Dustin takes the GOLD!

What a drunken weekend! So, for me, it started off on Thursday (since Thursday is the new Friday) WITH THE BEST OC CHRISTMIKA EPISODE EVER! They said christmika so many times, there were so many christmika references; they said christmika so many times that you could get hammered just based on that one christmika rule! Hrm I repeated myself there, stupid work getting in the way of my blogging, oh well, the more christmika means more drinking. Anyways, Thursday night kinda went by fast and when I came home I was surprised that I was there...AND I DROVE! Hehe, it was just from Fernadez Mobile Estates, as John likes to call it. Robi has it Tivoed, so I'm stoked, I can't wait to see it again. Maybe we'll just watch it over and over until a new episode comes on.

Friday, woke up with a slight hangover, hrm I don't know why...OH I KNOW WHY, stupid Harbor Bar was giving me double vodka tonics, when I didn't ask for them, but I drank on anyways, because I'm a champ. So I do the work thing, then Shannon meets me at my house in HMB. From there we pick up Robi, and go to San Jose State to watch the Anteaters of UC Irvine take on the Spartans. We meet Dan in the parking lot, we were chuggin beers in the car while waiting for him; classy, nothing too good when you're with the D-Man. This game is way better than the Santa Clara game, because you can actually buy beers inside. I sneak in like six beers, I mean come on, its Dustin. Everybody was sketched on bringing in booze, like normal, so I always over pack. We buy beers inside and just kept on re-filling the cups, slick. We were the loudest in the stadium. Dan and I were cheering so loud that Meera, who was listening to the game on KUCI, could distinctively pick out our voices. We started cheering, "Lets Go, Mee-ra" All the other fans didn't know what we were saying, we didn't care, we were representing for our home-girl. UCI won by 20 points, 70 to 46 or something like that. We were louder than the home fans, it was great. After the game we went to the bathroom. Dan, being a little buzzed, became Cocky Dan, and said, "Hey let's go talk to Glogger!" I told him that I was following him. So we said hi, and at first he was the normal player to fans, "thanks for coming to our game, we love to see support on our away games." Then I told him that Meera (his number one fan) was listening and he was all excited and thought it was cool. He was all flushed...So then we go back to my house, Robi went to San Jose with some friends that met us up there, so he naturally pussed out :) We got to my house, drank, played pool, shot absenthe, drank, went in the spa, drank, and about at 2 we promptly passed out. While getting out of the spa, Shannon did a face dive back in the jacuzzi. We all laughed.

The next morning we woke up about 9 or so. We watched some football, I made a little breakfast. After that it was about 11 am, not even noon yet. Dan says jokingly (although I don't think so), "hey, we should do absenthe." I say, "Really? FO SHO!" Shannon doesn't put up a fight. LET THE DRINKING BEGIN. We drink our shots, I made Margaritas for something light after the absenthe but still had a lot of alcohol. While drinking the 'ritas, we played "Liar's Dice", a great bar game. Basically its bullshit, the card game, but with dice. Shannon being already wasted, before her turn, says, "I'm going to lie on this one." Dan starts cracking up, Shannon didn't realize that she said it out loud. We all laugh, we drink. Then we make a few Jim Beam Cokes, finish that bottle. We had a few Royal Crown and cokes, I think I turned Shannon on to a new love. We almost finish that bottle. Watch the niners loose. Drink. Play pool. Drink. To relax us before we go out, we go to the Spa. Drink. Then we went to HMB Brewery, to see the Niner after game report. See Ken Dorsey. We had beers. Nobody else wanted to go to the city for a night of fun and debauchery. So the three of us roll on up. With sleeping bags, knowing we aren't going to drive home; we park at the apartment in the city, we drink more. Almost finish another bottle of Crown Royal. We go to this bar in the mission off valencia. Pretty cool. Drink two pitches. Leave, come back to the apartment, had another drink. I looked at the clock, it was 2, we had been drinking for 15 HOURS STRAIGHT! The other two were assed out. I felt like I really accomplished something. Not many people do productive things with their Saturday's.

