Saturday, September 13, 2008
Blah, Blah, Blah
Okay, so after spending 14 hours in a car yesterday I'd ready for another four hours today before I spend another 12 hours tomorrow. You'd think I was dating my car. Okay, that was dumb. Anywho Malone, you need to remember never to post drunk. It's just not a good thing. Well, last night was Jimmy Boy's Bachelor party. It was pretty fun and it was good to hang out with my friends from ticketnetwork..... oh yeah and Perrotti & Koho. I forgot about them. Actually I didn't because we're about to go to the Mets game! I think the highlight of the night was when Koho got to announce the winners of the raffel and everyone gave him crap for it. Ha ha, it was pretty funny. My second favorite part at the stag was playing blackjack and not really caring if I won or lost because I had decided just to lose my money because it goes to Malone(we all know he needs it, j/k). In fact at one point I was playing 3 hands and one of them I got nine's, and I split them, then I my first nine got another nine and I split that, then I got a 2 and doubled down and got 19. I think on my 5 hands I had 19,19, 20, 18, 21 and the dealer hit 21(we were playing that if it's a push the dealer wins). The dealer was pretty cool and let me keep my money from the 21, ha ha. Overall it was a good time, unlike my drive to Ct. I won't write about it because it just gets me angry. After the Stag a bunch of us went out to a bar. I was vetoed about going to Hartford or going to Murphy's. If you think I'm not bitter about that, you have another thing coming to you. Actually I'm not because we had a lot of fun at the bar. Of course the bad thing about going to a bar is the fact that it's really loud and I almost lost my voice. It's still a little sore but should be okay for me to yell at the Braves today. Should be fun. Well, it's time for me to shower and then head over to Malone's place to egg it. I mean go to the Mets game.
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Since Roger half-assed this blog entry I figured that I should step up to the plate with my memories from Malone's Stag weekend.
This is somewhat in chronological order.
Friday:
-The irony that the Franco-American club was right next to the German club. It's a good thing the Americans were there.
-Andre tell Kohanski and I the type of people that have the name Andre.
-Kohanski's commitment to the 50/50 raffle.
-The amount of raffle tickets we had to rip.
-The amount of people at Malone's stag that Malone didn't even know. Thanks Andre.
-The crappy Money wheel and Rob being the only one to enjoy it.
-How the Blackjack table was only used by a few people and Rob and Roger were the only ones to enjoy it.
-Roger showing up late and not helping out at all. On a side note, I expected this all along.
-Kohanski getting heckled during the raffle prize readings. I was happy I didn't have to do it.
-Rob coming up to me when I won and making it look like the raffle was rigged.
-Kohanski's brother winning twice.
-Malone's cousin trying to get him to go a sketchy strip club.
-Malone getting a call later from Alexus, a stripper at the sketchy strip club.
-The thought of Malone's cousin using the gift card he won for a lap dance and possibly more.
-Malone changing it up at Bleachers and going with White Russians. It was a gamble, but it may have paid off.
-Putting out the vibe at Bleachers.
-Kohanski's complete dislike of a guy he just met. The terrible Hawaiian shirt that was worn by the same guy.
-Malone trying to untie a knot in his shoe dead drunk.
-Malone drunk blogging.
Saturday:
-Roger wanting the most expensive Subway sub.
-Roger showing up late again.
-The sparks that flew when a special girl perked up when she saw Kohanski.
-The fact that we need 20 lbs of ice for the cooler.
-Kohanski's complete dislike of Roger.
-The awesome seats we had in the upper deck.
-The fact that some girl wanted to sit next to me only to realize 5 minutes later that they had the wrong seats.
-Roger's terrible bet that there with be over 1 1-/2 Lastings Millage jerseys.
-Roger's good bet that there would be no Tatis jerseys.
-The list of things we were going to do when we got home.
-Kohanski telling the "Why the long face?" joke and laughing for five minutes about it. I think he may lose it at anytime.
-The Mets bullpen blowing another start by Santana. Achilles heal.
-The traffic on the ride home and Kohanski messing with a crazy taxi driver. Also, Malone thinking that we would get shot.
-The unanimous decision to leave Roger at the rest stop. We unfortunately didn't do it.
-Listening to Dane Cook on the ride home. I think someone sh*t on the coats.
-Ordering pizza and then not fulfilling anything on the list of things to do after the game.
-The idea that someone was playing "Who's in my mouth?" in room 424 at a casino hotel room in Connecticut while Malone was tucked into the temperpedic dreaming of a Mets world series win. Careful...
Your Welcome for the recap. If anyone else has their own memories, please share.
Perrotti, I must say that was the most well written thing I have read in a while. With writing like that, if you started a blog I would exclusively move my subscription to you over Roger. He has nothing over you at all. That is a 100% accurate description of the past two days. Roger, why the long face?
Some more thoughts about Malone's party:
- First, wonderful writing Perotti. Roger, your article about Malone's Stag Party should absolutely not have the title "Blah Blah Blah" - that is downright disrespectful.
- I don't think I've ever been at an event with so many old men before, ever. They just kept coming through that door. Me and Kohanski were probably the two most attractive guys in the room (no offense Perotti).
- I'm also really happy my friends from work were there, or else I would have had very few people to hang out with since Koho and Perotti were selling tickets.
- Malone, you probably already know this, but don't complain that you didn't know any of the people there because their money is still good whether you know them or not.
- The food was really solid, I thought. The pasta was hearty and filling and the meatballs were very good. I didn't try the chicken or sausage, but there was plenty of food. The beer was kind of tough to get to because a lot of the old people were congregating in front of the bar, but this wasn't a dealbreaker. I thought they removed the coffee too soon, when the place was half empty I really wanted a cup but they had already gotten rid of the pot.
- The Franco-American club seems like a nice enough place. I brought Malone to the party so we were there early, and the bartender brought beers over to us even though we were on the other side of the room. Very nice.
- I have no idea how many White Russians Malone had at the bar, but every time I looked over at him he had a full one, yet seemed to always be drinking from it. I can only assume he had 8-12 of them.
- At one point in the bar Roger began telling us some absurd stories about some of his past experiences, which I won't recount here, but they were hilarious and on the verge of being very awkward.
- Malone's drunk post on Roger's blog is the second best drunk post yet; the best was when all of Roger's readers wrote "Roger" "Is" "A" "Tool" in succession.
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