Drunk Saski.

Last night I went over to Andrew's house and he cooked me supper and poured me a hell of a strong drink and we watched UFC Fighting and I lost ten dollars on some fighter with a tramp stamp. I spilled rice on the couch and did shots of tequilla. Afterwards he gave me a ride to Matt's house where everyone watched a movie and we ate subs, but I wished I was eating more of the salmon Andrew cooked because it was surprisingly good, and I drank all of my root beer in one gulp. I melted oreos in my warm passed out hand and fell asleep on Matt's bed where upon the end of the movie I was so rudely awoken by my friends dragging my ass up out of bed and driving me home. I'm informed I fell down the stairs, but I don't remember that and I'm not sore, so everything is okay!

Can I just for a moment elaborate on the bachelor pad-ness of that house. Instead of a dining room table there is one of those miniature golf green's that you putt with in your office. Alongside that is the biggest sack of golf clubs I have ever seen. Let's move to the living room shall we? What would you expect other than leather furniture, a big screen t.v. and football memorabilia. The bathroom however was oddly feminine. There was potpourri and flowers. Bizarre.