No Tissues Needed...

Foosball!!! That's The Devil!!!

FRIDAY: A lax day of classes. Had lunch for the first time at Aladdin's. It was good food with good company. The day continued into a very active night though Casey and crew went to Philly for the weekend.

The kid I hate and Ry greet the guests with modesty and decorum.

The eve consisted of hours and hours of foosball at Ry's place. It was intended to start at six, but that was more of a joke than anything else. I had stopped by around 8:00 when the party consisted of Mark and Ted sitting around the house scratching themselves, figuring out what is to become of the night until the house fills. So I hung around Keith's and considered late night soccer at the gym as the time passed.

On the way to Lore's house we Go...

No soccer though, just would have been too much. So I returned to Ry's around 10:30 to find that the place was slowly growing with bodies. But still it was too early, so I joined up with Ted and Jon. We headed to south to cause havoc with Lore and what we thought was a party. Instead it consisted of her casually drinking and showing us a newly found gray hair. Exciting stuff huh?!? Exactly. It forced us to "decorate" her wall of boys (magazine ads of half naked guys) with the greatness of markers and poor artistic skills. We drew, laughed heavily and quickly filtered out to head back to Ry's.

We get settled and smoke (chew) candy cigarettes.

Bill and I team up for the foos competition ahead.

Above, Marty and his special lady (whom was gracious enough to provide me with the hat you see me with below).

The competition still had yet to start and Ted and Jon were heading back home, already too tired to continue at a house that would be alive with foosball till four in the morning.

Bill and I teamed up, each throwing five bucks to build the prize winning pot too a hundred dollars even. We then continued to wait, drink and talk with others. Marty congratulated me on my dress while his girlfriend dressed me in her obscenely orange hat, wishing me the best of luck in the completion. Also while waiting around I found Chef, a buddy of Ry's that I had not seen for a year and a half. We spoke of his freshman year roommate - Ryan - a good kid who dropped out sophomore year for many reasons and is now bumming around, waiting to start touring cross country with his band. Ryan, best of luck.

Now on to the competition! Ten teams involved, competing for best two out of three to make it to the second round. Needless to say, me and bill wrecked house during the first round. Winning two consecutive rounds. Though unfortunately it left us to stand around for some time as all other parties competed and were slowly canceled out. During this time I mingled, slowly staved, and drank. Eventually, I needed a snack. So I ran to the corner market before close (2:00am) to grab some chip and beef jerky. I returned, shared the chips and munched on a strip of jerky. Unfortunately I lost my second piece of jerky later in the night; dropping it into a cup full of old beer and cigarette butts. I thought so long and hard about eating that piece, or at least the top half which was not being marinated by filth. Luckily I decided against it and let my mind be occupied by other things; partying and fallowing the foosball game that was previously playing in the background, enveloping the atmosphere of the party, the house and the night.

Everyone raises their glasses to the comming festivities.

I danced around speaking to everyone, trading jokes and watching conversation from across the room. Looking at smiles and full cups pretty much everywhere. Charlie showed up and we continued to party as I waited my turn to play foosball again. Then ted (there's two Ted's, the other one went home) and I joked enough to come up with one of the best band name I had heard: "Pougie Heads and the Bestialities" (NOTE: I don't play an instrument and am very far from being able to sing but I believe coming up with the right band name is 90% of the challenge if you want to succeed in music today).

Vince (the Mr. Clean looking guy to the left), Pete2 (center), and Ry (right) all get preped.

First rule of Foosball Club...

No party is complete without a half naked guy during the dead of winter in Syracuse.

The night continued and bill and I waited, both itchy just to play regardless of the competition. As a result I guess our minds were not full into the game. When it was finally time to play again (2:45am) we got beat by Pete2 and his buddy. We barely scored in our second game against them. Regardless, it was fun. I came and enjoyed many hours of the night in exchange for a couple of dollars. Needless to say I slept late the next day. But I awoke in the morning fresh enough for awakening and scurried over to the computer labs to program like to engineering monkey I am.

I really do have much more to write. But against time and work, words do not much weight!

Posted by pcnofelt at February 23, 2002 11:30 PM | TrackBack