Wait Could It Be

I'm fairly certain that no one reads this anymore. Well fuck all of you. I need a forum to post my stories if nothing else so that I have them for my own personal benefit. Stories coming later.

An Unforgettable Island Experience

This past weekend G-unit brought me up to nantucket for a few days in the sun. The trip started off great, hitting up a few local bars the first night. Waking up early the next morning (saturday) we gathered up our stuff and headed out for a full day fishing trip. 5 hours in the sun with no shirt on and not an inch sunblock touching my body, a good tan was on its way. After our 5 hour trip, with no fish to show for, we headed in for a bbq. Getting ready upstairs while G's father and step mother were downstairs preparing, G and I where lighting up an apple, 4 or 5 to be exact. After the pre-meal preparation we headed downstairs, cooked and feasted. Having a friend of G's over for the bbq, we had all planned on going out after into town to meet up with a few girl friends of ours. Walking into town we had good feelings for the night to come.

We met up with the girls, 4 of them, 2 1/2 were good looking. Having good feelings about the night, we were ready for anything. So we hopped in the girls car, 7 of us, and took of to a party not too far from town. Picking up a few racks on the way, we were all set to make our way in. Walking in not knowing one person, at first i felt a little out of my confort zone, however after a short while of talking and flirting, I was in and felt great. Side note, the guys at this party were all in college, most from St. Lawrence, and the girls were all either my age, or younger. After a few hours of drinking and burning, I was feeling pretty good. Approaching one girl I used the typical opener, "hey, im looking for a partner, wanna play?" The girl was cute, nothing spectacular and I knew if I played my cards right, I would be in by the end of the night. She more then willingly agreed to play with one exception, she would not drink anything. She claimed she was driving later and had already been drinking more then she should. For me this was a no brainer, more beer for me, girl on my left, why not? accepting the terms we started the game off only playing 6 cup, the team we were playing thought it would be more appropriate seeing as how i was the only one drinking on my side. It didnt take long for me to realize the girl i was playing with might have been cute, but she could not make a cup if her life realied on it. But this wasnt a problem, i was still planting the seed and felt more confident then ever that i would close very shortly. Making 5 cups, and loosing the game, i realized this girl better make this up to me, while also realizing that as this point, after a few hours of drinking and 6 cups to myself. I was drunk. Moving on with the night a drinking kept on, then the inevitable happened and the cops had to come ruin everything. From this point on im not going to go into detail. But I found out who the rats were, and after an hour of dealing with the pigs, i left nantucket on sunday with a hurt moral and a 100 dolar ticket. What i learned from the story is never trust a guy named brit, (who happened to get arrested for holding some E) and more importantly never trust someone youve just met, when it comes down hard, they have no problem pointing some fingers. luckily for me im a good talker and wasnt the one behind bars for the night. for further questions i am willing to elaborate in person or via telephone, but until then.

Silver out.

Stay safe.

P.S. things with girl didnt really work out, seems she was a better jumper then me and managed to escape from the cops, probably for the best.

"The Second Ever Small Gathering at AJ's"

This was the worst blog written, unfortuantely EL Guapo was the author. Only a few notes have behind from the original blog post.

9:45 pm: Beer Ball in trunk, Weasel and El Guap head to Tommy Bahamas right up untill we get this phone call: "I can't find the tap". Panic ensues and Weasel books it to the corner part, only to arrive at 9:59, essentially salvaging what could have been the worst night ever. I would like to point out that one of the more hilarious things happened in this phone coversation: In response to the question: "Dad, Where's my beer ball tap", Silver's father responds, "I don't know, let me ask your mother".

10:00 pm: Silver decides it's time to cut back on the weed intake.

10:15pm: El Guap spills beer all over Silver's work pants. Fuck.

10:18pm: Silver and SlimJim depart to try their luck at a bar.


11:30 pm: Silver and Slim arrive largely unsuccessful.

1:15 am: Weasel and EL Guap depart for late night fesivities at The Vein Villa with none other than the Vein herself and Swerlgirl. El Guap has no recolection of the whereabouts of SlimJim and Silver.

8:48 am: From Silver: "Silver is woken and on his way to work. Armed with a bowl in his right hand and a lighter in his left, he asks himself why the fuck he works everyday.

A translucent Saturday...except it wasn't a Saturday, it was a Monday...

For a Monday night, it had traits of a classically sketchy Saturday evening. The night started pretty standardly at Fish's and included the colorful personalities of SilverBoy, Tam, Mustang, Yakov, and a couple of Fish's grad school friends, Heather and Marcos. 

We drank. We smoked. We talked. We left. Standard sesh for the Wolfpack. After everyone else decided to be huge pussies and go home, SlimJim and Fish played caps for about an hour before Fish decided it was time to call it a night and go to bed. Leaving Fish, headed towards home, I received a phone call from an old neighborhood buddy and decided to continue the night...and the sesh. After smoking and shooting the shit for a while, we heard some people on the field behind his backyard and decided to check it out.

Going swig for swig out of a bottle of his parents red, we walked into the field only to see a few of the more unique characters from high school smoking some of the best flavored hookah I have ever tried before. After smoking with them for a few minutes, I turned around only to find my buddy throwing up in the bushes. This night just went from questionable to a little too much for me. After he got himself together, we took off and I decided it was probably time to go home. 

