I traveled back in time on Saturday night to 1995! All with the help of Jägermeister AND Goldschläger.
It all started with “real” (alcohol percentage) beer from California which I alternated with “water”…also known as light beer. Then came the sip of Jager from someone’s Carl’s Jr. cup, no ice. That is some hardcore shit, yo! But that was just a sip. Then there were the Goldschlager shots. I can testify to the cinnamon-y goodness being a wee bit over powering. But Diet Mountain Dew seemed to really help that issue. Yes, I just admitted to shooting Goldschläger and Diet Mountain Dew. God bless Utah and their inaccessibility of booze that make booze so appealing!
We played Apples to Apples which is now my favorite new game OF EVER. I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants on their living room floor.
My favorite quote of the night was when Chris yelled, “Somebody get in here and give me a sponge bath!” It is impossible not to love that. IMPOSSIBLE!
I was pretty pissed off at myself when I realized I had forgotten my camera. Luckily, Aimee brought hers, and I took about a million pictures with it. I’m sure the photos all really super awesome because my photographic abilities increase exponentially when I start taking shots. It’s too bad we weren’t able to get photographic evidence of the party that their next door neighbors were having. It was like mariachi band meets rave meets house party. It was SO LOUD! And big! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a house party that big. And I used to live in Oakland, so I’ve seen some shit. Frankly, the loud ass party made me miss California. It was damn fun to watch and listen from Sue’s back patio.
Weekends like that make my many weekends of hermit-dom worth it. Who needs a boyfriend when I have such an incredibly hilarious adoptive family? Seriously love them stupid.
The crappy parts of Utah are mostly a state of mind, or being subjected to it. Once you find your niche here it can be great. I’m glad you have cool friends to take you out of your hermit-dom.
But tell us, what kind of hangover did you have the next day with that concoction? Goldschlager and Mt. Dew? I’d be sick for days…
Oh man. I can only imagine what your head must have been like Sunday morning.
I’d be sick from the Mountain Dew alone!
“And I used to live in Oakland, so I’ve seen some shit.”
Awwww YEAH baby.
Sounds like a great time. You can TOTALLY have good times without a boyfriend.
The Grunt,
Thanks, me too!
jenny,
I felt rather zombie-ish, but not pukey or sick. I don’t think I would have felt very icky if I had gotten more than four hours of sleep.
Tiffany,
Really, not that bad! Especially after I took a hot shower and sugar scrubbed the booze out of my pores!
sizzle,
It was a great time, indeed! I can’t wait to do it again.
Oh, just thinking about Goldschläger and Jager makes me stomach rumble. Takes me straight back to college days.
When I saw them at the party I laughed hysterically…but it was a great time!
I love Goldschlaegger! There’s a great shot called Gingerbread made from GS, and it tastes exactly like Gingerbread!
I used to love shooting Jaeger, but then I had a little incident one St. Patrick’s day and now the smell nauseates me.
jager tastes like santa claus
Jeez. Saturday night? I also got to party with old friends from back in the day – it was a party kind of night!
Love Apples to Apples. Great game!
I am shocked no one has commented on the shot glasses – I mean, cherries and boobies! Awesome!
One of the best nights in my life was spent drinking Goldschlager with my friend Barb in a Hilton bar in Minneapolis, MN after a Green Bay Packer game. Good times.
Love the shot glasses.
You call that a Saturday night?!? You don’t know crazy until you spend a Saturday evening with me. This past one consisted of dinner and bowling with 36, 11 and 2 1/2 yr. old “boys”. Oh yes, and then I really stirred things up when I fell asleep on the love sac at 10 pm. Woo Hoo!
Thanks for the movie and the frolicking afterward. I look forward to our next girl date
Sra,
I’ll have to check out the Gingerbread shot!
Crystal,
I think one of my friends might be dating Ol’ Saint Nick!
Ginonymous,
Was a good Saturday night, huH?!
Zanny,
I may have sort of licked that cherry shot glass.
lostinutah,
Hooray for good times!
meggypoo,
Stop tempting me with your wild Saturday night descriptions!
Movie and frolicking afterward were great. We must do it again!
I swear I am the only person on earth who doesn’t understand why Apples to Apples is fun. I’m perplexed enough about it that I’ve taken to outright hating that game. This is a recent development; I assure you I haven’t created a scene at multiple parties by refusing to play or anything.
Booze. The answer is booze! Or hallucinogens. I can’t remember….
i’m a little late on this one but…
<3
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