Everyone has New Year’s resolutions. Some people want to lose weight, get laid for a first time, not date such assholes or sluts who fuck you over, make more money, party less, drink more but I had a New Year’s resolution for 2010 different than those: End 2010 harder than I ended in 2009. Completed: 12/31/10.
I said my New Year’s resolution for 2011: Would not be losing weight, I like to think of myself as not that big. I get laid, so that’s out. Everyone gets fucked over, fuck life fucks you over. I could always use more money. I could never party less, I could always drink more. But I thought mine for 2011 would be something worth writing about, something I haven’t done yet, probably one no one cares about, but fuck you all, right? So here are some of my friends New Year’s Resolution and mine:
Brock NYR-2011: Win the 3rd annual 50-Hour Challenge; No sleep, All drinking.
Nate NYR-2011: Out-do the 2010 ghost of Nate Bell in EVERY way possible. You know…beer, bitches, etc.
Kent NYR- 2011: Never lose in a Shot-Gun Race… Even though I still never lost.
Seth NYR- 2011: More fat chicks; Get alcohol poisoning again.
Deven NYR- 2011: Survive all the alcohol I will consume this year. That an easy one, right?
Jared NYR- 2011: Quit havin naps; Cuttin in my drinkin time.
If you know me, which most of you don’t because you cannot handle someone one like me or let alone handle all of us in your life, or if you know anyone around the town I live in, or hung out with any of us at one point in your life. Then you know us, you know us well, and we are all about one thing… getting white boy wasted. So we pre-game. No one wants to show up to a party sober. Well me and my friend, Nate, we couldn’t go to the New Year’s party without some good stories to show up with and prepare our liver ready for a Mike Tyson knock out, I mean it’s the biggest party of the year, besides my birthday. So we did our Pre-gaming non-stop for 5 days up to the eve of what will be the greatest New Year’s in my eighteen years of precious life on the 3rd rock from the sun, earth. So I asked Nate to type some of the tells of our adventures before the New Year:
The HELL of Ten High
As you probably know already Brock and I spent our Christmas break drinking beer, getting shitty, and causing trouble. Night after night, making story after story, but one night stands out from the bunch. You know it’s kind of like that one fat chick at the party that sticks out the most and everyone tries to avoid her until there body has had enough alcohol, you know guys?
The night began as it always does with a trip to town, having no plans whatsoever, and a few bucks to get me by. I meet up with Brock at Village Green and we try to decide on what to do. We had a pretty good idea of what might happen but no official plans until Brock said:
“I’m in the mood to get FUUUUUUUUUUCKED UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!”
Obviously I wasn’t going to sober chauffer his ass around the gravel roads so my plan was to get just as drunk or even more than he planned to. We can get pretty drunk off beer (IF you give us enough of it) but there was only one way we could get “fucked up.” We both knew what had to be done, just then we turn to each other and both blurt out:
“TEN HIGH! … FUCK!”
(You would understand why we both said “FUCK” if you knew our first encounter with this devil-of-a-whiskey. I’m not sure how Ten High got the name, if I was founder it’d be called, Ten Under, because by the end of this night I felt ten feet under. FUCK!)
“I knew you were a pussy but I swear I heard you said you wanted to get FUUUCKED UPPP…so get that sand out of your vagina and DRINK UP!”
I know Coke and whiskey isn’t ever meant to be chugged but we started the 5 seconded chugs: 5-4-3-2-2-2-2-2-1-DONE. Miles down the road we are feeling pretty buzzed but not even close to “fucked up.” We had a long night ahead of us; that is until it came to a halt when Brock’s Mazda couldn’t make it up this mountain that was covered in a thin layer of snow and ice. If you saw this hill, you wouldn’t think twice if you were in Himalayas staring directly at Mount Everest. If you have ever been gravel roading with us before you know that one of our rules is “No reverse; never turn around.” We had two options: Make it up this hill and continue on our way OR call it quits like a couple of pussies and break our own rule. But we are conquers, So…