Ah, my happy, wonderful birthday.   Actually, my birthday was on the 3rd, but everyone had to work, including me.  I remember most of the party, though...  Most of my friends made it, while a few were at my roommate's family reunion.  Don't ask me; I don't know why.  Anyway, I started drinking the keg at 8 pm.  By myself.  People started helping me around 10.  As outlined below:

Keg Stand Number 1:


Followed by Beer Bong Number One:


Followed by Keg Stand Number Two:



It was fun.  And yes, I omitted the pictures of me wandering around on the grass after each of the above events, due to space constraints.  I swear!  Only two other people did keg stands, my roommate's sister, and Timmy.  She really liked to talk it up, too, about how we were getting beat by a girl.  Below are Lynn and Jake, happily engaged:


After all that, we went out to Mixers, where I had more shots and drinks and then danced poorly while the Clintons rocked out.  What a great birthday party.

Well, the bachelor party and wedding are finally over.  I'll try to make this short and sweet, but there is a lot of ground to cover.  W-day refers to wedding day.

W-day - 8: The flight to Seattle on Friday: Horizon gives free alcohol.  Plus refills.  Hence when I get into SeaTac, I miss the first bus.  I got in around 5 and my brother didn't want to tangle with traffic.  After 2 buses (and 2 hours), I get to the gang: my two oldest brothers, the bride-to-be, and three of my fraternity buddies.  My brother from Denver had been drinking since 10am.  We were eating and snacking outside, and strangely enough, people sitting around us kept moving indoors.  I'm sure it wasn't because of our stimulating conversation topics... 

W-day - 7: Saturday night and we're at Champs Karting around 6 pm, see the fool getting married below:


 We were racing; the bachelor got 3rd place...  Only one wreck, involving three karts.

After karting, we went to Tomer's house (one of Joe's coworkers) for drinks.  We gave Joe a nice cap:
 

I'm sure that's all that happened.  I swear!  I do have video of Joe puking, and yes, he did rally.  That's 'bout all I'll admit to for the bachelor party.

W-day - 1:  Helped set up tables, chairs, and decorations at the reception hall in Laurel; not much fun.  After the wedding rehersal we went to Montana Hanna's for dinner and my brother Matt showed up:

After dinner, since it was the last night of freedom for Joe, we headed to the East Laurel Ballet and Dance Company, aka Shotgun Willies.  My brother Matt had his boxers torn to shreds by a stripper!  Either she didn't like boxers or the silicon was leaking...  It wasn't erotic, but was highly amusing.

W-day:  At Nye Community Church by 2pm for pictures.  The wedding started at 4 and was done quite quickly.  They had a sweet getaway ride:


I still can't believe how much booze there was at the reception.  About three cases of wine, 1 keg, and a case of champagne.    For quite a while I was walking around with a champagne glass in one hand and a bottle in the other.  It switched to a new bottle with frightening regularity.  Dancing followed.  Around midnight, Joe and Carrie headed out.  The rest of the wedding party headed to the bar!  We got to Wild West and were promptly asked whether we were coming from the prom!  Er, first, its summer, second, high schoolers can't get in bars, third, matching dresses = bridesmaids.  Duh!  A bachelorette was out as well.  Yay.  Dancing with hordes of people; shoulder room only.  Then off to 'decorate' Joe's truck!  As we applied toothpaste, shampoo, and 6 rolls of TP, we noticed a scuffle in the Denny's parking lot.  One of the guys even pulled a knife, Crocodile Dundee style.  Really, it was rather large; he might have been compensating for something.  He pansied out though, and as we were leaving three police cars pulled up.  We headed to Perkins, and then passed out by 4am.  Whew!

As some may know, I have only exercised sporadically in the last five or so years.  Hopefully I can get out of that rut before my heart seizes up, though.  To that end, I just got back from working out at the Ridge.  Although I may look like I'm in good shape, I can now assure you that I definitely am not.

Not only can I not fully extend my arms any more, but my legs are like fish out of water.  And I just hacked up one of my lungs.  Perhaps I should have had more than 1/4 of a left-over Quizno's sub and three slices of cheesecake to eat.  All day.  Or maybe I should have waited until I no longer had my cold.  Pah; I've never let such mundane details stop me before!  I just hope I don't die climbing up the stairs at work tomorrow...

 

Oh, and for those of you who pay attention, Gendel (the dog I was watching)  is fine.  The vet said she'll be up and about in no time.

Napping is fun.  Especially since I have a nice, soft bed to nap upon.  I think my friends abuse this from time to time however, as I now find myself dogsitting for the next day or so.  They woke me up, saying something that sounded like, "asld sdflpfjw", and I said, "OK, sure," hoping that they would go away.  Needless to say, I was dragged across the courtyard and run through all the various pills and such like that I needed to give the dog, aptly named Grendel.  In hindsight, if I hadn't asked them where the pills were kept, I could have said that I administered the rat poison on accident.  Oh, well.  (Just kidding.  Really.) 

I really don't know why they call me Bad Andy...

You know you have a great job when the office admin IMs you at 9pm to tell you that El Presidente is drunk... 

Aside from having a nagging cough of a cold, I'm rather anxious for my trip to Seattle next weekend.  Something about it being my oldest brother's last weekend of freedom (and we all know what that means).  Between that and going out on the town with a fraternity buddy and some other friends from college, I expect to go through, oh, maybe 2 benjamins worth of booze.  Yay.