I had the most amazing weekend.
On Friday a good friend of ours came home from San Francisco, to spend the weekend, and see the Dropkick Murphy's. Jeff and I went to his camp right of the road from our house to hang out with him and some of his friends. We played poker and the boys played some air hockey and beer pong. I drank way too much, but it was well worth it. I do have stray a bit here, but follow me.
When we got to his camp there were four other men there, well some men some boys, but two of them were in sweat pants. Yes I said sweat pants, but not like the newer cooler style, the elastic at the bottom navy blue sweat pants. I do not care if they are Ralph Lauren or not and by the way if they are, you then are pointing out just how smart you really are, because you can buy them for $5.00 at the local Wal-Mart. Men have penises, and whether they wear underwear or not you can still see there junk in them, and sweat pants are ugly. I do not care if you are hot or not. If you are hot then I may just see it anyways, but please leave something to the imagination, and do not wear sweat pants out of the house.
Back to Friday, so we had so much fun and got completely hammered and it was so worth it, when I woke up with a hangover the next day.
On Saturday we were headed to Boston to see the Murphy's and on the way we kidnapped the hottest chick ever (who also is a good friend) you might know her. Michele over at http://www.ayummymommy.com/ not only is she hot she is the coolest chick I know. I am pretty sure that this was her first punk show ever, but she did very well, and had a great time. I am so happy she came with us. Before the show we started drinking at http://www.mcgreevysboston.com/ which was cool, and then we moved onto http://www.beerworks.net/home/index.html and had a few beers. Then went to the show.
After the show we all went back to Beer Works, (sweat pant guy and all), and had some food and more beer. One of our friends who missed the show, caught up with us there, and had a couple beers with us, then we went back to his house (Thanks T.J. for the crash pad) and Jeff and Michele and I slept there (well, drank, and pretended to sleep) we more just laughed, and all had a great time. It was honestly one of not the best weekends I have ever had. Even when Jeff found out that his wiener was hanging out of his pants because they had ripped, and sweat pant kid explained to us about his love for his sweat pants. He did not were sweat pants to the show, and ended up cleaning up pretty nicely.
Thank you so much to all my friends, and my amazing husband for such a fun weekend, and Michele I want a girl's night out very soon