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I slept like a rock last night.  I think my body finally gave in and had enough.  Three straight days of being pretty much drunk by noon will do that.

Special thanks to JoeDirt for putting the whole thing together and ensuring it ran smoothly (save for the shitty hotel tvs...but that problem was solved.)

Special thanks to fightonusc for flying out with me.  Made the trip much more enjoyable.

Special thanks to Gantry for all that is dee nee.

Random thoughts/stories:

-no matter how much I scrub and clean, MikeD and rdub just won't get out of my system.  There is now a cold, dead place in my heart because of them.  But seriously, MikeD and rdub are better than advertised and I loved every second of hanging out with them.  Actual quote from rdub at 12:15 in the afternoon on Saturday: "I'm such a fucking wreck right now, I can't even stand it."  I did not want to leave Hooters on Sunday afternoon but the image of MikeD drinking a beer with anal beads in his glass is something I will never forget.

-malnuboy is his internet self multiplied by about 1,000 thousand.  Holy shit he's hilarious.  Actual quote:  "So this is Columbus, huh? This town ain't so tough."  Highlights from malnuboy include the mask, a five minute Ric Flair impersonation and his endless supply of basketball jersies.

-The Floods are fantastic people but sadly, Emilio overdid it Friday night and didn't make much of an appearance on Saturday.  We were all left wanting more.

-Baines is still a rock.  He'd down to party whenever, wherever.  I was probably most excited to meet up with him again and we had a great time together.  My fellow 10 am boozehound.

-Attabozzle or Labalabalabadouchebag as I called him early, early Saturday morning in a total and complete drunken stupor has an anger and hooker (I missed this as I had already passed out and apparently would not wake even with promised with a hooker in the next room) problem but he can drive to McD's with the best of them.

-don't ever, ever, ever steal Lips' chair or he will scream uncontrollably.  I missed late Friday night when Lips was screaming through the fence at "dumb slut hookers" who apparently were a waste of time for MikeD and rdub.  Poor Lips' voice was gone all weekend after that display.

-TBT was not nearly as scary as I imagined...but then he started talking about emptying his bladder on girls in the shower.  One of my favorite people.

-Wumpst

-Nightwulf was the fucking man.  He would turn instantly angry if RBI code was brought up and actually said to Beales: "no matter how I fucking explain it, you will not fucking understand."  Lightning bolts then came out of his eyes and Beales' beverage started boiling.  I smoked a good number of his Turkish Golds and I speak for everyone when I say I'm thrilled he made it out.  Oh yeah, I missed this because I took the first cab, but nightwulf power puked as soon as we all left the bar.

-the cops were called Saturday morning and I still don't understand why.  I see nothing wrong with 15 drunken idiots making all kinds of noise at the hotel pool at 3 in the morning.

-our waitress at Hooters may or may not have had herpes that she got from Buckeye Lake where the carp are in abundance and so is their herpes.

-surprisingly, internet jokes don't get too old

-Gantry wore a lemonparty/tubgirl shirt.  That's all I can say about that.  And he has a magnificent heiny...I wanna be better friends with it.

I know I'm forgetting plenty but hopefully many blanks can be filled in my others.  This trip felt like a Vegas trip.  It was nuts an it was hilarious and it was the most fun I've had in a while.

Quote from: fknmclane on 06/27/05, 11:32:15 AM
-Nightwulf was the fucking man.  He would turn instantly angry if RBI code was brought up and actually said to Beales: "no matter how I fucking explain it, you will not fucking understand."  Lightning bolts then came out of his eyes and Beales' beverage started boiling.  I smoked a good number of his Turkish Golds and I speak for everyone when I say I'm thrilled he made it out.  Oh yeah, I missed this because I took the first cab, but nightwulf power puked as soon as we all left the bar.

Now that's not fair. I didn't actually get angry at anyone, and if that's what I said to Beales, I didn't mean it to sound so derogatory. It's just frustrating to try and explain things to people who have no knowledge of the NES internals or 6502 assembler.

I'm not saying that that's a bad thing. Normal people with social lives don't know things about 20-year-old video game console hardware, and I'm strange like that. It's just difficult and frustrating to watch code as it runs and figure out exactly how it works, then try to turn it into a "human" explanation.

Nightwulf

Quote from: fknmclane on 06/27/05, 11:32:15 AM
I know I'm forgetting plenty but hopefully many blanks can be filled in my others. This trip felt like a Vegas trip. It was nuts an it was hilarious and it was the most fun I've had in a while.

Dee-Nee + Columbus = Vegas

Dee-Nee + Vegas = Armageddon

Quote from: nightwulf on 06/27/05, 12:09:59 PM
It's just difficult and frustrating to watch code as it runs and figure out exactly how it works, then try to turn it into a "human" explanation.

That's exactly why you fkn computers stick together...just like the one in War Games. 

Nightwulf: "Shall-we-play-a-game?"
Matthew Broderick: "How about Global Thermal Nuclear War?"
Nightwulf: "Perhaps-you-would-prefer-a-nice-game-of-chess?"

