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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed Previous Posts
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Monday, September 22, 2003
Jon's BBQ Bash After two years, Jon and Dawn finally got around to having a house-warming party. Well, not really, since I've been over there a few times in the past. However, this was the first time that they actually had most of our crew over for food, drink and fun. The party was a smashing success! Jon went all-out in preparing every type of Italian pasta cuisine. My favorite were the cheese-stuffed shells, topped off with his amazing sauce that was probably simmering for at least 12 hours. The salad was just as high-caliber, featuring a plethora of mixed greens, fresh chic peas (or garbonzo beans if you prefer), red onion, and a tantalizing dressing. To top it off, he prepared succulent tenderloin cooked over high-grade, restaurant-style, hardwood charcoal that came alive with an aroma that made you feel like you were sitting in a Ruth Chris kitchen. Our evening continued with our usual talks of college life, Jon's hard-knocks life, and how many spinal cords Jon has severed in his last 15 years as a scrapper. :) We also debated everything from God, to marathon running, to diversity & racism (we can never escape this topic), to tag-teams, and everything else in between. Oh, and let's not forget about the Killer Koolaids: a mixture of Midori, Absolut, and Amaretto, topped off with cranberry juice. I don't even remember how many of those brain-debillitating drinks I had, but I'm guessing I had at least six of them, which translates into 18 shots of liquor. On top of that, Jon got the Cuervo 1800 shots going around, and I swear I put down three of those, just for sport. Danielle was also pounding down the red wine like it was water after a trek through the Sahara. She tends to hold her alcohol a little better than me, but you can always tell when she's been affected because she becomes VERY uninhibitted. It was a treat. I'm not sure what happened... perhaps my body went into life-saving mode. I remember just getting up and feeling a gut-wrenching pain from my lower extremities. I just leaned over Jon's kitchen sink and emptied a little bit of my keg that was accumulated in my torso. I didn't even think anything of it, and it happened so matter-of-fact. I felt a little better, and somehow ended up on his couch... perhaps I even passed out. The next thing I knew, I was getting up in a panic. The only thing that I saw was a 16-ounce cup. That will work! I didn't have enough time. I don't even think that my brain was working. I'm surprised I had enough brain-power to keep my life-support system operating. Well, 16 ounces wasn't enough. The cup wasn't even upright, I don't think. Poor Jon & Dawn. There was probably 100 ounces of Killer Koolaids, Cuervo 1800, tenderloin steak, salad, pasta shells, cheese, and crackers all over his coffee table, as well as his carpet. Jon and Peter ended up carrying the coffee table outside, and hosed it off, remote controls and all! I hope cranberry juice doesn't stain, because there's a tell-tale remnant ring that was masked by the coffee table in his gray carpet. I'm a total loser. posted by Dino at 11:20 AM (permanent link) |