Author: BROCK MILLER
For everyone that did not attend Saturday and wants to hear how “HARD” of weekend it was for my “Crew" and the events that took place, read this, otherwise go lay out in the middle of a highway…
Urban Dictionary definition of 'Go Hard':
GO HARD- To just drink all night and day until you can’t drink anymore... just get so drunk you can't remember nothing.
I’m not the one to write a story about every weekend of my life, unless I think it needs to be shared and something besides the usual drunkenness or vomiting of his or her insides out along with one mean-ass-hangover. But this weekend (12/10 - 12/12) was a lot more interesting. . .
Friday Night:
First off and foremost, I had every intention of gaining the title of the drunkest one out of EVERYONE, both Friday and Saturday.
It was a first… it wasn't Brock Miller. Fuck.
Skylar is supposed to take us to a double kegger at the cottages in CoMo (Columbia for all you slow and older people). We pass time waiting for him to get off work, by playing 'Landmines'. No 'Landmines' isn't a group of fat ugly grenades. Its death/drinking game that never fails of making me:
Landmines- A drinking game invented by some college students. This game involves plastic cups, a quarter, and lots and lots of canned beer. First you need to gather as many people as you want to play. Usually a good number is 4. The more people there are, the harder the game gets. Everyone sits around a large table or flat surface. Each player gets a plastic cup and a can of beer. They pour as much beer as they want into the cup, and then the first person spins the quarter on the table. Once the quarter is spinning, the player picks up their cup with one hand, chugs the beer in the cup, puts the cup down, and picks up the quarter with the same hand they chugged the beer with. If the quarter falls off the table, the player must drink what is in their cup, refill it, and spin/drink again. If the quarter hits another cup on the table, the player must drink what's in that cup as well as what is in their cup, refill their cup, and spin/drink again. When someone finishes a beer, they may place it on top of the quarter while it is spinning during any give turn. The player who was in the process of drinking when the can was placed must spin/drink again, and the can stays there for the rest of the game. If at any time the quarter hits the can, the player must spin/drink again. The game goes until you run out of beer or everyone passes out.
The aftermath after an hour and a half between 3 people, a 12 pack of Busch, and 2 Sparks was a very good buzz and Skylar finally coming back to the apartment at 11:00pm.
At 11:10pm we are in Jamies’ brand new mustang, with (sober) Skylar driving us over to the cottages for the kegger. We arrive… the smell... was the first thing that hits you, a mixture of the most ridiculous body odor, stanky twats, and spilled beer. That's why god made old spice guys, come on.
A mental picture of this place, of what I remember- It was a PJ themed party, when I walked in the front door into the living room, there was a hardwood floor, laser and backlights everywhere, a 8ft beer pong table to the far right, stair case to the left (What was up there, not a clue… Sex?), and another room with two of the best looking kegs I’ve seen, just past the living room.
Two hours pass... girls are grinding to the the music, some so fucked up they looked like a downy trying to fit into the groove, then some guys trying there A-game on the girls, 80% getting rejected, 10% wishing they didn't come with their girl friends, 5% scoring, and the other 5% ultimately passed out.
-Drunk Scale-
Brock- Inebriated
Deven- Drunk
Skylar- Possibly Sober
Jamie- Shit-housed
The party was shut down when the cops were coming to kill the party. Every PJ dressed douche bag and whore scrammed, it was like I was in a horror movie running away from a killer dressed as Jason or Freddy. One guy wearing a full body PJ suit walks calmly to the gates, we follow to disappear. On the way back to the car I stole some type of a flower, not 100% sure what color it was even, it was in a nice newly bought flower pot though. I wanted to take it back with us to the apartment; it’s tradition to come back with something from the cottages, how you think we got our beer pong table… dumb drunks. This reminds me of the weekend before when I ended up with a house hold vacuum cleaner in my trunk.