Quote from: JoeDirt on 06/27/05, 12:42:10 PM
Nightwulf: "Shall-we-play-a-game?"
Matthew Broderick: "How about Global Thermal Nuclear War?"
Nightwulf: "Perhaps-you-would-prefer-a-nice-game-of-chess?"
Emilio: "Perhaps I fucking kill you?!"

Quote from: T Roogs on 06/27/05, 01:03:50 PM

Quote from: JoeDirt on 06/27/05, 12:42:10 PM
Nightwulf: "Shall-we-play-a-game?"
Matthew Broderick: "How about Global Thermal Nuclear War?"
Nightwulf: "Perhaps-you-would-prefer-a-nice-game-of-chess?"
Emilio: "Perhaps I fucking puke my guts out?!"

I guess I missed this thread as well.  I don't want to drive home from work right now, so I'll keep posting random thoughts.

- First things first, I had an absolute fucking blast.  I didn't want to leave, and I stretched things out as long as humanly possible.   I am really fkn tired now though, the body needs sleep.

- Friday night was a huge blur.  About 5 minutes after arriving (1pm), I call up MikeD and meet up with him at the golf course.  It's MikeD, rdub, malnu and Baines, all shitfaced at hole 12.  About 5 minutes with rdub and MikeD was all it took to know they are as advertised.  In the span of five holes, all the following happened:

1)  About 25 beers were consumed between the 5 of us.
2)  Rdub and MikeD got scolded for driving with 3 in a cart by the golf pro or whoever
3)  10 seconds later, Rdub and MikeD insisted on driving 3 in a cart again
4)  Rdub drove his golf cart over at least two greens, maybe three
5)  Rdub ran over about everyone's ball at least 3 times
6)  Rdub threw his beer about 50 feet into the bushes
7)  Rdub and MikeD threw their clubs at each other
8)  Rdub and MikeD unlocked Baines' bag from the cart at least 10 times.  Each time the bag fell as they drove away.  We laughed like school girls each and every time.
9)  Malnu swings a golf club like Ruben Sierra bats.  Has to be seen to be believed
10) Rdub and MikeD hit on the beer chick a good 50 times
11) MikeD was able to get the beer chick to drive him around in the beer cart
12) MikeD got the beer chick to hit a couple tee shots
13) Rdub said to me that MikeD "fingered her all the way here" when he got a ride.  Beer girl heard this, yet somehow MikeD got out of it without incident.
14) 20 minutes later, rdub and MikeD are still contemplating way to kill the golf pro who scolded them
15) Baines, like he did all weekend, took everything in stride and was up for anything. 

That was the first 60-90 minutes of my trip, more to come...

This stuff is cracking me up.  I still refuse to believe that Rdub and MikeD actually exist.  People like that only exist in movies.

I'm going to break my recollections of the weekend up into several posts, since there was a lot of ill shit going down, and a lot of the stories tied into things that happened earlier in the weekend.

Friday:

I fly out to Phoenix to meet fknmclane, where we have about one hour until our flight to Columbus lands. (I had already had a beer on the flight over – it's awesome to see the looks on everyone's faces when you order a beer on a plane at 8 a.m.) I look around for a sign that says "LemonParty" or "fightonusc", but just see a guy who looks like The Sports Guy and Tom Cruise's love child. We decide to hit the Fox Sports Bar next door while we wait. We proceed to order large beers (it's about 9 a.m.), and the bartender asks us if we also want shots since "it's only $2 more when you get a beer". Like you need to sell us on the idea of more alcohol.

The flight over was late (thank you Southwest), but painless. Several rounds of beers were ordered during the flight, and I think the flight attendant undercharged us. (All McLane had was a $10, and they never got around to making change until the end of the flight, keeping a running tab instead. But I'm pretty sure we drank more than three beers between the two of us, even though we wound up with a dollar change when we were done.

We land in Columbus and get JoeDirt on the phone. He's on his way to pick us up and will meet us outside. He asks what we look like:

"Well, I look like the guy riding the train, and McLane looks like the guy with the I Heart Anal Sex T-shirt."

"Oh, OK."

I ask what he's driving, and he says the make, model and color of his car. Although he adds that "you notice me". Sure enough, as we step outside, we see a car pulling up to the curb with big piece of paper in the front windshield that simply says "Joe Dirt" in bold letters.

We exchange pleasantries, and I get ready for the ride over to the hotel. I'm thinking it's probably about five minutes or so. Inside, I'm trying to prepare myself for seeing all of Dee-Nee all at once (basically) in person for the first time.

So imagine my surprise when we literally pull out of the airport and within 90 seconds are pulling into the glamorous Comfort Inn Columbus Airport parking lot. Where, as promised, I see everyone in the parking tailgating with a huge cooler of beer – Gantry, Baines, Mike D., rdub, Attezz, Malnuboy (who didn't have time to get the mask on, I think). Much yelling ensues as we park.

The yelling continues as we head over to sample some tasty Old Styles (which are actually really, really good). Much hammering of beers continues after the Flood family (CurtFlood, WifeofFlood and HoundofFlood) arrives, especially by Curt, who really can put the beers away.

