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A retelling of my life in DC and all the stupid ass sh!t I get myself into...

Another night out....

ok, so we get to the start and start drinkin beer. There's a big ass metal road barrier that's "supposed" to be bolted down to the ground that's a little loose today, so naturally 3 beers later it get's borrowed!
Run trail, then do a circle, and head to the bar. Drinking was good, i was just gonna have one, then i had another, then some fish N chips (very tasty) then just one more....
NE wayz, later on that evening RoadWhore bet me that i couldn't liberate a bar stool from the bar we were currently in..... now, i didn't want a bar stool, but i am very susceptible to suggestion when I've had a few cocktails.
So, of course i liberate this stool and make a mad dash for the first car i see driving by. Luckily it was some one i knew as me and test tube baby jumped in for the get away!! They drop us off at the metro, despite the fact that it's past last train!!! and we, both been drinkin, stand there contemplating what to do. well, we sit on the the street corner (on the bar stool of course) thinking up a plan when a hasher, shamrock my cock, drives by and stops to give us a ride home.

The moral of the story.... If you sit on a bar stool near a closed metro on a street corner long enough, a hasher will find you!!

posted by Cptn S.A. Ho @ 2:32 PM, ,

A quiet evening out?

So I was hangin out with my buddy Jon at the bar last night, then he took off about 10pm or so. As i'm walkin out the door, I ran into a guy I know on the stairs and realized just how easy it is to talk me into having another drink! Ugh, I’m suuuuch a push over!
NE wayz, so a beer or two later a few more people join and we are just chillin at the bar. Then we hear this huge crash!!!! A medium large bald hispanic man (approx 5'8", 240 lbs or so) fell out of his chair knocking over about 3 more at the same time. I think he mighta fallen out b/c of a shot & 4 LIT's that had about 1.0 oz of mixer in a 16 oz glass! NE wayz, so I went to help him up, as did another guy. Next thing we know, he is trying to fight EVERY guy in there. No one takes him up on this or takes offense as he is obviously drunk. In fact we all try to get him into a cab, but to no good. Our suggestions of a cab are returned with... "Did you just call me a mexican?" and "I'll Fcuk you up" and "I'm not scared of you, or you, or ...." you get the idea. Finally, we had to call the cops. So, a group of us are still sitting neatly off to the side drinking and socializing just hangin out. 3 cops show up, cuff him rather violently, and take him out. As the cops walk past our table with this guy I catch one cop saying "If I had a tazer, I woulda tazered this guy!"
So he leaves the bar. done, right? Noooooooo. Handcuffed, he tries to fight the three cops on the way out of the bar. He's sooo drunk that instead of hitting one of the cops, he slips and busts his eyebrow open on a railing. So, he's cuffed bleeding, arrested. He then tries to fight the EMT that's treating his wounds. Wakin up in the drunk tank can't be much fun after that night.
We then proceed to have another round to discuss the action!

posted by Cptn S.A. Ho @ 4:08 PM, ,