Fond Memories (Feel Free to Pipe in if you want to add something) Also fuck any grammar nazis in advance. The below post is the most poorly written post I’ve ever done.
Deciding with Daniel one random evening to go on a one hour road trip to white castle with Cat and JJ, where we ate so many burger I think my stomach sploded.
Kenny deciding he was a drunk Hippo in South padre, even after Schroeder explained the ratio of piss to water in the hot tub prolly had reached a new high.
Going two straight nights without sleeping, during the last days high school. Spending the first night winning a bunch of money at the casino, and spending the second night losing all of said money. Also I tried to eat a booth at the Park Café. In my defense the first night we were trapped there because of a huge as storm.
Running down the streets of Rome at 2 am trying to chase the last bus home.
Walking home from Andy’s Bday party at the Pike house with my freshman crew, singing 5% of a dozen songs and then finishing up by mooning the SRC cameras.
Brent and I telling ghost stories on the way to Texas, so when we finally stopped at the abandon gas station at 2 am Kenny almost shat himself.
Being there to witness Keacher ramming the fire truck in to a parked car on Bid Tuesday. Which I might add resulted in totaling it.
Christmas Party at Mees
Driving in to the NYC from Jersey with my brother in law after a blizzard that shut down the entire city.
Being a passenger in a car while racing another car driving 90 mph + from Indy to Terre Haute, the entire time we felt it necessary to moon each other, even though that wind hurt like a bitch.
Going to my first ever party at college over homecoming 02, and almost forgetting Andy while he was drunkenly peeing in the bushes.
Greg and I deciding we needed to find this brand new donut shop, known as Krispy Crème, spending 3 hours on our quest, and concluding it by sneaking over to Linds house where we scared each other shitless because we thought we woke her parents up, and she thought we were crooks in the backyard.
Roman candle tag and the burning bag of fun at Hendricks.
Skinny Dipping at Hendricks
Going to the hick 4th of July party at Hendricks
Being Schroeder’s third leg as I carried / dragged his 250lb ass to homecoming.
Road trip to NYC with George, Ramzy, and Greve where we had the most amazing time ever.
Century club, swimming in speed lake, and barely remembering going out to the steakhouse.
Duct taping that poor kid to the chair during BPA and then sticking him in the elevator.
Jared and I taking Linds to sex world for her 18th birthday while we were on a school sponsored trip during an ice storm.
Dancing the night away at the Bi Sexual night club where you checked your pants at the door for half priced drinks.
Panties and Pancakes!
Playing ultimate Frisbee at the IM fields during freshman orientation where we had to have the lights stay on extra long so we could play till 2 am.
Confusing Rockwell with Humana in a job interview.
Hitting Golf Balls on to the soccer fields my first night of college with my completely trashed Sophomore Advisor.
S’wonderful and S’marvelous movie nights with Katie and Anya
The St Thomas welcome back party, that CCool and I crashed where we ate cotton candy, smoked cigars, and I somehow ended up with a giant foam hat.
Drinking to electoral votes and watching Vince and Tyler sprawl.
Peeing on the same municipal building twice.
Building Mongo the two headed, four armed, snowman after the giant blizzard in TH
Every single ditch I’ve ever done at the Pike House.
Bluffing with a queen high at the Pike Poker Tournament and somehow winning.
The night Chris threw my shirt in to the lake, and felt bad so he threw his in as well. Afterwards we went to the girl’s floor and tried to pee out the window but since I was too short I had to hop and needless to say that didn’t end well.
Pretending to be sober, but failing miserably at it, while Chris and I were trying to see Marieda at New Res and got stopped by security.
Beer and Porn night, where 4 incredibly smart rose students went swimming in recently thawed water. Afterwards 15 of us sat around in a freshman dorm watching soft-core porn making every single person who passed us uncomfortable as hell. Night Hosting was amazing.
The night Chris thought he could fly and wouldn’t stop crying because of KSmith, Schroeder got super sick in the bathroom, and Andy got confused and couldn’t figure out why his desk wouldn’t flush.
Going to the Halloween maze with Greg and Alicia my first night ever in Iowa.
The DFA meeting where I got the shit kicked out of me by Tappy in a wrestling match. I still managed to give him two bloody noses.
Ambroise before Chapter, Chapter, Margarita Mondays, not getting anything done.
Winning the first ever Rose-Hulman Texas Hold’em Tournament.
1400 MILES AH AH AH!!
Watching my bad ass roommate, become addicted to more video games than I could count.
Throwing up in the ash tray at Sloppy Joes in Key West, placing a coaster on top, putting it on the bar, and then slowly walking away.
Being with Byrne, and his massive desire to go to a strip club, where I made the observation the stripper smelled like sex and bananas, and I was convinced, after looking in her eyes, that she had no soul. BTW the first place we stopped the guy at the desk named off the most bizarre shit that the girl would do for 150$. We decided not to go there.
Having my first telephone interview, hung over, sleep deprived, in my boxers, on the beach.
Watching a boxing match between Perenic and Weldon, Fight Club at its finest.
Cramming 17+ people in the stalker van on a quest to get three new 21 year olds trashed.
Staying up pretty much three straight nights on the PC couch, where I programmed a Eucre server and almost committed suicide on multiple occasions.
Sitting on the Pike Deck, grilling out, and shooting the shit.
Riding on the top of Chris’s old SUV.
Going to the beach with Skinner and Greg, picking up some random HS girls (don’t ask) and partying at his place later that night
Clubbing with my cousins in South Beach.
Karaoke my sophomore year, where I woke up the next day and had no idea where I was, who the fat hairy guy on the couch was, and how I ended up with my head covered in butter. Fuck you Voda…
Going to Winnipeg, eating at Earls and seeing the hottest waitresses ever. Singing American Pie with Schroeder at this private English pub we somehow got in too.
I know I left out a ton, but in 5 years I have enough memories to last me a life time. So if you ever think to yourself hey I should stay in and do some work, just follow my philosophy if you are hesitant about doing something fun that will build memories, say fuck it and go do it.
Comments:
I don’t think we ever agreed to calling him Mongo…
Posted by Vince at 12:39 PM on March 20, 2007
Also, my favorite one is the ashtray/puke/coaster sandwich. I wasn’t there, but man I busted up laughing in my cubicle at work when I read it…My co workers think/know I am crazy.
Posted by Vince at 12:41 PM on March 20, 2007
You mean, my wedding wasn’t one of those events?
Posted by your sister at 01:59 PM on March 26, 2007
Nothing really exciting happened there… I guess I could recall your current husband passed out on the bathroom floor, that was pretty funny 🙂 oh I forgot to mention the 88 comment flame war on my blog… that was pretty sweet too. I may edit this entry to include a few more things
Posted by Halfcent at 02:06 PM on March 26, 2007