At about 6 p.m. we decide that if we want to get to the game minor-league baseball game, we should start calling some cabs. (JoeDirt left with Attezz, I think, to pick TBT up from the bus station). We stumble inside, where the very bemused front desk staff proceeds to call several cabs for us. As we're heading out, the one we would up calling Pretty Cute Front Desk Chick smiles and hands us a stack of business cards from the hotel.

"You might need these to remember where you're staying tonight," she said, and I can tell you that she know what she's talking about.

We shamble over to the stadium in two cabs, but somehow get split up and wind up at different entrances. (Everyone at this point is me, fknmclane, the Flood family, Baines, Gantry, and malnu – JoeDirt is picking up TBT at the bus stop and dropping him and Attezz off.) Gantry's group has already bought tickets, and we play phone tag to attempt to coordinate. However, the people at our booth can't sell us box seats in the same section, so we have to sit in another section. Which is odd, because when we get there, we pretty much have both sections to ourselves.

So, we ask the usher if we can just sit together since there is clearly no one around. The usher, who resembled the fat old guy from the original "Bartles and James" wine cooler ads, said it was OK, and we thought that he was cool, too.

We settle into the seats and start ordering a lot of beers from the waitress who comes to our seats. Her name is Kelly, and she's in her 20s, sort of nondescript looking in that "You would if you were drunk, and you'd neither be neither proud nor ashamed the next day" sort of way. I wind up shooting the shit with her for awhile before the game, and asking her about the bar "Larry's" that I had researched. She gives it a good review and I mention in passing that we're thinking about going there the next day.

Our seats are next to the Mets' bullpen, and we start trying to get them to bring HoJo over – they say to wait until after the game. The game starts and, along with the beer drinking, so does the heckling. We give the RF a bunch of crap because he makes a routine play look really difficult so he can showboat. When notoriously poor fielding Jose Offerman comes up, I stand and yell this:

"Hey, how to you spell Offerman? O-F-F-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E".

Meanwhile, Attezz (the Mets' fan here) has struck up a conversation with Padilla, who is the Mets' closer and has been leaning over the rail cracking up at our antics. Attezz goes over to get an autograph, and Padilla blows off two 5 year-old kids to talk to him. Dee-Nee!

Meanwhile, we've noticed that in the top section, by herself, is this smoking hot Latina chick. And it's clear that she's not dressed for a Friday night game at the ballpark – she's clearly wearing a lot of money, and used some on her boobs too. We guess that she must be a player's wife or mistress, and when we see her talking on a cell phone while Padilla does as well, we associate her as "Padilla's Wife".

For some reason that escapes me, McLane goes up and starts chatting up Padilla's Wife. I don't remember if we were trying to hook her up with Malnu, find out if she was Padilla's Wife, or just be friendly and invite her down for a beer. At any rate, she was not amused.

It should be noted that Malnu caught not one but two foul ball during the game. Actually, the second time (while McLane was chatting up Padilla's Wife) a ball went into the Mets' bullpen, and one of the pitchers lobbed it to our group and Malnuboy got it. He decided to be generous with it and auction it off by yelling at the general around us.

"Hey, who wants a foul ball?!? Whichever person makes the most noise gets it!"

So of course, people start cheering to get the ball. Including three fairly attractive girls (probably college age) sitting in the front row). Collectively, I think we all thought the same thing – give the ball to the girls and you've got an in, Malnu. But Malnu's too nice for that – he gives the ball to a young kid there with his family. The dad is so happy that he buys a beer for Malnu.

Whether it was McLane's harassment of Padilla's Wife or Malnu actually getting the crowd excited while doing a good deed, apparently Mr. Old Fart Usher had seen enough. He comes barreling over to yell at us that "I got you those seats that are together, now you guys need to stay there!" Again, keep in mind that there was no one around us for at least 10 rows and 10 seats on either side.

It's the fifth or sixth inning, and we decide it's a good time to bug out. We go call cabs and wait. And wait. And wait. Finally the rides come to take us to a bar in the Arena District (the hip place with a lot of cool bars) called Brothers, where we're meeting Mike D and rdub. Late-arrivers Lips and GDavis are also meeting us there. (Actually, this part is kind of fuzzy to me – did we go back to the hotel or straight to the bar?)

At any rate, we wind up at Brothers, which is a huge bar with a big outdoors patio area right next to a busy street. I wound up spending the first part of the evening there playing pool with fknmclane, as we took out some local competition. Eventually, I head back over to the patio, where a good portion of the rest of the group has migrated.

The rest of the night is kind of blurry for a while. I know that while we were outside, that's when Lips went nuts. First, he started screaming (and really, just screaming) at a guy when the guy tried to take a chair from him. Then, he started shouting really obnoxious and wonderful things at random people who were walking outside on the street. Stuff like "Hey, you fat whore!"

Meanwhile, CurtFlood has been drinking and drinking and drinking. At some point that turned into puking and puking and puking. Into the bushes outside the bar. The same bushes that Baines puked into the night before. Fortunately, Malnu was able to get a pics? of CurtFlood's finest hour (with Baines in the background doing the famous "Baines  Pose").

