There aren't too many nights in which it's my best friend's birthday and he comes over for poker and pre-gaming. There aren't too many nights DP is in town, nonetheless in the state. There aren't too many nights I agree to meet a stranger (whom I met online... yeah) for some beers at Broad Ripple. Needless to say, I was anticipating a fun night...
Anticipation turned into enthusiasm. Enthusiasm turned into fervor. And with a lil help from some spirits, fervor soon turned into recklessness that can only be sumed up as 'SchrockStar mode'. You know you're done when you're at that point in which you do something and everyone looks at you like "What's he gonna do next?".
Somebody managed to pull the ol switcharoo on my vodka with a water bottle, and I didn't realize it until I finished the bottle and triumphantly claimed "See! I told ya'll I could drink the whole thing!"
I was belligerent before 11 and thus never made it out to the bars. I passed out, woke up, checked my phone, and found out everyone hates me.
Anticipation turned into enthusiasm. Enthusiasm turned into fervor. And with a lil help from some spirits, fervor soon turned into recklessness that can only be sumed up as 'SchrockStar mode'. You know you're done when you're at that point in which you do something and everyone looks at you like "What's he gonna do next?".
Somebody managed to pull the ol switcharoo on my vodka with a water bottle, and I didn't realize it until I finished the bottle and triumphantly claimed "See! I told ya'll I could drink the whole thing!"I was belligerent before 11 and thus never made it out to the bars. I passed out, woke up, checked my phone, and found out everyone hates me.
