Tamzin and Alicia's conquest:

bollocks



killthem Aug. 8th, 2005 10:15 am

Friday started out innocently with 35 Tuckerman hitting up our favorite japanese place in southie...but then apparently we realized we were in southie and that irish bars are the way to be. So we rolled up on this sports bar across the street where after a few drinks and rhonda making the mistake of jokingly asking me to invite this group of guys to our barbeque and me actually doing it and him losing his mind later we got the hell out of there before the guy invited his neighborhood.



We drunkingly sauntered down the street to the most amazing irish bar ever, and by irish I mean it came with nasty toilets, an irish bartender, and at least two backup bottles for every liquor...and a drunken irish girl who tried to sleep with tamzin. So after about 3 hours of drinking everything because we werent to decide what drink we liked we realized our half of the bar was riddled with glasses and I was trying to talk rhonda into taking the bartender home. Anyhow drunk irish girl starts dancing on us and hitting on tamzin, wow thats about all I can say about the rest of that evening. Needless to say we never made it to Johns house and tamzin ended up sleeping on the floor.



Saturday Tamzin spent the day passed out in the yard so we didnt end up being able to go kayaking. After walking down the stairs and saying something along the lines of "hey alicia maybe if could iaaaaaauuuuuhhhh*pause* , wow" then wandered up to passout. About 20 minutes after the "im never drinking again" speech we were sharing wine and getting ready to go out. After a nearly physical fights with a cabby we took the T to Johns house and kicked back the entire bottle of smirnoff, wine, and sambuvka, and chatted it up with a sweet pilot. Somehow I think we asked tuck n roll to come over and did she ever. Long story short big surprise tuck n roll ended up smashing her bumper off and we spent the night getting ridiculously loose at the house. I think the point where just how absurd my life is kicked in when I look out the window Sunday morning and theyre screwing tuck n rolls bumper back on.....ahh yes....an audi de-siding, two missed backups, a tuck n roll, a side swipe, and the loss of a bumper later and tuck n roll is my favorite person.

Sunday we recovered on plum island basking in the beautiful sun and laughing about the insanity of our lives, where we figured out starting a reggae band named zombie fish where everyone but us would be hot black men who played steel drums ,was our calling in life.

I have NO idea what just happened