Singlespeed & Fixed Gear - update on S_9's birthday and related piracy

the morning began with julie e. (fakename chimblysweep) beating s_9 at connect 4, thus beating his "undefeated in 2006" streak. it continued when he crashed in a bed between the chimblysweep and msngr. when he and msngr began getting it on chimbs headed for the floor and left the two to their own devices.

10 minutes later, all were asleep.

2 hours later, ****ing brunch. **** yeah. 10am brought tasty bloody maries that had horseradish in 'em.

then we rode our fixed gear bikes. (see, on topic!)

then we attempted to sustain our buzz through brunch2, had some snackies surrounded by fish at the reef, and got beat by julie at connect 4 once again.


then more ridey.

we are super awesome.
now, pink cake.
and more drinkey.

damn poopncow's sensitive touchpad. I ranted & raved for paragraphs about how technically I am still the 29 year old 2006 Connect 4 undefeated champion, but somehow everything got deleted. I blame that on bloody marys at 10am...beers at noon....mimosas at 2...and two hours of sleep. Plus the emotional trama I experienced from being molested by msngr. FixedNotBroken...if you're reading this, we can form a support group for people who've been taken advantage of by that monster. Speaking of blaming things on things, I blame my unofficial Connect 4 losses on msngr's distraction techniques....


OOH BIRTHDAY CAKE@@@@

I wish you could pass me a piece of this strawberry cake i'm hearing about through the computer. i love cake.

dood. they really slept together. no joke.

msngr + S_9 = TLF (true love forever)

team super awesome. doing it for real.

oh yeah. i just got passed around s_9's party. i can still taste gum flavored ken. yummy.

all of this, of course, is due to my southside connections. take that northside pus$y wimps.

Yes, yes, the party is rockin' here in DC. After a quick stop off at the random house on Monroe, the pirates were successful in continuing the party with mimosa's, soon to be followed by the aformentioned stawberry cake and some sparks (what else). We're going to play pool, f*ck all y'all. Peace out.

Werd.

my liver hurts.

its all that horseradish....everyone knows it doesnt do your liver any favors

everyone knows that good bloody maries need horseradish. really.

Good bloody mary's aren't good bloody mary's without horseradish. Horseradish makes everything better. Like crabcakes, for instance. (Baltimore, if you're listening, this is my shout out to you).

So, I believe I've recovered from the near hostage situation* that was about to break out at PNC's place enough to thank everyone for such a great weekend. Thanks everyone for coming out on Friday, and thanks DC for letting me get away with **** for two whole days with the "It's my birthday" line. I will still be using it for the rest of the week.



*The Pirates forced alcohol down my throat all day long - dulling my senses - ostensibly in to keep me captive in their city for god knows how long. Fortunately with the help of Ch0mb0, I was able to escape their clutches for a delightful ride back to New York on the Apex Bus (http://apexbus.blogspot.com/) . (that link takes you to the apex bus' blog, btw. Oh, I'm serious. Unfortunately, comments are turned off, otherwise I'd complain about how they broke down 5 minutes from the holland tunnel)

haha!! happy firbday again man, glad to see that dc ended up well for all.

who ended up winnin goldsprints that night? I had to leave early or else I would've ended up crashing a ridiculous number of times on the way home due to amazing amounts of beer consumed in near record time.

hey hey hey, we weren't trying to dumb your senses. we just drink alot. that's how we roll. sorry if you pansy new yorkers can't handle it. and yeah, i can call you a pansy, now that it's not your birthday. it wasn't a hostage situation. it was your natural draw to funness keeping you here.

but y'all new yorkers are truly super awesome, even those of you who weren't Team SuperAwesome.

you DC'ers drink A LOT. Like, it's all you do.

Us New Yorkers (BROOKLYN in particular) race harder.