Much more drinking ensues. We realize that we've lost Gantry – we later find out that he decided to go home by himself without telling anyone else. I decide that we need to find GDavis a wife, so I head over to a table of attractive women and say, and I think this is accurate:

"Hi, this is my friend GDavis. He's looking for a wife. He's also really good at Nintendo. Any takers?"

Surprisingly, it didn't work. Maybe I should have said "good at RBI Baseball" to clarify.

It was very, very crowded. At one point, I told Mike D that I could probably drop my pants and no one would notice. Mike D started to respond about said point, until he realized that I had, in fact, had already done so, and he was standing there talking to a man in a crowded bar with his pants at his ankles. Good times. And sexy times as well.

Eventually, I pull my pants up and we leave as they close. It's a zoo outside, with dozens of people trying to get taxis at once up and down the block. Lips has a card of the cab driver that dropped him off, so he decides to call him.

As we're waiting, Lips goes to the vendor on the corner and orders a damned tasty gyro. Except, I also think he was eating meat directly off the grill as well, although I'm a bit unsure of these details. What I do remember is that eventually, a "Blue Cab Co." taxi comes, and Lips heads over for it, since that's the cab company he called. As he's getting in, a group of four or five girls jump in the cab in front of him. He starts making a ruckus about them stealing our cab, and us calling it first, as a cop reaches in and pulls him out.

At this point, I am positive that he is going to jail, and probably the rest of us too. Lips is getting pulled away, and he's raising his arms in the air like Shawn Bradley does in the paint to block a shot  - just stiff and straight up, trying to show that he's not making any contact. Much lecturing follows – Lips explains that he had called that cab, and the cop basically says that that's probably true, but it doesn't matter so let it go.

Eventually, we got a cab and went home. Much more drinking in the shared rooms followed, and we retired for the night at about 4 a.m. or so.

Saturday's recap is to follow. If I screwed up any details, or missed something, feel free to add to it.

There's a story on Friday also about a group of people getting denied when trying to walk through the drive through at McDonald's at 4 a.m., so they stole the sign that said "For Your Safety, We Do Not Accept Pedestrians At The Drive-Thru". TBT's logic is that if they didn't have the sign, they couldn't enforce the rule.

Remember, this is for posterity, so please, be honest.

Excellent work, fighton.  Keep it up.

Ok, I don't have much to add...and I don't want to interrupt fightonusc's most-awesome recap, but I want to leave work.  So here is a very quick story:

While very thirsty for another beer at Brothers on Friday night, but also very lazy, I tried to schmooze MikeD into buying us some beers.  MikeD jumped on it, called over a waitress, and asked her to bring us back 6 Lites (or Bud Lights) and 6 Jager Bombs.  People were scattered at this point and by the time the waitress came back, MikeD was nowhere in sight.  Malnu tried to spring for the $50+ bill, but Flood gave Malnu the Mutumbo finger and paid for the bill, himself.

And here's a general statement about MikeD, which must be made:  Anything he said, followed by a "YES!!" was somehow automatically fknhilarious.  At least for me...

Dee-Nee!! (in non D-Knee way)

After 1100 miles driven and 9 hours of sleep in three days, I've finally recuperated enough to register and post for the very first time ever! Wahooo!

What an excellent tournament! Thanks to everybody for making it as unique and as awesome as it was. (I'm only sorry I missed Friday night and most of Sunday. Next time, you won't be able to get rid of me so easily!) Saturday night was epic! Special thanks to Gantry and JoeDirt. Extra special solid platinum thanks to Nightwulf, both for being the tremendously great guy that he is and for introducing me to all you crazy f*ckers in the first place!

Once you get to know us better, you'll realize you can spell out "fuckers" here.  It's pretty much the equivalent of saying hello, y'know?

Wumpst!

Yes!

Before he starts upping his post count, shouldn't gantry delete Wumpst so Wumpst can be Wumpst?

there is way to much info, so I'm going one day at a time.

i'm gonna try this now, its gonna be tough.

Thursday: Drove twelve hours to Columbus, arrived some time around 6 PM. Immediatly was tossed a beer from MikeD and RDub as I walked past there rooms balcony. I was then forced to "cannonball" some vodka(I hate vodka). We then called Baines multiple time and told him to get his ass here. Baines showed up and the madness continued, we hung out on the balcony harassing most people that walked by, this hot 40 year women in a Porshe showed up and was clearly there for a booty call with this loser John, MikeD told her to dump John(right in front of him) and then come party with us, she declined. John and woman come out of hotel 30 minutes later and woman ask for a beer, we give her one and she drives away. Then we ask John to come up for a beer and he does. John is a loser and finally MikeD told him he had to leave.

(later)At some point speed is offered to me and I decline, I have about four more drinks and then determine its a good idea to take some(bad idea).

all events from about 10 PM to 4 AM are going to have to be told from either MikeD, RDub, or Baines cuz I really don't have a clue.