Immediately getting into the car, I got a call from Bunny requesting me to come pick her up. While en route, I ran into Fish again who said he couldn't sleep and chose to take a walk around the lake. I picked the two of them up and we headed straight to 24 to get six whipits...sick. While in the parking lot at around 2 am we saw a "small person" exiting his car, and because of a unique experience with "small people," the following conversation took place:

Slim: Woah. Should we, uhh, get out?

Fish: I dunno, man.

Bunny: Yeah, Slim, I think it'll be okay.

Slim: I'm not getting out

Fish: Fine. I'll do it. Pussy.

From there, the three of us went back to Fish's and proceeded to drink more while doing whipits for the next hour. 

It was clear waking up this morning that I was far more dumb than I had been before...

A displaced fourth of July

This fourth of july was spent with an unusual group of pack members. The typical drinking buddies were out of town, so Slim and Silver were left to celebrate with different faces. This is how the day unfolded.

11:37 am- Silver wakes up pussyless from the night before, lays in bed questioning his morals and ability to fuck. On top of that, Silvers wonderful day plans all seemed to fall apart within a matter of minutes. This leaves him with only one option, suppress these feelings of anger via beer, and lots of it.

12:30- Silver, Tam and childhood friend G-Unit hit the golf course with a 30-rack in hand.

4:02- Guap, Slim, Tam Cricket and Silver head to Wee's house to keep the holiday festivities going, Wee was out for the day and let us use his house.

7:00- Wee gets home and opened up the actual house for us, the alarm went of and he realized he had no knowledge of the code.

7:05- Alarm is still going off, we decide to drink through it, even though the chance of cops showing up is very high.

7:08- It stops.

7:10- It starts back up again.

10:01- Cuban and Silver head towards the crows nest, july fourth rage. Slim and the pack are trailing behind anxiously anticipating. We are hoping to find a 3% attractive rate, and hoping not to have to drink so much to find it.

11:01- Slim and Silver start spitting some game at two 25 year old cuties, one we shall call red, the other flower.

Flower and Red both found to have boyfriends, interest and intent is lost. We go for the Cougar.

11:43- Douche's sister proceeds to call Silver an asshole, simply for taking a road beer and a dinner glass. Silver responds with what is the problem with a road beer? Side note, this was not the first unpleasant conversation had between Silver and Douche's sister tonight.

Douche's sister will be referred to as DS (Douche's Sister)

DS- Who are you?

Silver- Thats not way to introduce approach someone, if you'd like to know my name, say, hey how are you, my name is ........ what is yours?

DS- What, why would i ever do that?

Silver- Because that is the proper way to introduce yourself to someone instead of acting like an idiot.

DS- Do you know who i am?

Silver- no.

DS- This is my house, you can get the fuck out.

Silver- Well then, (proceeds to walk away, only to be later accused of stealing an I-pod)

12:52 am- Slim starts the convo with douche, questioning why she hates Silver.

Douche claims silver to be judgmental, here is a list of the claims.

Silver is only nice for unknown reasons.

Silver is judgmental.

Silver is a player who cant be trusted.

Silver is scum...

Douche can not seem to get over the fact that Silver might in fact be a good guy.

1:44- Silver and Guap drop of douche and decide to crash the party, and do a respected keg stand for every member of the wolf pack.

2:08- Guap and Silver head to Wee's to meet back up with the pack for a late night smoke, and reminisce.

You can whip our cream, but you can't beat our meat

July Third

6:58 pm- Slimjim and Silverboy finish first beer in preparation for the Soxs.

7:11- Slim and Silver crack open beer number three.

7:32- Slim finishes his third, while Silver ends his fourth, while proceeding to take a few beers for the road.

7:39- Slim and Silver pack first bowl of the night.

8:20- Slim says he's feeling a .06, meanwhile walking to the game drunk. Night is young, fuck bitches.

9:43- Slim and Silver decide to go to Ken Griffey Jr Hall of Fame induction after college. Date is unknown, trip is planned.

10:57- Silver and Slim are sober and on the prowl.

11:22- night starts back up.

11:36- the root begins, Silver and Slim take over.

11:51- The team wins first game.

12:15 am- Silver and the pack attach Tam with an assortment of fruit. Tam then calls Silver to inform him that he is passing out on the side of the street.

12:27- Smoke first blunt.

12:40- El Guapo is on the road to heaven, Slim and Silver are a snails pace behind. Time for a rage.

12:42- First party was hardly a party, many lame faces. El Guap and Slim leave silver alone temporarily, however silver recovers exiting the house hands full of red velvet cake. Thus far, success.

1:15- El Guap caught in the action, making out with blondy.

1:36- Guap ties down the late night, meanwhile Slim and Silver are getting antsy.

2:05- Guap arrives to his house just in time to realize that if he was any drunker, he would have to replace Mike Ditka as the spokesperson for Levitra.

2:12- Slim leaves the pack, Silver left at bunny's with Cricket and the Cuban.

3:31- JewishGirl leaves Slim after a pleasant smoke and blowjob sesh, Slim wonders why the last three girls he has gotten with have had there period.