So this was weekend okay. It started with a very impromptu decision to go down the shore friday night with Michael and H.C.. So we got Bryce to buy us a couple 30 racks of PBR and Keystone and proceded to head to the jersey shore. It was my understanding that we had a house completely to ourselves for the night, and it was right on the beach. Well plans changed. First, I found out that my dad and my uncle were staying in the house directly next to us. Then it turned out that my younger brother and his two friends were also staying in the same house as us. Fucking A. So we decided to make back some of Michael's money, by selling it to the young ones. Traffic was kinda shitty on the way down. We got to the house around 6:30 p.m. and a little bit later, left to honor our most recent tradition. Find the nearest arcade and play BIG BUCK HUNTER. Michael has yet to get the elephant in the safari edition. So we grabbed some expensive grub (fuck the prices of food on the boardwalk) and decided it was time to start drinking. Now H.C. expressed to us his wishes to not spend the night, because he was attending the Churchhill Cup in morning with his dad. So I attempted to convince him otherwise, while Michael was taking a dump. I cornered H.C. and attempted to steal his keys from him. This did not go as planned. I could not manage to hold him down, and our difference in height and mass did not help serve my cause. I lost. So H.C. left later in the evening to head back north (like a bitch) and Michael and I began to drink. There was no cable or music, so we were left to watch the Hit The Lights documentary for the sixth fucking time. Then my brother and his friends showed up. Now Michael is a "wannabe bro" of sorts, because he is in a fraternity and he plays the roles that life presents to him. So he is now also into the new bronomenon known as "icing". So he made my brother and his friends his targets for the night. So Michael hid Smirnoff Ices throughout the house.
The process went like this:
Victim #1: Patrick C.
Hiding Spot: The rafters above my bed.
Method: "Hey Pat, come check this out" (Michael pointing to the beverage in the rafters).
Victim's Reaction: Pleasantly surprised and accepting of the chug.
Victim #2: Patrick C. (again)
Hiding Spot: The microwave.
Method: Me saying, "Hey Pat, Can you check to see if I have any french fries left in the microwave".
Victim's Reaction: Accepting of the chug, but coming to the realization that this was going to happen to him all night.
Michael created an atmosphere of paranoia at this point, because no one knew how many Ices he had hidden.
Victim #3: Kiernan (My brother)
Hiding Spot: Behind his seat.
Method: Sat on it and realized immediately what it was.
Victim's Reaction: Resistant and immature at first, but submissive in the end. Led to events involving the theft of Michael's backpack.
Victim#4: Patrick C.
Hiding Spot: Kiernan handed it to Patrick while he was sleeping.
Method: The most unoriginal way ever.
Victim's Reaction: Groggy but drunkenly willing to accept the challenge.
The other kid ,Joe, could not drink any of the Ices, because he didn't drink often and could barely handle beer. My dad and uncle walked in a little drunk at one point. And there was this whole thing about Joe's girlfriend having a banana tattoo and my Uncle laughing and saying that he has his own "banana". I don't know. I'm just happy my dad didn't kick my ass when he found our beer. I do not know what happened to the other Ices, but I'm assuming Michael is holding on to them for a later occasion. I spent the rest of the weekend mostly working at the restaurant. I would return to my house and find the boys drinking PBR and having intellectual discussions about topics such as self-sucking and disney porn. Kiernan and Joe shared the same bed one night (their logic behind why was way too dumb to explain). They passed out spooning with each-other with bright colored vampire teeth in their mouths. I honestly don't know. And that was pretty much the weekend. O and I got bad sun burn. Yay.