Around 4 AM I snap out of my speed induced haze finding myself sitting down in what appeared to be a bowling alley with strobe lts. I immediatly noticed the rest of the crew nearby, I then look at a girl walking around and all of a sudden she takes her top off, I now realize I'm at a strip club, a bad ghetto one at that. I get yelled at for having my feet up on the stage, then give one chick twenty dollars cuz it was all that I had, then things get hazy again. Around 5 AM we get a cab to go back to the hotel, I pass out on RDUb in the cab.

I wake up at like 7:30 on the floor with my head underneath the nightstand, I immediatly hit my head on said nightstand, then go back to sleep. The next twenty minutes had me reapiting this process multiple times.

Thats about it for Thursday, hopefully the 6 hour gap can be more acurettly filled.

also, everything and everybody about this tourney was awesome, even fucking Bandur and Beales came out with us Saturday Nt.

Yes, I thought about registering as "WumpstForADay" or "ThatWasTheWumpstThatWas" but decided against it...

Quote from: fathedX on 06/27/05, 06:03:41 PM
Remember, this is for posterity, so please, be honest.

We are both men of honor--lies do not become us.

This weekend was so exciting that I almost shit my pants.

...almost....

Quote from: GDavis on 06/27/05, 09:34:15 PM
This weekend was so exciting that I almost shit my pants.

...almost....

Is that why our room smelled so god awful?

Quote from: fightonusc on 06/27/05, 10:02:03 PM

Quote from: GDavis on 06/27/05, 09:34:15 PM
This weekend was so exciting that I almost shit my pants.

...almost....

Is that why our room smelled so god awful?

I blame wumpst.

I meant to give out mix CDs but I forgot.  If you want one send me a PM with your addy.

Quote from: GDavis on 06/27/05, 10:03:10 PM
I meant to give out mix CDs but I forgot. If you want one send me a PM with your addy.

I'll take one, as long as you're offering.  You still have my address?  If not, it's on the envelop that I sent your check in...

QuoteThats about it for Thursday, hopefully the 6 hour gap can be more acurettly filled.

Well, today has been filled with lots of sleep and water consumption to cancel out 3+ days of abusing my body.  After clearing up a few problems with my internet connection it's time for me to contribute.  Like everybody else, I've got plenty to say but for now I'll just fill Malnu's 6 hour void.  Of course my recollection of the night isn't 100% either so rdub and Mike are welcome to add or change any of this as necessary.

It becomes evident within the first 5 minutes after I show up that I'm in for a good time.  The next few hours of course consist of your standard binge drinking, verbal abuse of hotel guests and/or personnel, and offering beers to the fake Baines.  At some point after going to his car Malnu climbs up the side of the hotel to get back to our balcony.

When the basketball game starts, we decide to head out to the bar to catch it and end up at Brothers after the first of many outrageousely expensive cab rides.  While standing in line, we start talking to a group of girls about how we're in town for a baseball tournament.  Things seem to be going well as the prospects of strange look good for the others and I'm trying to be the best wingman I can be. 

My memory starts to go downhill at this point but more drinking ensues and we all get separated.  I come back after catching the end of the game and the girl that rdub was talking to says to me "Your friends need to get their stories straight."  I guess by this point a drunk Malnu has told them that we're internet friends who just met that day and are in town for a Nintendo tournament.  I try to salvage the situation but it doesn't work despite me telling her multiple times that rdub was one of the greatest guys I know and that I'd put my reputation on the line for him.

The rest of the time at the bar was fun but nothing major really went on.  Highlights included:
- Me puking behind the bushes on the patio after taking a gulp of room temperature Bud Light.
- Mike D threatening to cave a guy's face in.
- Malnu on the dance floor.  Not good with the details but I remember it being entertaining.

So we head out and take another terribly expensive cab ride to a low budget titty bar which is in a strip mall.  Upon arrival we are informed that they've had last call but you can bring your own alcohol in.  Rdub and I take off in a dead sprint across the parking lot to a restaurant only to be told that we're 1 minute too late to buy beer.  Unless I'm missing something, there wasn't anything eventful at the strip club, just your standard experience minus the alcohol.

All in all, nothing major but a good way to kick off the weekend.  I've got plenty more to post about the weekend but for now it's time to catch up on a little more of that sleep.

Damn sounds like fun.  I wish i hadn't spent the whole weekend printing Lemon Party (NSFW).

..wait, no i don't.

Oh, on the flight back there was this chick with lips chock full of herpes (seriously, much worse than hooters waitress herpes) sitting next to this dude and they were making out the whole time.  High comedy.

I just puked in my mouth.

Again.

Great stuff so far gentlemen!  I just woke up from 11 of the greatest non-Dee-Nee hours of my life.  You don't realize how you age until you have to binge multiple days in a row with no sleep.  Then leave Ohio at 5am, again.  Then drive right to a customer.  Then to another customer....

Some additions from Friday night. 

QuoteLate-arrivers Lips and GDavis are also meeting us there. (Actually, this part is kind of fuzzy to me – did we go back to the hotel or straight to the bar?)

We did in fact go back to the hotel after the game to meet Lips and GDavis.  One of my last few memories of Friday night was drinking a HotDamn/vodka combo out of TBT's flask in the hotel room.

