cliff notes at bottom

ok so there are going to be a lot of FTRers meeting each other this week so I figured there's going to be a lot of ballin' stories that we could share. Gabe was just in cleveland for a few days and swiggidy stopped up the other night. Starting from the beginning and doing my best to remember stuff...

Sunday night:

I pick gabe's ass up at the airport, get home around 1am or so. We stumble on a soccer channel which ended up being on nearly 24/7. We drink and go to sleep around 5:30 i think.

Monday:

I see gabe as he wakes up from the couch. He IMMEDIATELY reaches his arm over and gets his newcastle from the night before. He downs a bit and I ask if it's good as I'm laughing hysterically. He gets this great big smile on his face and says 'it's delicious'. ballin'

We get some mexican then chill by the pool because it was the hottest day of the year so far. we go over my mom's at 6 for a once-a-year type gettogether that just happened to be while gabe was over, so we were there for 5 hours or so. family, friends, food, beer, shooting pool, etc. good times.

get home and go to sleep before 12.

Tuesday:

chill for a bit. get habachi from japanese place. chill some more. start drinking. brother-in-law and sister unexpectedly give me a call and stop over. sister and niece take off, swiggidy arrives a bit later. friends never call back. gabe drinks frangelico and apple with the occasional beer while me, swig, and the other eric nearly finish off a jug of crown. The 1.75L jug not the 1.0L bottle. hilarity ensues and i think the night ends around 3-4am.

Wednesday:

good god i had an epic headache. I was being really grumpy and probably a really bad host. We all go back to the mexican place and i feel so shitty on the drive over. swig drove because his car was a 4-door and i got the back. I started getting motion sickness or something b/c of the hangover and since the car was manual transmission, and when we finally get to the parking lot i yell at adam to stop the car then i opened the door and started hurling. Probably a solid 4-6 heaves, but the only thing that came out was water. i do vaguely recall the 2 idiots in the front seat laughing hysterically. we eat go to pool swig leaves later, i take gabe to the airport after we get japanese at night, the end.

i havnt backed, leaving for flight in 8 hours, need to sleep, dont know where my hotel room is, i dont have any clean clothes, and i dont want to pack. I do have a sick watch though that I just bought. and we're going to vegassssssssssssssssssssssssssss now!



cliff notes: chilled with gabe for the weekend. met swiggidy who was really cool as i had hoped. my lack of preparation for the vegas trip is mind-numbing at best.


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