my friday night.

So after an awesome BJJ practice session (I downed a Red Bull beforehand. It didn't give me wings but it gave me some fucking awesome stamina.), I picked up a bottle of gin and Kahlua from my grad student friend and headed to Collegetown to get some lemon juice, tonic water, and milk. Then I headed home and took a shower. Because of my super intense workout, there was nothing in my stomach. Here is where logic and laziness/frugality come into conflict:

Nothing in stomach = bad time when drinking.
Something in stomach = have to go outside and buy food.

Solution? EAT REESE'S PIECES. Because they are definitely filling.

So yeah. Headed out to my coworker's house party with my kickass girlfriend who talks in her sleep (she like yelled out "HEY" two nights ago.) We got there around 11, and started partying it up. We played this game called "smack that" which involves drinking, backhanding ho's, and getting money. Great fun was had by all. Except I kind of sucked, and Annie kind of kicked my ass 36 different ways. So yeah, great fun was had by all :D

I don't really remember to well what happened after that, but I recall meeting Sandie and co. at CTB, then heading to my room for more drinks. And then waking up the next morning, extremely hungover..

Annie filled me in on the embarrassing details later.

Fucking Reese's Pieces.
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In recent news, there's been a few sexual assault things going on at school. It's pretty disgusting what men can sink to. It's more disgusting that the perpetrators probably aren't townies or vagrants--they're probably Cornell students.

Fuckers.