Friday night at Brothers pretty much did not exist for me.  I'm sure I was there for some amount of time, but I have pretty much no recollection.  I do remember thinking that I was going to walk back to the hotel.  Of course I had no idea where I was (it was downtown somewhere) and we were a good 15 minute cab ride from the comfort.  I must have stumbled around for a half hour before finally flagging down a cab.  After that I'm sure I just passed out...

I did get the following text message from MikeD at 2:41am - "Lips is the shit.  Dub aned I are splitting a whore.  And an 8 ball"

Saturday am was pure death.  I woke up a little too late, but pretty much was up somewhere in the 8:30am region.  Right out of bed to the road to drive to Canton for grandma's funeral.  Lipitz gave me 3 advil and 20 minutes later the hangover was pretty much gone.  If I've been causing myself undue hangovers for all these years I'm going to be pissed.  But a bottle of advil will be purchased on the next trip to the grocery store...

And to make CurtFlood puke one more time:

It is now 8:03am Chicago time on Tuesday.  I am taking a shower and changing my underpants for the first time since about 4:30am on Friday morning.  I just hope they don't look like the pair TBT was carrying around...

Quote from: Gantry on 06/28/05, 07:59:46 AM
It is now 8:03am Chicago time on Tuesday. I am taking a shower and changing my underpants for the first time since about 4:30am on Friday morning.

Oh my . . .

OK, I just spent the first 30 minutes at work reading, good work

Update - still in dirty underpants.  Half the power went out at work so I had to rush in and get all the systems routed to the side with working power.  You might have noticed dee-nee down for a bit, sorry about that...

I'm fkn still waiting for miked and rdub to show up here!

I think mikeD said he had to go to Atlanta on Monday, he still may be there.  He is going to be one worn out man by the time he reaches Boston...

Around 4 AM we have to leave the pool area due to police precense, alot of us got to room 232 to drink more, I am about to pass out and Attabozzel says don't pass out man I'm getting a stripper. Atta and I go to the hotel desk and ask for a phone book we then proceed to look up escort services right in front of the clerk. Atta calls a bunch of them and finally finds one that will show up, I explain to him that I don't have much money left( i had 80 dollars but I wanted it to last). He says it doesn't matter cuz he is paying.

At this point Atta needs to go to an ATM and wants someone to go with him, seeing as how he had earlier driven to the McD's I assumed he was driving to an atm, but no this would be way to simple. Drunken logic prevailing he comes up with a plan to take the airport shuttle to the airport because it has an atm, I love the sound of this so I agree to go with him. The shuttle is empty and we get on, I have no shoes on and just rocking a Malone jersey complete with cut off shorts. All of sudden 8 senior citezins get on the shuttle and I start talking to them, I asked them we they were flying to, they said "florida what about you" I said we were just using the shuttle to get to the atm so Atta can get the money for the escort, they look suprised. We get to the airport and I help the old timers with their luggage while Atta runs to the atm, I ask the shuttle driver to stay until Atta gets back and he agrees, probaly cuz I helped with the luggage. 5 minutes have passed and their is no sigh of Atta, the driver gets a few calls on the CB and says he has to go, I say ok no problem. I then walk into the airport with no luggage and no shoes to find Atta, I get a few strange looks before I see Atta walking towards me yelling that his atm has some gay limit. He says he needs just twenty more dollars so I give it to him. We catch cab back to hotel.

Get back to hotel and await escort, I'm convinced she aint coming but Atta thinks otherwise. He calls the front desk and asks the dude to call him when the whore shows. Ten minutes later we get the call and a minute later two bitches and some huge dude are at our door. First thing she says is "for another 100 we can get my friend(other woman) involved" at this point I know we are fucked cuz the big dude took Atta's money first and apparently that was just to get her in the door, she then tells us she works for tips. Collectivly we are down to my last 60 dollars. Lots of akward silence so I break it with a suggestion that the big dude play some RBI which he did. Not being at all familar we these whores/strippers I just come right out and say we only have 60 bucks and I put it on the bed, she looks very dissapointed and says I should go get more from an atm(which I was no way in hell doing). More akward silence and I turn around and the big dude is getting his ass kicked in RBI, I started laughing hard. At this point I have to get out of the room and tell them I'm going to try and get money, I leave and proceed to talk to Nightwulf, Gantry, and FightOn in the parking lot for ten minutes. I go back in to the desk and ask the clerk to call my room and give me the phone, Atta picks up and I tell him I got nothing, he tells me to get to the room now. I go back to the room and apparently the stripper is cutting her losses and has agreed to do some gay 15 minute dance for what we gave. The whole situation is so crazy the big dude is pissed and has stopped playing RBI, Baines is just laughing on the bed, TBT is passed out, and this girl is doing some dance for me and Atta. She finishes up and then says sorry that we didn't have more money and leaves, Its about 6 AM and the sun is coming up.

Atta is pissed the stripper didn't have a good ass, not that it really mattered as we had no money. I upset with the fact that 80 dollars got me a 2 minute worthless dance while lying down in between the beds.