For everyone that did not attend Saturday and wants to hear how “HARD” of weekend it was for my “Crew" and the events that took place, read this, otherwise go lay out in the middle of a highway…
Urban Dictionary definition of 'Go Hard':
GO HARD- To just drink all night and day until you can’t drink anymore... just get so drunk you can't remember nothing.
I’m not the one to write a story about every weekend of my life, unless I think it needs to be shared and something besides the usual drunkenness or vomiting of his or her insides out along with one mean-ass-hangover. But this weekend (12/10 - 12/12) was a lot more interesting. . .
Friday Night:
First off and foremost, I had every intention of gaining the title of the drunkest one out of EVERYONE, both Friday and Saturday.
It was a first… it wasn't Brock Miller. Fuck.
Skylar is supposed to take us to a double kegger at the cottages in CoMo (Columbia for all you slow and older people). We pass time waiting for him to get off work, by playing 'Landmines'. No 'Landmines' isn't a group of fat ugly grenades. Its death/drinking game that never fails of making me:
- Blacking out.
- Vomit uncontrollably.
- Breaking things.
- Claim to be an renowned expert on things I could not begin to explain when sober.
- Become very angry with inanimate objects, and loudly curse them.
- Have long and involved conversations over important topics that I have no recollection of the next day.
- Wake up somewhere that I have never seen before, and do not recognize.
Landmines- A drinking game invented by some college students. This game involves plastic cups, a quarter, and lots and lots of canned beer. First you need to gather as many people as you want to play. Usually a good number is 4. The more people there are, the harder the game gets. Everyone sits around a large table or flat surface. Each player gets a plastic cup and a can of beer. They pour as much beer as they want into the cup, and then the first person spins the quarter on the table. Once the quarter is spinning, the player picks up their cup with one hand, chugs the beer in the cup, puts the cup down, and picks up the quarter with the same hand they chugged the beer with. If the quarter falls off the table, the player must drink what is in their cup, refill it, and spin/drink again. If the quarter hits another cup on the table, the player must drink what's in that cup as well as what is in their cup, refill their cup, and spin/drink again. When someone finishes a beer, they may place it on top of the quarter while it is spinning during any give turn. The player who was in the process of drinking when the can was placed must spin/drink again, and the can stays there for the rest of the game. If at any time the quarter hits the can, the player must spin/drink again. The game goes until you run out of beer or everyone passes out.
The aftermath after an hour and a half between 3 people, a 12 pack of Busch, and 2 Sparks was a very good buzz and Skylar finally coming back to the apartment at 11:00pm.
At 11:10pm we are in Jamies’ brand new mustang, with (sober) Skylar driving us over to the cottages for the kegger. We arrive… the smell... was the first thing that hits you, a mixture of the most ridiculous body odor, stanky twats, and spilled beer. That's why god made old spice guys, come on.
A mental picture of this place, of what I remember- It was a PJ themed party, when I walked in the front door into the living room, there was a hardwood floor, laser and backlights everywhere, a 8ft beer pong table to the far right, stair case to the left (What was up there, not a clue… Sex?), and another room with two of the best looking kegs I’ve seen, just past the living room.
Two hours pass... girls are grinding to the the music, some so fucked up they looked like a downy trying to fit into the groove, then some guys trying there A-game on the girls, 80% getting rejected, 10% wishing they didn't come with their girl friends, 5% scoring, and the other 5% ultimately passed out.
-Drunk Scale-
Brock- Inebriated
Deven- Drunk
Skylar- Possibly Sober
Jamie- Shit-housed
The party was shut down when the cops were coming to kill the party. Every PJ dressed douche bag and whore scrammed, it was like I was in a horror movie running away from a killer dressed as Jason or Freddy. One guy wearing a full body PJ suit walks calmly to the gates, we follow to disappear. On the way back to the car I stole some type of a flower, not 100% sure what color it was even, it was in a nice newly bought flower pot though. I wanted to take it back with us to the apartment; it’s tradition to come back with something from the cottages, how you think we got our beer pong table… dumb drunks. This reminds me of the weekend before when I ended up with a house hold vacuum cleaner in my trunk.
