This is Not a Game

Friday night was a busy night. Jason and I met up with some friends, at a local bar, to wish our friend happy birthday. Afterwards, we met up with some friends at a beer tasting alumni event (I've use the word "friends" a lot). We drank many beers, brewed at a local brewery, out of our commemorative glasses, which looked like the children of beer and shot glasses.

Then we went to a concert performed by Wale ("famous" for the song Nike Boots) and Carbon Leaf ("famous" for being from Richmond). During our trip to the new venue, one of our friends (I said it again) dropped his glass. Broken glass was everywhere. Authorities were concerned, we were not. Wale made fun of Soulja Boy (Haters made 'cuz I got me some Bathing Apes).

Afterwards we made our way to our friend (can I please find another word) DK's party. DK is famous (I use that term loosely) for wearing interesting shoes. There was Rock Band , there was beer pong, and there were crackers. We came, we saw, we conquered.

Fast-foward to Saturday (what is this TiVo?) The crew (There I did it, I used a new term) tailgated for the homecoming game. We grilled, we spilled, and we chilled. We tapped the Rockies. We saw Uggs (wack). We even pitched a tent (TWSS). We made it in for half the game. We Lost (What do we have two Sawyers on this island?).

Afterwards we went to a Jeremy's house and Jason and his entourage went their separate way. We then switched locations to another cohort's (What up SAT prep classes) homestead and a large group congregated. We watched some Zoolander (I use the word "watch" loosely). We did a lot of loitering in the kitchen. I was tired and I made my way back to my residence. I washed up and went to sleep. Overall it was a decent time.