FEST (Part 3)

Friday was… without a doubt… the best day ever! When we got up we played some video games and that sort of stuff ‘till it was time for us to go to Centro Magno to meet “Russ” and eat and maybe catch a movie. “Spoiler” head home because he had to work on Saturday, and “Dice”, “Darkie” and my brother took “Darkie’s” car to Centro Magno while “SilentGuru” and I took another car to pick our girls up. So we picked up our girls and head to Centro Magno to find out that “Russ” couldn’t make to eat with us, so she told my brother that we could go ahead and she will get there later. We all ate and then after “Russ” arrived we saw a movie. (I wont get into details, the true essence of Friday was yet to come). After the movie was over we all split, so “SilentGuru” and I drop our girls off in their homes and the met the rest of the guys back in my place.

When we arrived everybody else were playing Magic, so “SilentGuru” and I went upstairs to play Smash, it was one of the best Smash sessions ever, I mean, it is already known that we are really good at this game, and we play one against the other… well, magic happens. We is still better than me, but I do manage to give him a hard time sometimes. After a few games “Dice” joined us and later my brother and “Darkie” did the same, so we begin with the true essence of a FEST, we begin to watch some anime, we saw the last chapters of Chobits. A good series, it was, for my taste, a little too long, but the ending is good and you can’t help to fall in love with Chi.

After the series was over we decided that it was a good time to go to the Golf camp again, but first, I really don’t remember who’s idea was (maybe mine), we decided that it would be great to drink something first to make the whole experience better. We also decided that is was convenient to eat something before, so that our stomach wont get too angry with us, so we hit the kitchen and ate something.

Everything was set, and we were ready and stupid enough to drink the famous “Tucker Max’s dead mix”. Let me brief you first, to create this devil mix you will need:
* A couple of cans of Red Bull.
* Gatorade (1 liter approximately, any flavor, it taste like shit anyway)
* A pit of vodka.

We prepared a whole jar (two liters for five people). We sat down at the table and came with another great idea… drink it bottoms up. I swear, after you drink a whole glass of that drink in a single sip you get the goose bumps, it is not like I was the only one that got them… everybody did. That’s when I realized that it couldn’t really be very good for your organism to drink something that gives you the goose bumps after you drink it. But hey! It seemed like a perfectly smart and valid idea at the moment. Every time we finished a glass we all screamed like nuts and waited for the goose bumps to happen. And after a whole jar, off to the golf camp we went.

Being under the influence of a “Tucker Max dead mix” really opens your horizons. The golf camp had never been so much fun before. We were running like little kids, jiggling and hiding in the shadows… and of course, another great idea, what if instead of using the bridge to cross over a river we don’t just jump over it?, and of course we did… fuck bridges. We all jumped, my brother and I, for my surprise, manage to get safely to the other side mostly dry, “SilentGuru” and “Dice” jumped without any problems and poor old “Darkie” feel into the river. The guy was soaking wet when “SilentGuru” help him out… but nobody really cared and we just continued with our adventure… and of course, after a while I came out with another great idea… stealing the flags of the golf camp (those flags that are placed in every whole). So the new mission for the night was to retrieve five flags (one for each of us)… and we did it. There were we, five man, in their twenties, running around, waving flags in a golf camp at 3:00 am. At some point my brother managed to make us all believe that it was time to head back to the house, and after a little deliberation we decided that head back and also to keep the flags.

Our way back home was miraculously easy. We got to my house without bumping into security once, which would have sucked because we were carrying stolen flags… anyway. When we got home we took some pictures of our trophies and listen to some music while we screamed like demented bastards at approximately 4:00 am. After that we decided that it was necessary to drink some more, and so we did, we gobbled down two more jars of the “Tucker Max dead mix”. When we finished them all we only had half a bottle of the two bottles of vodka that we bought in the first place. And another great idea came into the table, to have the last drink bottoms up, and the last one who finish would have to run wearing nothing but boxes up and down the street… so we did the little contest, and after we did an even greater idea came into our minds.. why don’t we all run up and down the street wearing boxers?… and so we did.

We got back into the house when “SilentGuru” claimed that he saw our neighbor looking out the window, so drunk as we were, we head back in shame to the house.

After a few seconds we were all fully dressed again, and drank the last “Tucker Max dead mix” jar, again bottoms up. I am pretty sure that at this time we were all pretty much drunk or in our way to be. After a dark, shameful turn of events we all end up drinking directly from the vodka bottle… I drank approximately 14 shots in about ten seconds (argh… the mere thought of that makes me feel sick), I have no idea of how many shot the other guys drank… I wrote it somewhere but I can’t find it, so let’s just imagine that we all took the same amount of alcohol.

After that I did what seems to always do when I am drunk… call someone (this happened around 6:00 am in the Saturday, but I see all of this like and extension of Friday). The last few times I’ve drunk with my friends I’ve called my neighbor “PanBear”, but this time I didn’t called her… instead I called “Sugarholic” to her cell phone. It was one of the funniest phone calls I’ve ever made, making promises about beating up her ex-boyfriend and telling her that kinds of stuff. Apparently “Dice” also spoke a lot of drunken nonsense to her, but he did make clear the he considers her a good friend, and later “Darkie” called her to her house to apologize for us because we called her so early in the morning.

The funniest thing happened for me this Monday, when I log in into my blogger I found this draft written apparently that night.

hehehehehehehe--- anime fest....chobits...
heheheh great serious

this is a draft..... blanco and alafa are drunk, but I and my brothyer wont take too long...

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HELP US:::: SAVE USSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSmy bro is missing...
loy alcachohol today....
b,loggerr... hehehehehhehehehhehehehe


What scares me, and amuses me the most, is that I don’t remember writing this… my brother told me later that he found me sleeping over the computer that night. I could have done anything and I wouldn’t remember it, think of the possibilities…

We did a bunch of crazy and stupid things, but we all took an oat to keep this events as secrets: “what happens in the FEST, stays in the FEST”… I really don’t have any issues about what I did.. you all know that I have no shame, but the other guys want to keep a low profile, so I will respect that.

So by the end of the night, “Dice” feel sleep in my bathroom floor, “Darkie” and “SilentGuru” feel sleep in my room watching porn (that apparently stayed on for the rest of the morning until they got up), my brother feel sleep in my parent’s room (he was the only one sober enough to care about safety… what a pansy, hehehe) and I regained consciousness in my parent’s shower surrounded by my own vomit.

I woke up Saturday in my brother’s room using clothes that I don’t remember putting on, how I managed to crawl from my parent’s shower and get to my brother’s bed? That will remain a mystery.

But Saturday… well that is another story.