May 22, 2006

• This is long.  Grab a chair.  It has pictures.

  
  

  Ok, so I’m going to post a roll-up for the weekend.  First off, I would like to say that I now have internet in my apartment, and it is blazing fast.  How wonderful.  No, I will also be more inclined to leave comments, knowing that it won’t take forever and a day to load the initial page, and then the comment page.

  
  

  Ok, so let’s start with Friday.  My boss was recently promoted to Major, but it was right before everyone went on leave, so there was no time for a party.  Until this Friday.  He had an open bar up to 1000 Euro, which is just short of $1300.  Basically, it means that everyone who comes can drink for free, until the bill hits 1000 Euro.  The bartender taught me a new drink, called “Aquafresh”.  It also doubles as a mean trick to play on someone.  It’s a shot 3/4sambuca mixed with 1/4 Green Creme de Menthe.  Then he lights it on fire, places his hand over it (the fire goes out, and the glass suctions to his hand).  Now here’s the trick.  You tell the person who is doing it that after they do the shot, they need to place their finger over their lips (like they were saying “shhhhh”) and suck in.  It feels like your lungs are burning, and it damn near put me under the bar.  Did the same to my friend, on whom I later played the joke. 

  
  

  The only guidance that my boss really put out before the party was “invite women”.  Simple enough.  I invited two, and told them to bring friends (meaning other women).  One couldn’t make it, and the other one decided to do SOMETHING other that come when I told her, because she give me a call after the open bar is over (3 hours after it started) to tell me she’s coming.  She also told her friends that there was an open bar but was apparently not smart enough to relay ideas of time, and monetary limits to them (she’s a blond).  So I tell her to come out anyway, and I’ll buy some drinks (I’m a nice guy).  When she get’s there, she shows up with 3 joes.  Needless to say, I didn’t buy any drinks.  I was pissed, but I was also full of aquafresh, vodka, gin, and tonic, so I let it slide.

  
  

  Now, I took a jacket with me to the bar.  Reason being because I took a cab there (I never drive after drinking) and would have to take one back.  It’s too hot to actually wear a jacket, but there are certain things I need to carry, like the gate opener to my apartment.  Well, I forgot my jacket at the bar, and by the time I noticed it, I didn’t care.  However, I did have to climb a fence to get home.  The next morning, when I woke up, I debated how early I should go and see if it was still there, and laid in bed and watched cartoons while my headache went away.  Once the afternoon hit, I came to the realization that the bar was technically a Cafe, and was probably open early in the morning.  Long story short, I went there and got my jacket.

  
  

  Saturday afternoon/night, I was over at my lifting buddy’s house for a barbecue with him and some friends.  Trimming the story to it’s funnier parts, there was light beer to start (which I’m not a fan of).  Sice we needed red bull to make more mixed drinks, the guy who wasn’t drinking (due to recently having laser eye-surgery), my buddy and I went to the store, where I obtained Sam Adams (because Guinness in a can blows) and Heineken Special Dark.  We also had grappa, which, because it as a strawberry flavored one, went down pretty easily.  Between the jokes, the food, and everything else, we had a good time.  Also, pictures were taken.  Some of the less funny ones that I took, were a little blurry, because I accidentally changed a setting on the camera.  The funny ones, without the non-funny ones, would be entirely out of context.  If I can get more from other people, I’ll post them.  Maybe.  I’m pretty sure there are some interesting ones of me.  You know, the ones that I won’t show you.  Here’s what I will show for now:
  
  Lifting buddy on the left, with a kid flying in from the right.

  
  

  
  Their children are someone nearby.

  
  

   
  The funniest thing about this pic is that the photo that follows it it unbelievably funny.  I can’t even explain why it happened, but I was DEFINITELY not supposed to catch  a picture of it.  [I seriously considered posting it, but have decided against it.  Contact me otherwise if you really want to see it].

  
  

   
  She’s holding up the gag-gift that was given to my lifting buddy’s son.  It’s a G-string, and somewhere out there is a pic of me wearing it over my shorts.

  
  

   
  The neighbor makes “Jack Daniel’s” take on a whole new meaning.  What’s even funnier was when my lifting buddy’s wife told him to stop and went to take the bottle back.  Perfect camera timing produced this:
   
  I had to protect the camera after this, as well as the other pic that I wouldn’t show.

  
  

  Sunday, we went out to Bassano, so that Amy, the only single member of our group (the rest of the group is comprised of 3 couples are married with children), aside from me, could show us where to buy some good flavored grappa.  I bought 4 bottles.  My only fear is that it will end up like my wine.  I need more people to help me drink it, because i it’s just me, I’m not drinking.  Hell, it took me over a year to open the wine that I had in my house.  Here are some pictures:
   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  This time, I promise that the next entry will be about the difference between going out with single and married groups (from a single guy perspective), and my “Bring your friend” party idea.  Unless something good happens, or I get more pictures.

  
  

  ~Black 6, out.

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