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Donkeypuncher · 07-21-2003, 11:09 PM

Oh yeah; stories.

Seattle, December '98. Laurie's brother Bob is there to visit a girl he met river rafting, we go along to hang out, have fun and see the Bruins @ Huskies game. So, the girl's friends get us tix to the game - turns out they're U-Dub alumni and they giev us their alumni seats because they're not going in anyway - they want to do the tailgate thing in the parking lot. Fine by us. (great game, btw - Cade McNown's last game as a Bruin and we kicked their ASS, which was awesome being the only Bruins in a sea of U-Dub purple)

So, we're shuttling back and forth from our seats to their RV a number of times during the game. They got us the tickets... may as well spend some time with them right? Besides, they have the bbq going out there... and we're drinking the whole time. Beer inside at the game, beer out at the RV... all afternoon. Game's over, we go hang out with them indefinitely... cheap vodka starts flowing and they start making sloppy joe's.

The next 4-5 hours of my life is missing. I heard some stories, though.

I think the most colorful was the group trying to enter a club that evening. Apparently, right after we walked in, the bouncer approached and asked us to leave. Laurie began to argue with the guy and he said (pointing to me), "he's already had too much to drink." I guess she was half-holding me up at that point. She said, "no really, don't worry... he's drinking nothing but water the rest of the night; we're just dragging him around with us." I guess the bouncer paused a couple beats, gave a heavy sigh and said, "do you know he just threw up on your back?"

See, it was December. In Seattle. Cold. Everyone had heavy jackets on and me being kinda slumped over her... well, that's just where I was aimed at the time, I guess.

Mind you, I only know this in story from the other people there. I cannot vouch for the events personally.

I woke up about 9:30 that night, face down on one of our hotel beds, my head hanging off and a trash can directly under my head. I sit up and say, "I'm hungry - let's go get some pizza." She doesn't want to drive, so I do. I was completely fine. Too funny.

At the time, I remember thinking, "note to self: you threw up on her directly and she's still speaking to you. No, she's laughing about it with you. Marry this one."

07-21-2003, 11:09 PM	#5 (permalink)
Donkeypuncher Psycho Location: Pasadena, CA	Oh yeah; stories. Seattle, December '98. Laurie's brother Bob is there to visit a girl he met river rafting, we go along to hang out, have fun and see the Bruins @ Huskies game. So, the girl's friends get us tix to the game - turns out they're U-Dub alumni and they giev us their alumni seats because they're not going in anyway - they want to do the tailgate thing in the parking lot. Fine by us. (great game, btw - Cade McNown's last game as a Bruin and we kicked their ASS, which was awesome being the only Bruins in a sea of U-Dub purple) So, we're shuttling back and forth from our seats to their RV a number of times during the game. They got us the tickets... may as well spend some time with them right? Besides, they have the bbq going out there... and we're drinking the whole time. Beer inside at the game, beer out at the RV... all afternoon. Game's over, we go hang out with them indefinitely... cheap vodka starts flowing and they start making sloppy joe's. The next 4-5 hours of my life is missing. I heard some stories, though. I think the most colorful was the group trying to enter a club that evening. Apparently, right after we walked in, the bouncer approached and asked us to leave. Laurie began to argue with the guy and he said (pointing to me), "he's already had too much to drink." I guess she was half-holding me up at that point. She said, "no really, don't worry... he's drinking nothing but water the rest of the night; we're just dragging him around with us." I guess the bouncer paused a couple beats, gave a heavy sigh and said, "do you know he just threw up on your back?" See, it was December. In Seattle. Cold. Everyone had heavy jackets on and me being kinda slumped over her... well, that's just where I was aimed at the time, I guess. Mind you, I only know this in story from the other people there. I cannot vouch for the events personally. I woke up about 9:30 that night, face down on one of our hotel beds, my head hanging off and a trash can directly under my head. I sit up and say, "I'm hungry - let's go get some pizza." She doesn't want to drive, so I do. I was completely fine. Too funny. At the time, I remember thinking, "note to self: you threw up on her directly and she's still speaking to you. No, she's laughing about it with you. Marry this one." __________________ "take me down, little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the Queen of The Underground"