"Choosing trust over doubt gets me burned once in a while, but I'd rather be singed than hardened." -Victoria Monfort










Sunday, September 10, 2006

Two Thousand Zero Zero Party Over Oops Out of Time..

I slept in until 8:30 this morning. Gotta love that. Nice way to start the week. I got here just in time for our moment of silence in rememberance of 9/11. Today would also be my Dad's birthday.

This weekend was our second attendance of 80's night. It was a blast. There was a pretty big, slightly drunk crowd due to the Ohio State game. We had a group of 9 people this time, rockin' it out. CP won another prize with the trivia...he knew who sung some one hit wonder song that due to mass quantities of alchohol, I don't remember. Kat came rockin the side pony tail and bad ass 80's garb. CP was sporting his Miami Vice look. Note the bitchin Poison necklace Kat let him wear.




















Jess, Bubba, and Tiffany all shining with some glitter cut outs Kat put on everybody. We were the only awesome crowd dressed for the festivities. And by that I do not mean me. Jess had the classic blue eyeshadow, and also a side ponytail. Bubba actually loved her blazer and wanted to pimp it at work Monday morning.

















Me and Kat danced to "Nothing's gonna stop us now". Yes, that awesome ballad from Mannequin. Who loved that movie? I did! And it spurred everyone else to dance, and we all switched partners in true high school dance fashion.

By the end of the night, everyone in the bar was pretty wasted, and this dude dropped his draws on the dance floor, and was walking around the joint in his boxers. Something posessed him to try to lick Chris's nipple. Chris, is a man. I snapped this photo of him dancing at the bar holding his family jewels.




















We closed the bar down, and tried to get more alchohol at the Circle K, but it was too late. So we came back to my place, where CP was trying to sleep for work at 8 a.m. Me and Kat got into bed with him and laid on him and woke him up. He wasn't too mad about that but 5 drunks at 3 a.m. can be pretty loud. He told me I'm lucky he loves me.

We took the party outside and had a fire at 3 a.m. We all got to bed about 4:30. All in all, another successful 80's night. Nevermind the fact that I was actually sick in the morning. I also know that I forgot some important funny events, but that's what friends are for, to remind you what an asshole you were the next day.

6 comments:

supplymadam said...

What a great group of friends you guys are. You sure have the best times whatever you do. Hope you are feeling better.

Tayray said...

Wonder if I went to school with boxer boy?? After all the Bier Haus is usually a high school reunion for me!! HA HA

MzAriez said...

Wow. Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun. Guess I'll have to stop by when I visit Buckeye Land sometime.

Take care!

Bianca Roland said...

Drunk jewels grabbing dude? Naaaaaaaasty.

Janet said...

You seriously have no idea how jealous I am of eighties night. You've written about it before. Now you're just rubbing it in.:)

Mon said...

Supplymadam:
we have fun doing the stupidest things.

Tayray:
I have more pictures of him. They didn't even make him pull up his pants so if you ever get the urge, feel free.

MzAriez:
you should!! It would be a blast!

Bianca:
I wonder if he remembered in the morning? all his friends were just as drunk as him.

Janet:
I'm sorry...I'd be jealous too tho! It is a step back in time. It's the second sat. of every month