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Iowa City Livin'
11.19.06 (10:45 am)   [edit]

I wish we had a camera crew with us last night. There's so much that happened that I can't post. We went out for a friend's bachelor party in Iowa City and we got our money's worth. We started off with a little pre-game at the hotel and then went to our first stop. The entertainment featured some drunk guy singing into his cell phone at the bar. He got up and started moving around as if he was on stage. At one point he was sending text messages and analyzing his phone as if he was looking through a microscope. This dude was gone.

At the next bar, we ran into a bachelorette party. Nothing to strange about that. But the soon to be bride is the ex-girlfriend of our bachelor. It gets better. They're getting married on the same day. We were getting tossed up there and kept keeping Ean from getting in a fight. He'd tap people walking by and say stupid shiz. We hit up another bar after that and took over the dance floor. There were about 15 Cornell people on the dance floor.

We sat around drinking at the hotel for a little bit and then decided to go eat. We went to Pancheros and the staff there was talking shiz in Spanish. I laughed my ass off. The only people who knew what they were saying were me and this guy from Spain. The employees would call the customers names and say it with a smile. I couldn't help but laugh. A couple bartenders from the first bar we were at were in line with us and they got the royal treatment since they were sexy beasts. We sat and chatted with them for a while but decided to go back to the hotel.

After a few laughs at the hotel, we heard someone down the hall. I went out there to see what room it was. I heard girls' voices from one of the rooms so I came back to our room and let the boys know. I called their room and invited them over. After a couple minutes they didn't show up so Bose went and knocked on their door. I went out in the hall and we talked them into joining us. Once again, it was cleavage night in the state of Iowa. They stayed for a while and drank and eventually the security guards came and broke up the party because of noise complaints. Haters.

 


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post date: 11.22.06 (2:05 pm)

so that's why you can't leave out state; it's all in the boobs.

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