We wake up, I was surprisingly not hungover. I think it was because it was a steady 15 hours of drinking, as apposed to 15 hours of drinking squished into 3 hours. We chill, then go back to my house, Shannon left. Dan and I watch the Cowboy's game, they almost won, TO got hurt, I knew I was going to win my fantasy game after that. I dropped Dan off at the Bart station. I come back home and help my mom decorate the Christmas tree and the house. It looks good if I do say so myself. We had a beer together, I love my mom. I don't know why I can relate to her...hehe, I can always know where I have a friend to have a beer with. That was my weekend. I think I forgot some things. But that's two weekends, back to back, of good debauchery stories. I now must go, to avoid work.

"I took out 200 bucks, that didn't help; so I took out another 200"

So Rob, Darren, and I, get into Sin City at about 8 o'clock at night, ready to get hammered. We get to our hotel, the Venetian. IT WAS PIMP. The room had a living room in it that was a few steps lower than the bed room. The bathroom was all marble. The view looked over the beautiful...overflow parking lot. Oh well, we weren't there for the view. It took about 10 min to get from the casino floor to our room. It was in the newer tower which was a trek to get to. Now that we have our room and got all settled in we had one thing on our mind...lets get beers! So we walked around the hotel, down the canal in the hotel, drinking. Rob was kinda hungry so we decided to go to P.F. Chang's for some grub. While we were there we had mandarin martinis...that got us to where we wanted to be, wasted. We walk out and I flag down a towncar. While in it, one of us said, "Lets go to Crazy Horse II." On our way there we were talking to our driver. Rob asked, "how long you've been driving a cab for?" The driver said, "I ain't no cab driver!" He was pretty pissed. We asked if he recommended a better strip club, he did; so we went to Spearmint Rhino. Every girl was fucking beautiful. There were 1 to 1 ratio of girls to guys, and on the main "dance" floor, four girls went up at a time. We find a place to sit, get drinks. Some strippers come over to talk to us for about 30 min. I slip the one talking to Darren a bill and said, "take care of him" apparently she did. Rob, who has a loving relationship, said, "You guys didn't even try to go to a regular club!" but still he got a lap dance; although he waited an hour longer than the rest of us to get a lap dance; he's only a man. When a girl asks if you want to see her naked, its hard to say no. This is when his famous line of, "I went to the ATM to take out 200 bucks, that didn't help, so I took out another 200." I couldn't stop laughing, I still giggle when I think about it. So when we decide to leave, after all my Vegas money is gone, it was almost 6. For the rest of the trip we compared prices of things in amount of lap dances we could get. We promptly went to bed, strippers danced through my head.

I woke up at 8:00, freezing. I lost the ro-sham-bo match for the beds, so I had to sleep on the pull out. When I passed out on the bed, I didn't notice it was just a bed sheet covering me; also I missed to recognized that the couch was right under the vent for the A/C. It was really dark (the best blinds in the world, something I'm not used to); all I could find to keep me warm was a bathrobe. My new "blanket" kept me warm for another hour. I couldn't sleep anymore so I went downstairs to pick up some tylenol for my pounding headache. When I got to the room the others were still comfortably asleep, so I took a shower in one of the best showers ever. The bathroom was really cool, mirrors everywhere, and the shower was glass so only one person could be in there while in the shower was in use. Once we were all done showering we went downstairs to get lunch, since we slept through breakfast. We got in the elevator all hungover, Darren noticed our reflection in the mirror, ALL of us were wearing plaid. Too hungry and tired to change we kept on going as the Plaid Brigade. We had tickets to the fight which started at 8 or 9. So we went to the sports book and placed a few bets. Then we went shopping for shoes in the canal shops, which didn't have any of our sizes. After a little bit of walking around and drinking we went to the fight. We found our original seats ($50), the second furthest point from the ring. I saw an empty section, so we went to go sit over there. This whole time we were drinking beers of course. So we watched the 3 fights before the main event in $300 seats. It wasn't too exciting since we were far away and there were not that many people around. It was pritty empty, a lot more than I thought. Little by little people came in, but on the whole not really a lot of people. Meera and Mat called me from England, it was really cool to talk to them; the were having a smoke after being on the noisest bus I have ever heard; and I wasn't on it! When the main event came, I saw a break in the security and we upped our seats to 600 bucks. Once the rest of the cheap section saw the Plaid Brigade jump the ropes, they did too. Two guy's were sitting behind us, wearing purple suits. One said he saw us going down to the expensive seats so they followed the plaid. Darren said, "Always bet on Plaid!" The fight was awesome, Danny Williams got knocked down 3 times. We had a bet that it wouldn't go past the 7th, it did by 10 seconds. Fuck that Vegas rigged shit! The fourth time Williams got knocked down the fight was over, and so was his brain. I swear his head was 2 maybe 3 times the size of it before the fight started. Rob took a piss at the end of the 7th and missed the knock out. He was pissed, no pun intended. On the way out we saw the boxer from the earlier fight, and I took a picture of Rob and Darren with him. His face was pretty shot, but he was smiling because he won. We went back to the Venetian and ate at the steak house, dropped 110 bucks each. But it was grub steak and we had a bottle of wine. Rob was tired so he wanted to take a power nap before we went out, what a vagina. It was 12, we didn't wake up, but we were stoked to see DJ Pillow at Club Bed.

