April 23rd, 2005 @ 2:42 pm

jakes non-party

last night, after i finished procrastinating and finally finished my elab2 on DHCP, i needed to get tore up! so jake had been bugging me to come over since about 9, but i didnt finish my elab till about 2. they were still up though, so i grabbed 2 beers (they had plenty to drink, but i wanted to pretend i was drinking on the way there, (even though that is a terrible terrible thing to do)) and drove over. We were sitting around for a while, and i was trying to catch up with the drunkenness, so jake made me a crayfish after i finished my first beer

Crayfish (invented by Jake and I)

  • Segrams 7(or 10) whiskey
  • Kahlua
  • milk
  • Ice
  • you can either just put the ice in, or blend it, but either way its awesome. the story of the crayfish is a good one

    It all started out in the summer of 2004, jake and I were both living in Rochester, and we hadnt hung out in a while, so we decided to have a get together @ my place, and go drunken rollerblading. all the alcohol we had was a bottle of segrams 7 and a bottle of kahlua. in case you have never had it, segrams 7 is disgusting but… adding some kahlua and milk gets rid of its flavor completely, and calms the strong taste of the kahlua some as well. we had ourselves a couple of drinks, put our blades on and went outside. we were rollerblading around the ‘Knoll when i tried to jump over a speedhump (the humps @ the knoll are huge, needless to say i was trashed and i didnt land right). i didnt feel a think though, which was great. We decided to make our way back to my apartment cause i was sorta bleeding profusely from the knee, when all of a sudden, we saw a crayfish walking across the road. honest to God. so we picked him(or her) and took it back to my apartment. animal torture followed, but it was “In the name of science” so its okay, right? anyway, thats how it got the name “Crayfish”

    back to jakes party
    we played battle of the sexes
    i got to be honorary female so it was phil and I and jake and katie.
    phil and I totally kicked their asses (i think, i had finished 2 beers and a super strong crayfish @ that point, i swear it had like 4 shots of whiskey and a lot of kahlua as well) anyway
    i was eating spicy doritos as well
    then phil and i went out for a smoke before we passed out (we were in no shape to drive, thats just stupid) but while i was standing outside, i didnt feel so well, and up came spicy dorito flavored bright orange vomit. phil, who is awesome, got me a glass of water, i finished my cigarette, then went to bed.

    sorry about the yard katie/jake lol

    One Response to “jakes non-party”

    • Orange is a good color for puke. Much better than your garden-variety brown.