sharkmx62
11-25-2009, 04:40 PM
This story is actually a continuation of the last one. It was an epic weekend. Friday and Saturday were parties, sunday was the srip club, and this is the story of Monday
I use to have this weekly thing at my apartment where some people would come over to watch Monday night football. I cant tell you a single game from that time, because honestly, it was just an excuse to drink. Well Monday night rolls around and we have an even better offer, Steves stripper friend is going to be in Arlington at a local bar doing a bikini contest. This is better then football, we agree this will be our Monday destination.
Milly and Steve leave a solid hour before I do because im waiting on Brian. Brian and I arrive at this bar and Milly and Steve are nowhere to be found. Apparently they thought it was a good idea to pre-game, buying a 24 pack on the way to the bar and finishing it. They got so drunk and lost, they left an hour before us, and got there 15 minutes later, and they only made it because some older lady was willing to take time out of her day to escort them there. We get there, it is Steve, Milly, Brian, myself, and 2 strippers. Steve had dibs on the one (which we wouldnt have touched anyway but he had his goggles working over-time) and the other one was pretty cute. Steve had bought these white ugly ass painters jeans the night before and decided to wear them to the strip club and at this bar. Something about these jeans screamed trouble, and for the only time in my memory, we spill atleast 4 full beers on these "party-Pants". To this day, I dont think Steve has worn them again. Milly immediately goes into drunkard mode and starts ordering jagerbomb after jagerbomb. Im a fan of jagerbombs so I initially try and keep up. I call it quits after about 7 and Milly is on about his 10th when the waitress comes up to us. Realizing how many shots she had served and what a short period of time weve been there, the waitress asks Milly to sleep in the car and wait for us so he can sober up a bit. Unfortunately for Milly, he had already told everyone the tab was on him, and apparently strippers are greedy, who knew? So we continue to drink at the strippers request, then the stripper loses the contest and begins to cry obnoxiously.
"I lost cuase im u-u-u-ug-ug-ugly" "No baby youre beautiful, it was rigged!" Brian and I have had enough of this and we head outside to check on Milly. Milly is lights out in the backseat of my truck, done, out for the count. Brian then makes a giant mistake, he begins to bang on the window awaking the sleeping drunk. Milly begins clawing at the window like a dog trying to get out of a cage. I dont think much of it and head back to the car when Brian yells "**** he's getting out!" Milly in a half sleep/half drunk rage comes flying out of my truck, headfirst, his foot was caught on the seatbelt. BAM his face explodes on the concrete leaving his lip completely busted open. Steve runs outside, and when he sees Millys face begins asking who we're fighting. We explain Milly kicked his own ass. Milly is furious and will not settle down. At this time he apparently thinks he needs a cigarette, and he wants it now. The drunk starts running toward the freeway, luckily Brian and I catch him before he gets to the street. We eventually talked Milly down, get him back to sleep in the truck, and paid our $368 tab (with a 10% tip) and headed home.
The next day at work was pretty amazing as Milly walked around still drunk with a completely wrecked face. He goes home before the boss gets in, a wise decision as he is supposed to be staying sober to keep his job. Unfortunately when your boss is also your father, things tend to get a bit weird. After a lot of phone calls and a lot of fighting everything eventually settles down. Well, everything but his lip which stays swollen up to his nose for a solid week.
I use to have this weekly thing at my apartment where some people would come over to watch Monday night football. I cant tell you a single game from that time, because honestly, it was just an excuse to drink. Well Monday night rolls around and we have an even better offer, Steves stripper friend is going to be in Arlington at a local bar doing a bikini contest. This is better then football, we agree this will be our Monday destination.
Milly and Steve leave a solid hour before I do because im waiting on Brian. Brian and I arrive at this bar and Milly and Steve are nowhere to be found. Apparently they thought it was a good idea to pre-game, buying a 24 pack on the way to the bar and finishing it. They got so drunk and lost, they left an hour before us, and got there 15 minutes later, and they only made it because some older lady was willing to take time out of her day to escort them there. We get there, it is Steve, Milly, Brian, myself, and 2 strippers. Steve had dibs on the one (which we wouldnt have touched anyway but he had his goggles working over-time) and the other one was pretty cute. Steve had bought these white ugly ass painters jeans the night before and decided to wear them to the strip club and at this bar. Something about these jeans screamed trouble, and for the only time in my memory, we spill atleast 4 full beers on these "party-Pants". To this day, I dont think Steve has worn them again. Milly immediately goes into drunkard mode and starts ordering jagerbomb after jagerbomb. Im a fan of jagerbombs so I initially try and keep up. I call it quits after about 7 and Milly is on about his 10th when the waitress comes up to us. Realizing how many shots she had served and what a short period of time weve been there, the waitress asks Milly to sleep in the car and wait for us so he can sober up a bit. Unfortunately for Milly, he had already told everyone the tab was on him, and apparently strippers are greedy, who knew? So we continue to drink at the strippers request, then the stripper loses the contest and begins to cry obnoxiously.
"I lost cuase im u-u-u-ug-ug-ugly" "No baby youre beautiful, it was rigged!" Brian and I have had enough of this and we head outside to check on Milly. Milly is lights out in the backseat of my truck, done, out for the count. Brian then makes a giant mistake, he begins to bang on the window awaking the sleeping drunk. Milly begins clawing at the window like a dog trying to get out of a cage. I dont think much of it and head back to the car when Brian yells "**** he's getting out!" Milly in a half sleep/half drunk rage comes flying out of my truck, headfirst, his foot was caught on the seatbelt. BAM his face explodes on the concrete leaving his lip completely busted open. Steve runs outside, and when he sees Millys face begins asking who we're fighting. We explain Milly kicked his own ass. Milly is furious and will not settle down. At this time he apparently thinks he needs a cigarette, and he wants it now. The drunk starts running toward the freeway, luckily Brian and I catch him before he gets to the street. We eventually talked Milly down, get him back to sleep in the truck, and paid our $368 tab (with a 10% tip) and headed home.
The next day at work was pretty amazing as Milly walked around still drunk with a completely wrecked face. He goes home before the boss gets in, a wise decision as he is supposed to be staying sober to keep his job. Unfortunately when your boss is also your father, things tend to get a bit weird. After a lot of phone calls and a lot of fighting everything eventually settles down. Well, everything but his lip which stays swollen up to his nose for a solid week.