The Irish Bar

As I write this, I ask you to excuse any grammatical and spelling errors.

Tonight I got home from work. Work was long and busy. I kicked ass. Yes I did.
I got ready to hang out with Mauri and Matt Boone and some others I haven't seen in a while but that fell though. Not sure why the shindig fell apart but I opted for an alternative plan of action. I headed over to the Dixie Chicken to hang out with Tim. While there I had an interesting conversation with some people about pyrotechnics and the Masons. Yes, according to Dad, for me to become a Mason is near blasphemy and I could be excommunicated from the Catholic Church. Interesting. The guy (who was a Mason) wasn't able to explain what Masons actually do. I know their secretive, and he may have been drunk, but from what I gathered it's interesting but slightly cultish. I'll have to research this on my own. Bring on unreliable Wikipedia!

Anyways, went over to Obannon's and met up with the rest of the crew who was there for Rachel's 22nd birthday. It was fun and I thrive on crowds. I found it rather amusing to place napkins on peoples heads while they weren't paying attention. You'd be surprised at how long they can stay there. I placed a napkin on 9 peoplesez heads. Score one for random but satisfying actions.

There I met (and I told them I would would write about them) three crazy awesome girls. Their names were Caroline, Whitney, and Jessica. They're pretty amusing to talk to and I think that they may have been a little spooked by me but HEY, I'm incredible. In a game of Truth or Dare I was dared to get a tattoo on my buttcheek. It was going to be Jessica's name. *sigh* it's too bad all of them wussed out, because I would have done it. You don't think so? You have no idea how far I'll go to prove a point. Have you ever gotten a tattoo of somebody's name on your rearend? Yeah, I would have. Toooooo bad. It was a one time chance and I proved that I have more testicular fortitude (balls) than everyone else.

Also, I stole Rachel's camera and decided to take some random pictures. I quickly came up with the story that I was a photographer creating a documentary about night life in College Station. Do you know how many people will believe that crap?! I went around the bar and got so many groups of people to pose for me! It was freakin' hilarious! Everyone was only too happy to chunk the deuce or make the most awful face possible. Great, I rock. I was cornered by a group of girls who called me out on what I was doing. Clever girls. But they laughed so hard when I told them I was merely messing with my Rachel. They even posed for another picture!

Haha, it was pretty awesome. I had a blast. Of course the bars seems to close down too early when you're having fun but at 2am that's how this town works.

Also, as I type this now at my brother's apartment Lindsey is PLASTERED. She picked up a baseball bat jokingly threatening to hit me and she wound up owning David (my brother if you don't know) in the knee! HAHA! Drunken foo'! It's ok, I wasn't harmed and I'm still able to type. David's knee will be bruised, because that hit was freakin' LOUD. HAHA, still crackin' up about it.

Anyways, I'm gonna sign off for now, but keep in mind that you have a full weekend to read about soon. We've got Matt Boone still in town, Pieper's party, and a fishing boat parked in a backyard to drink in.

I've got a full weekend =)

Always better than you,
Phil