Marc
I have 30 pictures from the party last night, spanning from begin to finish, and even one from the next morning. If I find the time this week, I'll be putting them up, in mostly chronological order. There are some doozies in there, and I don't to give too much away, but there are a few things that must be said -- (1) The Normal BLARGing crews were there, for the most part, rocking the joint, and we took pictures to prove that, yes, we are real people, and we really exist, and we're not all a bunch of nerds that sit at home all day and night and hang out on our computers. (2) Being BLARGers, and being un-nerdlike, we do have other friends. We know other people, though not many, but enough to make it look like we do other things. In fact, next year, I'm living with three people that don't BLARG. Awesome, eh? (3) Zook didn't show up, which fucking blows, because Scooter was there, and I was there, and Matt was there, and we had a bombass time, rocking the joint, peeing, giving out fives, and mostly drinking. I ended up playing guitar at the Mexican restaurant at 2:30am. No pictures of that. Sorry.
Besides that, not much else to report. I'm getting ready to dive into all thirteen copies of The Three Little Pigs that I checked out from the library yesterday morning. Mmm ... can't wait. No one died today in NASCAR, and our food at the Pub (the local fratboy bar) today took way too long to get to us. I think that's all. The P's are on their way up to take me and the little sis' out to dinner. Mmm ... Ultimate Baked Potato Soup.
I have 30 pictures from the party last night, spanning from begin to finish, and even one from the next morning. If I find the time this week, I'll be putting them up, in mostly chronological order. There are some doozies in there, and I don't to give too much away, but there are a few things that must be said -- (1) The Normal BLARGing crews were there, for the most part, rocking the joint, and we took pictures to prove that, yes, we are real people, and we really exist, and we're not all a bunch of nerds that sit at home all day and night and hang out on our computers. (2) Being BLARGers, and being un-nerdlike, we do have other friends. We know other people, though not many, but enough to make it look like we do other things. In fact, next year, I'm living with three people that don't BLARG. Awesome, eh? (3) Zook didn't show up, which fucking blows, because Scooter was there, and I was there, and Matt was there, and we had a bombass time, rocking the joint, peeing, giving out fives, and mostly drinking. I ended up playing guitar at the Mexican restaurant at 2:30am. No pictures of that. Sorry.
Besides that, not much else to report. I'm getting ready to dive into all thirteen copies of The Three Little Pigs that I checked out from the library yesterday morning. Mmm ... can't wait. No one died today in NASCAR, and our food at the Pub (the local fratboy bar) today took way too long to get to us. I think that's all. The P's are on their way up to take me and the little sis' out to dinner. Mmm ... Ultimate Baked Potato Soup.
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