RAMEN. I ate it like I breathed freshman year. Made Keegan make it for me often sophomore year, when he was a freshman. Haven’t eaten it since…until FOAM PARTY. Number 20, documented.
Done.
Went to the Abbey for brunch today with Keegan, Jeff, and Jeff’s new lady-friend. Delicious. Had a mimosa and some sort of green tea/lemon martini-ish thing. Got pretty tipsy. Then went back to 53 and promptly fell asleep.
A++, would day drink again.
# 28: sort of done.
It’s been a while, I know. Senior year kicked my ass first semester, and I only got one shot it: playing Edward 40 Hands…as part of a race…and winning.
Granted, yes, I only had one 40 and was competing against Keegan who had 2. But still, I won (a fully home-cooked dinner complete with dessert) and will not let him forget it.
But this semester, I’m aiming for the list to be finished. I’m going to learn to burp correctly, I’m going to document everything, and I’m going to do it all BIG. Except maybe go to Vegas. I don’t have the funds for that now. BUT THE REST OF IT, will happen. And you’ll see each thing crossed off right here!
- anytime Tommy encourages Chuckie
- anytime they mispronounce a word
- anytime Angelica is a bitch (you must also shout “BITCHHH” at the screen)
- anytime they make a hidden or adult joke
- anytime Betty acts like a lesbian
- anytime Susie acts like Oprah
- anytime the adults lose the kids
- anytime they make a mess
- whenever Grandpa Lou talks about the old days
- whenever Tommy says “A baby’s gotta do what a baby’s gotta do”
- LIPSCHITZ
- Phil and Lil fighting
- when Reptar appears (HALT. I AM REPTAR.)
This is now being added to the Murtaugh List. It seems more exciting than Edward 40 Hands for some reason.
(Source: vaguely-attractive)
Saturday we had dinner in Chelsea. (Me: We’re going to Chili’s in Chelsea. Pops: Why would you EVER want to go to Chelsea?) Since we had no other plans for post dinner other than to gtfo of Chelsea, Tim, Keegan, Steve, Jen and I decided to hit up some Sheesha.
And then Sheesha had room for like, 6 people and there were already 12 in there, so we left. And went to Nile, with a fabulous location next to a bomb frozen yogurt place in Allston.
We got Vanilla and Berry hookahs. And then regretted it and wished we had gotten Vanilla mint. But it was still delicious, and we wanted to ask the owner/guy wearing jeans to hang out with us, and Jen got in without an ID, and we got our own mouthpieces, and we saw a lonely man, and we tried blowing smoke rings, and then we smelt our mouthpieces the whole way home.
A++, will do again. But, not the berry.
NUMBAH 3, CHECK.
-Me. Around 3:30 in the morning while pulling my first all nighter. Retreat probably wasn’t the best time to do this, but it certainly made for interesting conversation the next morning. Also, I was way more loopy than Jen or Alycia. And I’m not sure why.
And then I fell asleep through all the activities the next day. Oops.
Number 5. Done.
Does Patty Mayonnaise look like she could shotgun a beer? Because she did.
#34- Shotgun a beer.
Harder than it sounds.
The Crow Halloween party was Friday night, Keegan and I went dressed at Quailman and Patty Mayonnaise. It was a good time. And then I convinced Lawson to teach me how to shotgun a beer.
I already had a few in me, which just seemed like the best way to approach it. It was a PBR Light, because, you know, Patty Mayonnaise is a classy girl. I poked a hole with a key, and fidgeted all around before I popped it because I was so nervous. I put my mouth to the hole, tilted my head, and pulled the tab. I actually got about 3/4 down before I couldn’t take anymore. Lawson and Keegan and Jenkins were all standing there and they were like “yeeeeah, you did it! wooooo! But now you have to burp. So, you should probably do that.”
“No, it doesn’t feel like a burp, it feels like I’m gonna puke.”
“No, don’t worry, it’s just a burp.”
“I don’t think it is.”
“It is.”
*Hunches over trash can, pukes up shotgunned beer*
“Oh. I guess it wasn’t a burp.”
So, that’s how that went. They said I need to learn how to burp before I can shotgun or funnel or keg stand anything, so I actually added “learn how to burp” to the list. Some boy in the second grade tried to teach me how back then, but I refused because I thought it would never come in handy. I thought wrong. So now, I need to shotgun again successfully. BUT HEY, at least I tried :)
And really, that was the only low point of the night. I’d say another was when someone tried to set the house on fire, but the fact that he was unsuccessful made it into a high point.
Also, no pictures of the actual shotgunning, because it would probably be incriminating, and because I was a little too busy to photograph the event. BUT, I will post a picture of us in our costumes :)
The night leading up to crossing off #36. Playing Asshole. And losing.