Thats about it, it should be noted that before she realized we had no money one thing she suggested was that we get under different blankets and jerk off while she goes to each guy to "help them cum", do dudes actually do this, how the fuck can you rub one out with three other dudes in the same room not to mention the fact they are beating off as well.

if that shit happened with 3 guys rubbbing one out, i woulda been more than happy to stay passed out...i was awake for about 2 minutes of the whole thing...i remember wumpst walking it, and then promptly leaving  ;D

I'm dying laughing here at work

Was the other stripper older?  I remember being in love with her, which tends to happen with heavily tattooed women when I'm drunk.  It wasn't enough to keep me in the room though...

Well done with the story malnu...  If people couldn't tell, Malnu (like Baines) were always up for shit no matter what was happening.  Both are my internet friend heroes...

Quote from: malnuboy on 06/28/05, 02:40:54 PM
she suggested was that we get under different blankets and jerk off while she goes to each guy to "help them cum",

She is marriage material

Quote from: Gantry on 06/28/05, 03:14:12 PM
Well done with the story malnu... If people couldn't tell, Malnu (like Baines) were always up for shit no matter what was happening. Both are my internet friend heroes...

ditto

life goals:

Eat some Taco Bell with Gantry - check

Quote from: malnuboy on 06/27/05, 06:52:40 PM
I was then forced to "cannonball" some vodka(I hate vodka).

I can't stop laughing at this.  Imagining Rdub and MikeD doing their best Bill Murray impression, while making Malnu chug Vodka, is priceless.

I nominate Wumpst walking in on the hooker as the #1 moment of the trip.

Quote from: Baines on 06/28/05, 09:33:00 PM
I nominate Wumpst walking in on the hooker as the #1 moment of the trip.

thats a tough call, mine just might be Lips playing the role of Chair Nazi, and myself being his loyal Gastapo.

Quotethats a tough call, mine just might be Lips playing the role of Chair Nazi, and myself being his loyal Gastapo.

Good point.  Lips was hilarious that night.  Definitely the guy I want protecting my chair/umbrella/cab/time.

BeeJay is going to show up around 5PM today.  So I heard.

Oh yeah, I had a runny nose all weekend (go figure) and got a lap dance from a stripper who repeatedly rubbed her cleavage on my nose.  Gross?  Hot?  Both.

pics?

I would love to fuck her snot filled boobs but not in the normal way a man would fuck snot filled boobs...much different.  I'd also eat her bucket of AIDS.

Forgot about those quotes.

"But not in the normal man having sex with a dead horse way, more in a man having sex with dead horse in a weird kind of way."

One of my other favorite stories:

Whenever Nightwulf walked into the room, either myself or RDub would have to make a noise like a thunderstorm.  We liked it, I'm sure Nightwulf hated it.

Can you make a realistic thunderstorm noise? I wouldn't know where to begin to make that noise.

QuoteCan you make a realistic thunderstorm noise? I wouldn't know where to begin to make that noise.

You sure can, it sounds something like this (http://dee-nee.com/rbi/sounds/deenee.wav)

Something I remembered on my way to work today...

A group of us were driving somewhere (I think it was Gantry, fknmclane, fightonusc, TBT, and I going back to the hotel before leaving for the airport). 

Anyways, we were driving when out of the fknblue...a guy in the back of a pickup truck launches a stink bomb onto the road (or possibly at someone).  I didn't see the "launching", but since we were behind him...I sure did smell the nastiness.

Very random, indeed.

Yes, that was extremely random.  Also, we almost didn't make it back to the hotel as Gantry forgot that red means stop.  ;)

Quote from: Mike D. on 06/29/05, 12:52:50 PM
One of my other favorite stories:

Whenever Nightwulf walked into the room, either myself or RDub would have to make a noise like a thunderstorm.  We liked it, I'm sure Nightwulf hated it.

Nah, that cracked me up.

Nightwulf

THat was probably Troogs. He was pissed at not being invited.

Very interesting thing I forgot to post;

Gantry wore his Lemonparty/Tubgirl shirt to atleast three places of buisness this past weekend, bonus points go to whomever can tell me the one place he felt it was not appropriate to wear it???

























Answer: Taco Bell, further reason for Gantry to be everyones hero.

Totally irrevelant, but evidently everybody who knows me dee-nees as well...And the "Official Saturday Night hooker story" is now hanging on my refridgerator with a post-it that simply says "My Heart Fills with Pride :)  " The cool thing is, everybody finds it hilarious except my girlfriend and her mother (even her grandmother finds it funny)

<sigh>

time to dump her...




And start banging her grandmother

BDawk knows all...   

Yes, the stink bomb guy was quite random.  Their truck was a total rustbucket as well.  I tried to drive up and say hi but they turned off, only got a wave in...

best quotes from the trip that i can remember....

Gantry................"since when do you need shoes to go to the airport and pick up a hooker?"

Malnu (in crank yankers karl malone voice)........"karl malone dont know nuthin about no hotel beenie baby!"

we seriously need to have some cams running next year to get all this stuff down.

How many games of the RBI drinking game were played overall?  I get the impression it was one big RBI drinking game, with no incentives needed to drink.

