posted by: Erik on October 21, 2004 01:03 AMMan, you sound like on of us college kids.
I've seen parties like that, and crippled or not, no one makes it up stairs.
That's disappointing, on at least 2 counts:
1. I see bottles with liquid still in them.
2. The Yanks slept in. I still can't figure out why we lost the war of northern aggression, especially with Gen'ls Lee and Jackson on our side. Although demographic trends being what they are now, I notice they're all coming here now. Go figure.
Posted by: daniel on October 21, 2004 02:20 AMYou lost the war because the Yanks came at night. While we may have slept all day, we also partied until dawn. Most of the uppity rebs were in bed by 10.
Posted by: Geoffrey on October 21, 2004 09:57 AMActually All the booze was gone! Well, there was a tad of Gin left. I should know. I cleaned it up. Just Damn!
Posted by: Dax Montana on October 21, 2004 05:34 PMmemories of nausea...
Posted by: Key on October 21, 2004 06:38 PMI stumbled on this from Google and wanted to say thanks for posting
Posted by: girl next door on November 12, 2004 08:54 AM