Oldie But Goodie

My Broken Elbow

Considering how many times I've fallen in my life, only two broken arms isn't a bad ratio.

2 nights, 1 nancy, 3 mancys, and from 3 to 7 one thousand.

jen came to berkeley to deal with her storage. i got a text announcing her arrival and promptly went home to get my gin. she was with brian and they came to pick me up at home in jen's mom's snazzy red-orange car. we swung by the crescent and grabbed the final mancy and drove up to the wolf house. we promptly broke out the immense amounts of tonic and gin and made some stiff drinks. the four of us shuffled up to the roof and bg managed to donate his drink to the roof. we watched the sun go down and contemplated the profile of wurster's tower. a llama or a dragon? we received a phone call from nancy flo and i hogged the phone during the pass around. afterward, we were all feeling the effects of the gin and tonic and decided to go back indoors. tony found some hamburgers and he cooked them up for us along with some delicious onions, mushrooms, and bacon. we had a few issues with the condiments, and jen proceeded to smother her bread in mustard. we proceeded to pass our glasses around and see how blind everyone was. tony's right eye wins. jen had to depart to get back to her grandparents and so we bid her farewell and walked her to her car. we were accosted by druken sorority sluts shouting SCOOOOOOOOPS and then played a bit of mario kart.

the next day jen barted to berkeley and i met up with her and beeg at gypsy's. we were at a loss as to what to order but we managed to get some delicious dishes in the end. we packed jen's leftover salad up and left it atop a newspaper dispenser (what are those called?) we bought some limes at the former owl rexall drugs and then headed back to wolf. the gin and tonic started to flow, but tonstar could not join us due to sleep lab. unfort. jen presented us with lovely gifts that were much appreciated. we listened to old music and weird al songs, and then i proceeded to freak bg and jen out with billy's balloon. tony joined us for a bit and we all chatted on the porch. the conversation flew from one topic to the next, including people debating whether it's expresso or espresso, negative or negitive, as well as moun-tayne or mount-in. and butt-in, kitt-en, fount-in, etc. we also discussed my mockery of southern accents that is completely subconscious. we (well i) learned that the two other mancys did not use to get along and heard the story of the events that brought them much closer. the internet was another significant point and we talked about individuality and relationships over the internet, as well as the power twitter has at connecting us all. all the meanwhile bg was playing with a discarded condom. don't worry, it was his. and the whole night was full of polaroids and slr shots that will never get put on flickr. livejournal was mentioned, and then chris came by and commented on our colorful internet lives. we showed him grape lady later. final mention will be bug juice, the original reality television show on the disney channel.

this was a long blog post. i don't think it was quite interesting enough. but pictures will make it all better!

jen's new hair

because candid shots are best. longer post to come later. promise to include: two nights of gin and tonic. bug juice. 3 mancys and a nancy. hamburgery goodness. mount-ins, moun-taynes, and my predilection for using a southern accent. friends that used to hate each other and colorful internet lives. jlp out. that's j.l.p., not julp.

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Vegas!!!

