Who the fuck is Patrick? People love a reason to drink. Last night was a good night. We got things going at Pat's place with some beer and basketball watching. Alabama got eliminated so I don't really give a shit what happens now with the tournament. I went to the bathroom and when I got out, Pat's girlfriend about jumped on me thinking that I was him. She yelled, "Happy ..... oh you're not Pat." Maybe I should have left the lights off... just kidding Lauren.

After some drinking and people cheating at darts, we went in two loads down to Grand Central. Thanks to Joey being a sober driver, we didn't walk. It's a bar in town that people don't frequent enough, but they have good prices on drinks. There were only about 7 people in the bar when we got there and it was party time once we stepped in. We took over the pool table and I won a lucky game to keep the table. Marie was my partner but she really didn't do shit. Love ya Marie! we beat her two friends, Dustin and Kelly. They were cool as shit and need to come more often. I think that was the last game I won too.

Apparently at this bar, 12 pullups will get you a free bottle of beer. So all these people were taking turns showing how manly they were. Some townie got on Todd about not doing full extension. He was right but he was just being a drunkard. Sadly, Spang was the only lad who couldn't complete the 12. Awwwww. Blame the alcohol. That seems to be the thing to do these days. Spang was busy getting hustled by these two chicks who were playing for beer. They were getting pissed at me cause I'd say random shit to the them before they shot. I think they were more mad that I was doing it in a nice way and not just being a complete dick about it. I guess these ladies take their pool playing serious. Maybe the next time I see those girls we can play another game that I can smoke their asses in so I can get free drinks. Although I did get a free T-shirt at the Hilltop for being the sweet, young, smiling guy that I am. That lady gladly handed it to me. It must have been the smile.

Today I came home to 4 wonderful ladies in my kitchen preparting my dinner. Some of you might be wondering how I pulled this off without forking out a single dollar. Well.....one night I woke up to a call from a drunk friend begging me to pick her and others up from the bar because one of them was too wasted to walk. The call came around 2 am and I had been asleep for a little while already. I told them if nobody else would do it, then I'll come get 'em. It turns out I was the only one dumb/nice enough to go pick them up. When I got there, I got to see one lucky lady puking into a plastic grocery bag. The bartender had the look, like she was ready to start breaking shit if these girls didn't leave soon. We finally got everyone in the car and they kept saying, "we owe you big time Ricky..." I told them that they had to take me out to dinner or make me dinner and tonight was the end result.

They cooked chicken parmasean, caeser salad, pasta, and banana bread. It was great. There was even some left over that I was nice enough to share with some of my roommates. The girls were nice enough to do all the dishes after I sweet talked a couple of them. They even washed the dishes that were there a couple days ago from my lazy ass roommates and their guests. One of them claimed they would all cook naked but that didn't happen. Oh well, the food was good. You ladies can give me a drunk call any time if the food keeps coming. The moral of the story is: you must give to receive (even though receiving feels really good)! :roll:

After working at the fine establishment that they call "The Information Desk", I was headed home when I was stopped by a girl that was in my last class. She wanted to know something info deskish. After I provided her with the proper info (it's my job 24/7), I exited on my flashy Mongoose scooter. She called me back for some reason and when I got there she introduced me to her roommate. Her roommate said, "... I see you around campus a lot and I wanted to tell you that you have the prettiest smile...whenever I see you smile you are just glowing." I'm pretty sure that you could see a blush through my caramel skin at that point. I'm not the greatest at taking compliments around a group of girls (all compliments are welcome though). That made my day. I'm all smiles.

We got our shit together and won two out of three. We hit the ball well.
And by we I mean the whole team excluding me. I hit like a fucking T-baller
against major league pitchers. I think I came home with one hit the entire trip. I guess I got some making up to do. The hotel was a lot better than the one in Nebraska but there weren't as many good tales.

We got there around 11:30 and some people ran off to the jacuzzi. My and my roommates (Adam, Aaron, and Joey) were getting settled into our room. Our room had one King sized bed and a love seat in it. And this is supposed to be a room that housed 4 strapping young lads. I don't think so. Some of the guys on our team were lucky enough to have people already in their rooms. Pat opened the door to his room and the guy inside said, "Hey...you can sleep on the floor if you want". What kinda shit is that? This wasn't the only occurence of somebody being a room that we our team was supposed to have. After Adam contacted coach Fishler and the front desk, we went up another floor to go to our new room which was also already occupied. This hotel really knows how to treat a team.

Some angry black lady, who I think was the manager on call, was pissed at all the bad ass kids running around and wondered why were scattered in all these rooms with no adults gruntly said, "I ain't giving nobody no refund for some damn kids running around" It was fucking hilarious. Also, one of those  you had to be there stories. All in all I'd have to say it was a good trip. Too bad next week we're playing at home. But I'm sure they'll but something going on at 10th ave to talk about.

Shout out to "wet butt" Marie.