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Monday, August 28, 2006 


First and foremost, everyone needs to go out and buy Drinko. It is the world’s greatest game. EVER!

I was in Indianapolis this weekend visiting one of my best guy friends, Andrew. When I was in college, he was friends with a bunch of guys in his dorm and I was the chick who would hang out occasionally. Now that school is over, everyone’s spread out, but since Andrew is so close to where I live, I decided to pay him a visit for his birthday.

It was one of those weekends that you tell yourself that after this weekend I’m never drinking again. I got to Indy at about 5P on Saturday where Andrew, his roommate and I went to
dinner. Soon after, they called a couple of their buddies and we played Drinko before we went out to the bars. The coolest thing about where Andrew lives is that there’s a little path that goes from his apartment straight to the bars. So, there was absolutely no driving this weekend. I was so jealous that I live in Lansing while everyone else lives in nice, neat places.

Anyway, we went out to a bar where I made friends with the wife of one of Andrew’s buddy and we ended up slapping a guy in the bar. Like a full out Joan Collins/Linda Evans Dynasty slap. I was told later that the slap was loud enough to actually hear. I don’t remember if the wife slapped this random guy first or if I did. I just remember that after it happened I took her hand and hauled ass to get to the other side of the bar. The last thing I needed was some dude kicking my (or Andrew’s) ass.

Oh, and I hooked up with Andrew’s roommate. It was really pretty easy. He was really nice and already there. No effort on my part. So when Andrew and I went to
breakfast the next morning he had to give me shit for hooking up with his roommate. He was cool with it. That’s one of the reasons why I love those guys. They’re just cool and they pretty much treat me like one of the guys.

So that was my weekend. I saw a great friend, got drunk and hooked up. Successful on all accounts.

i remember when daddy kipper used to be the friend you got drunk with and caused chaos in bars. :-(

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