The weekend of luxury and craziness. Stayed at the Venetian in an amazingly large suite with Jacqui, Brian Sloss, his sister, his best friend and his sister's boyfriend. First night stayed up till 4:30 am, for no particular reason. Tried asking everyone what club was open at 4:30 am, but unfortunately was turned down as we made our way back to the casino. Gambled, lost $5 and decided to stop gambling. Until the next day.. The next morning ate a gourmet buffet breakfast at Planet Hollywood, gambled and drank some more, then ventured off to the Paris hotel and of course..gambled some more. None of us were a fan of that casino, bad luck with all of the machines, but loved the interior decorations of the hotel. Before I continue, must add the craziest thing that happened at the Venetian. A hooker walks out of an 80 year old man in a diaper's room as he gives her money. She then called her friend and said "Lets go out tonight! Just got money." Anyway, that evening we saw Cirque Du Soleil "O" at the Bellagio. Left us all in awe. After the show we walked around the hotel, got some pistachio gelato and Jacqui got a chocolate art masterpiece. Delicious beyond words. Then ran back to the hotel with our heels on, thought my feet were going to either break off or i'd have to cut them off, basically destroyed our feet, soaked them in the tub and watched SNL in the bathroom through the mirror (too lazy to turn around to watch it.) RALLY good virgania skit. Then decided to "briefly" check out the night club at our hotel, Tao. We decided we'd check it out, maybe have a drink and then leave. Not exactly what happend. Almost kicked a couple girl's asses in line who decided to cut in front of us. We were in the VIP guest list line which happened to be only for residents of the hotel, but they proceeded to cut us anyway. Walked up to the 3rd level of the club which was outside and amazing view of Vegas. We met a group of really cool guys, bought all our drinks (long islands and shots of tequila) and they actually happened to be from East Bay! Small world. Partied like crazy that night until 5:00 am and decided to make one of the guys a mancy. Woke up the next morning, went to Luxor and ate at a deli in the hotel. Shouldve just got the corn beef sandwich. Thought I was being healthy by ordering the grilled chicken with wheat bread, but of course they fried the bread in a stick of butter. Layed out by the pool drinking Strawberry dacquiris. Saw the girl whos ass we almost kicked on the chair RIGHT next to us. Rediculous coincadence. Good thing nothing happened or else that would've been REALLY awkward. After a full day of sun and lots of tanning, went out to a wonderful restaurant in the hotel called Fusia-an asia fusion cuisine. The ad for it in the hotel showed an older man sitting at the table with a half naked woman on top of the table hand feeding him his meal. Under the picture of the girl in small print it said, "Woman on table not included." On the way to the restaurant, bumped into a woman in pink pants, a pink top and a pink cell phone with a lit cigarette in one hand and another cigarette in her other hand. Jeff makes a comment about the cigarette smoke as she brings it in the elevator. She replies to him, completely wasted and on some kind of drug, "It's my fucking birthday. I'll smoke 10." Walks out of the elevator barely walking straight, sticking her ass out and looking at brian and jeff up and down. Had some wine and an amazing dinner then proceded to leave for home at 9:30-10:00 at night. What I've learned on this trip: 1) I hate gambling. (or losing) 2.) Things that should never happen will happen in Vegas. Including people. 3.) The mancies and the nancies need to make a trip asap. Three words: Best trip ever.

w(backwards e) miss u

although these pictures were taken last summer, they still apply to this summer, this summer being, the summer of destruction

following the photos, nancy flo and nancy blades proceeded to drink several canisters of gin & tonic, and brilliantly decided to pack some to go, and indulge on lucky strikes that nancy flo had scored in south america. The trip began with the idea to head to the photo booth, and the nancys stopped in Kroeber for a quick bathroom break (and by this time, instead of walking, it's slightly stumbling) stop in front of the BAM and run into people from blade's southern california town, and she is polite to the girl, but drunkenly rude to the ass hole boy, after which off to the photo booth! but alas, it was closed. by this time, the nancys have to pee again, and so they call up two/thirds of the mancys (although they are not called mancys at this point, it is in their destiny to be them) and flo and blades walk in on two mancys playing monopoly and playing with water balloons.  after several photos with two drunken nancys, the mancy proceed to play more with the water balloons. What followed is to be argued, but following, there is a bitchy knock on the front after which flo and blades jump into a closet and proceed to take photos. the mancys tried to keep it a secret from the power tripping bitch who was there to ruin the party, but she opened the door to find blades and flo and a tremendous argument followed.  After being kicked out of the apartment complex, blades and flo visited the irish, and then decided they were hungry for crossroads. but it was closed! so they snuck in the exit door and ate as much as their drunken bellies could take.

and if that was last summer in the span of only a few hours, you can't even imagine what will be in store for this summer of destruction