Thought Chasm

a random selection of events, observations, ideas or happenings

interesting weekend.

i’d like to apologize to Marv the party bus driver for forcing a rinse-down of the bus, assorted folk for beating you in fussball (with respect to team awesome), Ben for being a shitty host, Tony for interrupting best laid plans (so to speak), and to Sarah/Tony/Angie for only having one towel.

i’d like to thank Val for getting me at least part way home, MPD for missing my drunk ass laying on the bus-stop bench, Val for a great before and after pictorial, Tony and Sarah for hosting a rocking Lyle’s/Entourage shindig, Pizza Luce for delivering after 2.30, Samuel L for some amazing quotes, Sarah for the half-n-half taco dip, Yvon for the grub and welcome punch, David for the bug spray, Chad and Tony for the hilarious lesson in the teachings of Darwin, and Mitch Hedberg for the joke by joke commentary throughout a long day.

and i’ll leave with some words to live by:

“fucking bitch get off my dick!”

“you’d be surprised what a man can do with one hand”

“you do as i say and you live”

“let’s get these people some air”

“i’m sick of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!”

“call me”

assorted quotes from Snakes on a Plane

5 Responses to “interesting weekend.”

  1. Anthony Says:

    August 21st, 2006 at 9:38 am

    A fantastic weekend indeed. With everyone’s help we pretty much nailed the “spectacular last weekend in Minneapolis” concept. Which ended, not surprisingly, reeking of lake water on a futon in some random basement weight room. Hizzuh? Yeah. For sure.

  2. Ben Miller Says:

    August 21st, 2006 at 10:44 am

    Not random: Ryan’s. Duh…

  3. Ben Miller Says:

    August 21st, 2006 at 10:46 am

    “Time is tissue.”

  4. Anthony Says:

    August 22nd, 2006 at 11:49 am

    I wasn’t saying the basement was random. Rather, I was implying the semi-ridiculousness of the basement having a half-assed, random weight room with a kitchenette.

  5. val Says:

    August 23rd, 2006 at 7:42 pm

    Oh, you don’t have to thank me! It was my pleasure. Haha. Sorry, though, that I let you walk home by yourself. I honestly thought you’d be fine — that and you wouldn’t get in my car (you just kept saying “Lay down bad, I puke.”

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