I Blame Karen

As usual, I'm not dead. Disorganized, drunk, crazed, high, tired, busy, disinterested, and down right useless for most things, but not dead. Got a lot to catch everyone up on, but I think most of you already know what I have been up to. We'll start with Roslyn Wreck '08.

For those who don't know, Karen got us a two bedroom suite at the Lodge at Suncadia, which was fuckin awesome, even though the balcony sucked. So did the view from the bedroom windows. Seriously, all I could see was a roof. But the room itself was pretty sweet. Got to hit The Brick, and kinda Marco's on Friday night, and then Saturday we went to Diamondbacks for Slideshow which was pretty awesome. Friday night I think we drank margaritas, some of them on Harper's bill (he had $6 in his bank account apparently). Oh, and some Jager shots too. Karen had to buy the first round, plus an extra shot for herself because she lost the bet on how muh change I had in my change jar. Apparently a standard size mason jar can hold at least fifty five dollars in change, and Karen bet that it only had 21. Heck, even I only guessed 32, but that $50 paid for a fair number of drinks that weekend. The hangover the next day was totally worth it, since we ended up just sitting in the room most of the day watching football, and eating the frozen pizza we had for breakfast. We tried going to the beach, but only stayed for one beer. Saturday night was pretty killer since Slideshow was playing, and therefore DB's was packed. Luckily since I stuck to beer, the hangover wasn't all that bad. So let me tell you about the things that were bad.

I apparently had no game that weekend. Well, that's not true, I had plenty of game, like always, but I kept running into problems. The biggest problem was that I refuse to sleep with chicks that have boyfriends, fiances, husbands, or any other kind of significant other. I know that's not a problem for most of the girls around there, since they've never even heard the word monogamy, but I don't do that anymore (or at least I try not to). One of the other problems I had was that everyone seemed to think Karen was my girlfriend. And I do mean everyone. Even Hannah made a comment about it. Speaking of Hanah, she cockblocked me too, but I think I should probably thank her for that since I was pretty drunk at the time, and Hanah had a much better idea of what I was getting myself into than I did, thankfully.

Ending this post now since it has been about two and a half weeks since we left there, and that's an ubsurd amount of lateness, even for me. Besides, my memory of that weekend is seriously corrupt now anyways due to the amount of time that has passed.