We realized last night that it would be the last time many of us will be living in walking distance to wings. We then realize that we have never walked home from wings, and thought it would be fun. So here is my best recollection (narrated map) of Chris, Regan and my walk home from wings last night. Instead of using roads and side walks like little girls do, we took what we thought was going to be a more direct route home.
1. Started at Sally’s. Enough said.
2. Slam beer at Stub’s. Thanks Regan.
3. Stop at K-Sig. We can see the gay house nextdoor is throwing a party outside, K-Sig? NO! WTF! Last week of summer vacation and we find all the miserable DB’s in their rooms or sleeping. Commadeer one Miller Lite and two Coors Light. Chug. Throw on floor. Leave.
4. First fence hopped. Not too bad. Chris breaks his sandals and wants to walk around. Regan and I say NOT.
5. Military style duck and cover trip across the softball fields. Chris still has broken sandal.
6. Fuck. Another fence. Chris wants to walk around again. NOT. Damage done from hopping this fence. Chris: punctured foot, Jeff: ripped jeans (damn it) Regan: IM BAMF’r!
7. End up at 22nd AVE. Time to head to Sporty’s. On the way I fell flat on my face and got grease all over my shirt. Fuck. Chris’ foot still hurts. Get to Sporty’s. Order beer. Wash off train car grease. See really drunk fat lady, who can not form a full sentance get cut off. She wonders why. Smoke a mentol. Go home.
Great trip home. BANG.
August 28th, 2008 at 1:55 am
Why didn’t you steal a car or something?