Homecoming

Farewell to Springfield. I have completed my first year at the fake U of I and I feel wonderful. Home for the summer and itching for fun. Thus far, }I've had a blast at home hanging with friends and family. Adios to the 3 people who actually read this blog. I'll more horror tales from the Field i the fall. Peace.

ARMY OF DARKNESS...MY DARKNESS...

I have seen the pictures and watched the video, and I still have no fucking clue what happened during this glorious? day. The Army of Darkness...not only a cult classic but also a sloppy mess of a barcrawl...that won our hearts...
So to recap with my limited memory...here is what I remember...

ILLINI INN: I got to the first bar only to find that the excel sheet made to reserve t-shirts was non-existent. Neither I nor my 3 guests received t-shirts..bullpoo. One guest of mine from Springfield did join the mug club though. Eh...

WHITE HO: I remember walking around alot..with no t-shirt..drinking lots of beer for the two hour span. Oh...I did play one game of darts against to self-procliamed masters of darts...Joe Mac and Tim Tatoo. All I heard before the game was I am a master with tatoos who will rob you of both your innocence and dart game win. DVD was my partner...not half bad...to shorten the story we scared the tatoos off these jokers by winning the game. I embellish this game because that's the only cool thing that I remember at White Ho.

Also, Maggz was holding a t-shirt for a friend soon to come. I bet her that she wouldn't show up by the time we got to Station and that if she didn't I'd get the shirt...tbc

GULLEY'S: was closed thank the Lord. I remember last year it smelled like beer, shit, and vomit. Skipped entirely...no problem.

STATION: Station was a better time than I expected it to be. Maybe it was because our whole group occupied the entire beer garden and part of the inside bar. Since we skipped Gulley's, I got the shirt extra quick and then the fun began. I remember drinking out of pitchers that I ordered just for myself. I remember standing on a picnic table overlooking Green. Uh . . . I remember how I told someone that I once hopped the back wall to get in on Unofficial to avoid cover . . . done . . .

GEOVANTI'S: This was the kicker that killed me. I remember getting to Geovanti's and taking a head but from the manager there. I don't know why. Then Bryan bought me a llegerbomb and Rob bought me a llegerbomb then Kaleem bought 40 kamikazes (of which I downed 8) . . . I don't remember leaving the bar . . . I don't remember any other bars whatsoever . . . but here's what I was filled in with by others . . . (if Joe's was in between these two bars, then here's Joe's...)

JOE'S: the bags were taken away from me because I'm pretty sure I threw them at Tom Fernelli. The girl who took them seemed mean at the time so I told her just because I'm not a douchebag frat boy doesn't mean you can steal the bags. In retrospect she had a point, but I would have killed her in bags. that's all I got...

CO'S: Apparently someone (no name necessary for those who know me) did lotsa shots with me at CO'S . . . I was proud to hear this . . .

KAM'S: Jesus that video was great

JIMMY JOHN'S: Someone suggested I get food since I was not sober, so I got to Jimmy John's and on the way I run into Spencer, Eddie Mac's housemate. I convince him to get food with me. I eat my sandwich . . . he has one bite remaining on his wrapper . . I grap and stuff it into my mouth and chew...he gets mad and wants it back, so I spit it into his hand. He eats it. And if I remembered this I would have considered it a huge bonding experience, but since I don't it's just gross and awesome.

The other bars I haven't gotten filled in on. I was a ghost. I have no stories. I did get kicked out of Murphy's I was told, which would make it twice. The first time was unofficial when they tried to charge a 5$ cover. I tried to slip over the dividing bar after walking in. Some douche in a pink pastel and popped collar told me to leave. I insulted him first, told him the bar sucks, and left.

All in all it was an amazing weekend that I'll never remember but never forget . . . through pictures.