What the bloody fuck? I realize I'm a bit older then most of you, but seriously....What. The. Fuck. Parties have to have a theme? Whatever happened to "It's my birthday, I bought a keg, lets get shit faced?" It was pretty simple: You show up, find the birthday boy/girl, smack them around a bit, drink free beer, then throw them down the stairs because you happen to notice the number of stairs corresponds with their age. I dressed up for exactly one party in my life. I went as Grandma Wolf. Don't get it? Neither did anyone else. I was supposed to be the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood dressed in grandma's clothes. I had an artist friend do my make up and it looked awesome. After about the 10th "What the fuck are you supposed to be?" I just started telling people I didn't know what the fuck I was and threw beer.
They don't have to have a theme, but adding one can be fun. Some of my favorites: - beer pong tournament with march madness style bracket - beer olympics - drunken charades - black light - casino
The "previously enjoyed" transmission I just put into the car is grinding like a motherfucker. Just great. Looks like I'm back to the mechanic on Monday. I don't have time for this shit.
Back when the bubba keg of beer was popular. We had one themed party every year. We named it the bubbathalon. Anyone could compete.entry was the purchase and consumption ofsaid keg. we glued all the emptys into some sort of trophy. Then we would team up and compete in any kind of winter sport we could think of. Each event only last ed 15 min. Ex. Road hockey. Downhill skiing(hill was only 40 ft long) we alsocame up with random things one warm winter we did a half frozen pond sprint. Only a couple feet deep and the house was real close...once people started having kids and getting married the bubbathalon stopped
Taking my offspring to her first Jays game tomorrow. If you're watching on TV and you see a drunk, abusive and profane man with a small child being arrested for shouting into the Astros' dugout, that'll be yer boy.
Speaking of traditions, my best friend and I had one that ran about 10 years. Sunday, every fucking Sunday, was Adventure day. We'd drag our hung over asses out of bed, load a cooler full of beer, jump in a 4x4 and go. Go where? We never knew, we just picked a direction and started taking which ever road looked interesting. We were surrounded by mountains and thusly, old logging roads. We found all sorts of interesting, long forgotten shit. I think my favorite find was an old train tunnel. There weren't even any tracks left and the rock work on the tunnel said "1912." There were also a myriad of abandon buildings we came across, including a whole full blown mine....machinery and all. And there were plenty of mine shafts which we foolishly explored. It's kind of amazing standing in front of a deep mine shaft bored into the side of a mountain on a hot summer day...the cool air coming from the shaft actually creates it's own breeze. All the amazing abandon shit was interspersed with the occasional moose, bear, or ancient cedar grove. It was fucking awesome.
Our parties never had themes, it was get drunk and detect loose morals. Road trips were more juvenile: we threw a dart at a map of south-western Ontario and we went to drink in the town closest to the dart that had over 25,000 people. Only the driver ( 95% of the time me) didn't drink on the way. Upon arrival, we grab a room at the first hotel we see that hasn't been attacked by werewolves and empty the entire ice machine into the tub. You discover that some stereotypes about small towns are true: especially the one where they don't like outsiders having the most fun in the bar. There was a couple times it was fortunate that us "outsiders" were fleet of foot.
Outside of Spokane there wasn't a town of 25K within 500 miles of me in those days. Even to this day a town of 25K is a big fucking city to me. I hate big cities.
Yeah, well I just spent the last year in Korea where good beer was hard to find. It was nice going back to the States, in between there and Germany and having so many options at my fingertips but now I have all these new beers to try and it's awesome. Plus the couple of little pubs I've been going to over here have been super cheap. Something like 2 or 3 euro for a liter of the stuff from the local brewery. I have yet to try the wine though, I'm trying to stay in low key places since I'm kind of in pain right now from sickness, but I'm not going to let that stop me from enjoying myself. Not too much of a wine drinker, but everyone tells me it's amazing and each town around here is about to have it's wine fests. Apparently there is also a thing called pig fest where each town will spit roast a bunch of pigs and all get smashed while doing it. Hopefully I'm over these god damn shingles in the next couple of days.
It looks great through her bedroom window. I mean... What? This isn't where I parked my car. Screen door. Meet bang and hurricane.
Gender parties blow even more than I thought. It was like a baby shower with different (dumber) games.
Stupid isnt? Been to two this year and each time was supremely boring. The reveal at one of them was everyone bites into their cupcake to see what color (blue or pink) the filling was. The other one was they just told everyone. Are you supposed to buy presents for a gender party? I didnt, I just thought thats what baby showers were for, and I dont go to those anyway.
Yeah, this one had cupcakes with blue filling. It was probably much more anti-climatic than it sounds. Some people brought presents. We didn't. The obnoxious part is that you know there's gonna be at least one or two showers in the next few months. I hate baby /wedding showers. Yummy pic. I love Betty Page/ girls who look like her.
Can you upload a video here without having it linked somewhere? It's says .MOV isn't supported! Or at least I think that's what I read before I came to this thread to bitch about it.
I spent exactly the appropriate amount of time looking, and then left her a clever and tasteful positive rep comment. Pervert.
Got in three solid jumps today. The instructors were impressed with how much I've improved, I didn't have the heart to tell them it was because I finally went without battling a crippling hangover.