Pat, Justin, & Alejandro made my weekend. (Sexy lip-ringed latino is baaaack... i'm spoiled senseless with attractive males populating that house next door...) The football game was a Michigan blow out, complete with flasks. The rest of the weekend resulted in a plethora of bruises and blood, a bunch of rolling around drunk on the pavement and in bushes, being bitten on the neck by Justin in a bar, and having a MOM covering our whole tab (5 college kids drinks AND nachos) because justin was hitting on her, under the guise of asking for college advice for her disinterested and embarassed 14 yr old son. (yeah ok that was an incoherent sentence with absolutely improper grammar. you get the point; justins a man whore, we're the pimps that get his extra perks)
Continuing with the weekend... Pat went missing (was found and returned to the game, drunk, by a kind person), we had a 90's music dance party, moved a 50 inch projection screen TV in the pouring rain, and rode 4 people in the back of a 2 seater BICYCLE taxi for two blocks. If only it ended there: kissed alejandro outside the boys house, attended a pudding party, started dating Charlie again, and had Pat and Justin fighting (quite aggressively at some points) drunk in my bed. On that note, a few great lines from Justin: "Pat, were gonna fuck this bitch tonight!" "I have a booooooner" and then having to call Pat, who got freaked out by his sidekick and left, to take drunk, babbling, aimlessly humping, Justin out of my bed and back upstairs. (PS, Justin and Kidist slept together last night. I feel this might become a recurring byline in these posts.)
I will never forget the image of Pat walking back into my room, in boxers and a white tee shirt, and going "Come on dude, get up, she fucking CALLED me to get you out of here!"