In celebration of me losing my job, we were going to go to the hot springs with a bottle of wine to have a good soak and some nice reflection.
Fuck that.
After I spent about 7 hours on the couch feeling sorry for myself, Dylan went out and bought me a 26er of Jose Cuervo, which is my second favourite thing to drink after Cabo Wabo. Tequila is my drink, because I don't drink all that often so when I do, I go all out. I can outdrink any Mexican on Cinco de Mayo.
Anyways. I hit the bottle hard with Sean. Halfway through the night, Sean busted out his 10pk of mens size 10-12 ankle socks and starts going off about how great new socks are.
He demanded we all wear "Virgin" socks, because they make life so amazing. So all through the night we kept changing our socks to deflower all of our brand new ones. And thus began the quest to Braden's place, where we snuck through many lawns and ran through many sprinklers! When we got to Braden's, he agreed that socks are the best things in the world and busted out a new package of white sport socks. Hallelujah!!!
Armed with new white socks on our feet, and on our ears so we looked like puppies, we started another epic journey to nowhere, and ran through more sprinklers. You're never too old to be extremely immature. When I got home, I changed my socks and then the rest is a blur.
I woke up at 730, wearing no socks. Dylan's here, but Sean and my dog are both still MIA.
And now my in-laws are coming over.
BEST SOCK PARTY EVER
Fuck that.
After I spent about 7 hours on the couch feeling sorry for myself, Dylan went out and bought me a 26er of Jose Cuervo, which is my second favourite thing to drink after Cabo Wabo. Tequila is my drink, because I don't drink all that often so when I do, I go all out. I can outdrink any Mexican on Cinco de Mayo.
Anyways. I hit the bottle hard with Sean. Halfway through the night, Sean busted out his 10pk of mens size 10-12 ankle socks and starts going off about how great new socks are.
He demanded we all wear "Virgin" socks, because they make life so amazing. So all through the night we kept changing our socks to deflower all of our brand new ones. And thus began the quest to Braden's place, where we snuck through many lawns and ran through many sprinklers! When we got to Braden's, he agreed that socks are the best things in the world and busted out a new package of white sport socks. Hallelujah!!!
Armed with new white socks on our feet, and on our ears so we looked like puppies, we started another epic journey to nowhere, and ran through more sprinklers. You're never too old to be extremely immature. When I got home, I changed my socks and then the rest is a blur.
I woke up at 730, wearing no socks. Dylan's here, but Sean and my dog are both still MIA.
And now my in-laws are coming over.
BEST SOCK PARTY EVER
