New Years...Boo Years....
I have never been much for New Years Eve. I haven't really had an exciting one. I would say the most memorable was when I shared a bottle of champagne with a yocal in Da Ween, Duck and his buddie Pfiester.
I have already celebrated this year. I went to Da Ween last Tuesday night to party with my buddies, Nate, D, Goose with his buddy Dave, and my sister and her husband, and as Goose always says, it's like New Years every time he goes to the Ween. Which it did resemble a bit this last time.
We watched the ISU Cyclones beat Miami of Ohio in the independance bowl, drank copious amounts of bud ice before the bar (to the tune of ass-hole), raced tricycles around the Rock and Drop, and settled in for some comfort at my favorite, Shookies (or Shooknasties) as we sometimes call it.
We were all wasted. But as a true Professor of Superfadedness Managment, I was functioning, with out any blackouts at 3:30am. I don't know if it was the brat I had from Kwik Starr at 2:00 or the deer snausage that D had made, but I was fueled and ready to fly. I made a nice soft landing in D's creepy upstairs.
So, here's to you all on New Years, drink one for me.
I have already celebrated this year. I went to Da Ween last Tuesday night to party with my buddies, Nate, D, Goose with his buddy Dave, and my sister and her husband, and as Goose always says, it's like New Years every time he goes to the Ween. Which it did resemble a bit this last time.
We watched the ISU Cyclones beat Miami of Ohio in the independance bowl, drank copious amounts of bud ice before the bar (to the tune of ass-hole), raced tricycles around the Rock and Drop, and settled in for some comfort at my favorite, Shookies (or Shooknasties) as we sometimes call it.
We were all wasted. But as a true Professor of Superfadedness Managment, I was functioning, with out any blackouts at 3:30am. I don't know if it was the brat I had from Kwik Starr at 2:00 or the deer snausage that D had made, but I was fueled and ready to fly. I made a nice soft landing in D's creepy upstairs.
So, here's to you all on New Years, drink one for me.