The next morning we slept in till 10. We were still tired, Darren was very hungover. We got breakfast. Walked around outside. We came back to the sports book and watched football, drank free beers, well I did. That's the best, free sports, free booze, ahhh the life! We went to the airport a little late, 45 min before our flight. We booked it to the gate, Darren and Rob got stopped at the security check point. I went to the gate a head of them to slow down the plane. The lady at the desk had my ID and gave me my brothers ticket. I told her I was Dustin not Darren; she said, "ok Dennis". Then she gave me my ticket and it was still Darren's. Again, she gave me Darren's ticket. I was like no, I'm DUSTIN! She gave me my ticket, Rob came up and gave him his. Since we were late she gave us whatever was available...FIRST CLASS BITCHES! Well for me and Rob, since Darren lagged, he got stuck in coach. Which he promptly complained, claiming that it still was his birthday, not appreciating the lap dance I got him. Whatever, he couldn't drink anymore, I WANTED FREE BOOZE. I love free drinks, I got three of them, in glass not plastic; they were stiff too! It was a good trip...I love the Vegas.

Have you ever done something stupid?

I HAVE, and not just once either! This morning I was taking the trash to the dump, so I was tying the garbage bags up (which smelled of 3 week old crabs, by this time I was immune to the stench). While looking for garbage I see a 10 foot branch in the garage; since the doors were closed through out the night, it must have been REALLY windy. So I was being responsible and took it out. I was going to throw it into the bushes javelin style; but half way in my wind-up I decide that it wasn't going to make it over the bushes so I spun it like a boomerang (what do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back? A STICK, hehehe). As I release, I watch it and then THWACK, the freeking thing was so long that it hit me right in the temple. Some how it got my finger too. I looked around, rubbing my forehead, to make sure that nobody saw what happened; then I laughed at my stupidity. My temple still kinda hurts four hours later, an idiot reminder.

A Brief Update

Favorite Quote of Thanksgiving : "I fought my liver and I won" - Darren; don't go too big the night before a family gathering, makes it so much harder...

Nothing exciting going on, The OC is good, but it could be so much better. Why can't the rock chick have normal hair! And what was that hat that Marrissa was wearing with the bow on it last night, classic. I WANT COMIC BOOK GIRL BACK (Anna). I liked the gardener from last season better, I think the characters name was LUKE! This fucker dresses exactly like him! Except he's dark, him and Ryan are going to have a fight too, but this time Ryan will be the one with the witty comment.

Tonight is Karen's birthday, it should be fun, I plan on drinking...

No interesting adventures, I've been boring. I went to the OC with Serena and we had a great time. It was really nice to see everybody. Patricks still rocks, didn't play deer hunter, I was the beer hunter :) I miss the real OC, its warmer there... But the show is so much fun!

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