We actually had a productive planning session? OMG! WTF?

In six years, I think this is the first time we've succeeded in planning something. Whether it all works out in the end remains to be seen, but just the fact that we actually have something PLANNED is something to cheer about in itself. So anyway, today was pretty crazy. Billy told me on Saturday that people wanted to plan the afterparty, and that he and Richard wanted to have the planning at my house. I don't know why it had to be at my house, but seeing as I probably would've been bored by myself anyway, I figured I'd just let them have it there. I had no idea how many people would actually turn up, but it was more than I expected. I suck at hosting anything at my house, frankly because I'm a total neat freak. Case in point: I regularly interrupt Xbox games (when four other guys are playing) to adjust the couch because it's hitting the blinds, or it's not properly lined up with the carpet.

Off the top of my head, the people who went today were Karl, RD, IanMan, Matt, Ian, Pat, Richard, TJ, Lutz, Billy, Jay, Chris and Christian, I think. If I forgot anyone, then my bad. Anyway, had heaps of fun playing Burnout: Revenge. Funny 'cause Christian called and said he and Karl were gonna be over in 10 minutes, but they ended up taking 30 to get here. We all agreed that they were making out, with a little bit of rubbin' and shuntin' as well. The story was that Christian 'couldn't get the car started.' Norries guys, we know the truth. Car trouble...is that what they call it nowadays?

Anywho, womped everyone's ass in Burnout, because that's how I roll. That means you, Tim. I pwned your ass. (The times you beat me don't really count, because...which is...I can...I drawed a willy on it.) After Burnout was the actual 'conference' session. This was cool because it worked out for once. So it's all settled! RD just has to buy our stuff. Don't worry dude, we've got the finances covered, 'cause according to Richard, it's $300 each, so that should cover it. If you have any extra moneys, use them for a haircut. Kidding, buy porn instead. Good porn, too. None of this 'RD Borbajo sex tape' crap. Jokes, buddy! Thanks for handling the food preparation. Awesome; porn, food preparation and RD Borbajo all in the same paragraph!

Anyway, aside from Pat and Ian, everyone left after we got that settled. Speaking of the Darsh twins, I'm not Ian's friend anymore, because he beat me twice in NBA Live 06. (No, Ian, not three times. The second time was BULLSHIT. YOU KNOW IT!) He got his first glimpse of me being a very sore loser. Bastard. Before I leave for the Phils, I'm giving you the thrashing of your life. Then we can do smack. My veins feel so alive. Oh, and fuck Andre Iguodala.

In other news, tomorrow's sign out day, which means tomorrow we officially become ex-Patty Boys. I can't be fucked carrying all my stuff, because unlike other people, I can't carry 'the Empire State building in one arm.' Damn alloys, think they're all good. So Karl's picking me up at 10:30AM for sign out day, then me and TJ are off to Parra so he can buy his tie, and I can go CD shopping. Sweeeeeeet. Anyways, later days!

- marty..

P.S. EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE! Rest in Peace, Eddie Guerrero. The man whose nickname was so cool I decided to steal it for myself, is now with the God he loved so much. Still can't believe he's gone, but at least he's in a better place. Thank you so much for the memories.

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