I believe no official drinking games were played.  Believe it or not, there was a shit-ton of serious RBI games played, too.  And by serious, I mean two players fully concentrated on the game and one non player will a fake shit stained underwear on his head.

Quote from: JoeDirt on 07/01/05, 07:32:10 AM
I mean two players fully concentrated on the game and one non player with a fake shit stained underwear on his head.

"but dont you see how happy it makes him"   ;D

good call JD

That's a good point, I don't think any drinking games were played.  Baines and I got a straight pitch game after the bar, but I don't think we did drinking rules....

Quote from: TecmoBowlTerror on 07/01/05, 08:30:59 AM

"but dont you see how happy it makes him" ;D

good call JD

Yes.  This is exactly what I told my wife when she proclaimed her intense disquist at the site of the "dirty" underwear...before she knew they were fake, of course.

You gotta go back to the thread of TBT holding 'em up to understand (huge smile on his face...).

Quote from: malnuboy on 06/29/05, 07:20:58 PM
Very interesting thing I forgot to post;

Gantry wore his Lemonparty/Tubgirl shirt to atleast three places of buisness this past weekend, bonus points go to whomever can tell me the one place he felt it was not appropriate to wear it???

In all honesty, I want to see a picture of that shirt G man. Also Where can I get it!























Answer: Taco Bell, further reason for Gantry to be everyones hero.

Quote from: PHole717 on 07/02/05, 11:22:54 AM

Quote from: malnuboy on 06/29/05, 07:20:58 PM
Very interesting thing I forgot to post;

Gantry wore his Lemonparty/Tubgirl shirt to atleast three places of buisness this past weekend, bonus points go to whomever can tell me the one place he felt it was not appropriate to wear it???

In all honesty, I want to see a picture of that shirt G man. Also Where can I get it!


its in here aome wgra

http://forums.dee-nee.com/index.php?topic=7660.0























Answer: Taco Bell, further reason for Gantry to be everyones hero.

I fivckrb ethat shit up

Quote from: Baines on 06/28/05, 09:33:00 PM
I nominate Wumpst walking in on the hooker as the #1 moment of the trip.

Bump.

Why can't this be every weekend?

Fuck, I linked this thread to a chick friend of mine, and now there's FOUR guests viewing it, and Dryden (the loser) and  a guest viewing my profile.

Ugh.

This thread still makes me smile to no end though.

My Saturday night recap is still to follow...I'm just not sure when.

Columbutt was the highlight of the summer for sure.  unfortunately looks like another 10-11 months before i have that much fun again. 

The most vivid memory i still have of it was friday night playin attabozzle in rbi around 11 or midnight.  had a few drinks in me and kinda hit me........ im here in columbutt, with dee-nee'ers....weird!

everyone was very cool.  there were no problems between anyone at all.  we were a bit bumed that joe dirt didnt make saturday night with us, but the tourney has to be a drain when you put it on, and he was a legit guy playing for some serious cash the next day.  at a dee-nee fest(non rbi tourney) we will demand proper joedirt attendance.

most everyone was about how i expected them.  i go into a room and 2 guys yell TecmoBowl at me...i correctly point out which is MikeD and which is Rdub with out even knowing for sure.  thats how distinct some of these ppl have become around here.  mclane was a lock for his usual internet self.  I didnt really know too much about Gdavis behand, but ever since, ive noticed that guy has some serious funny skills.

I did exepect nightwulf to look more like fake wumpst.  kinda put me foot in my mouth cause i told wulfie i expected him to be, uh a fat dude.....nightwulf then informs me that he used to weigh like 250lbs.  speaking of fake wumopst, he needs to be there next year..its mandatory!  malnu was not as serious as i had possibly expect and the life of the dee-nee party 24-7.  If gantry is the dee-nee prez, malnu might just be the vice pre.  Hung with attabozzle a lot, a laid back chill guy. 

My only problem was i was kinda reserved and didnt try to make any waves or be too loud and brash and which i figured coulda ended up being annoying.  spent the time there kinda feeling out ppl.  scouting out dee-nee'ers for the 06 fest.  ill bring the real TBT wif me next year.  BTW im a certain that the whole bus ride added to the mystery and lore of the TBT.   :D 

 

Sounds like a fuckin great time you fucks. I will be there sometime, hopefullly next year to raise some hell and party like a fuckin rock star straight out of the 60s. Anyways, TBT, don't be such a fuckin wigger. Just be. No need being quiet because of fear of judgement from overgrown kids who know how to party and play RBI. It's not like you had dinner at the white house or something. Anyways, good strories guys. I felt like I was their through these stories and I fell I know everybody, uhm, like before.

Quote from: TBT on 08/26/05, 01:12:23 PM
spent the time there kinda feeling out ppl.

I heard how you kept trying to feel out your roomies (Attez and malnu)--but I thought you were just kidding about that.  Apparently not...

Quote from: JoeDirt on 08/29/05, 10:12:09 PM

Quote from: TBT on 08/26/05, 01:12:23 PM
spent the time there kinda feeling out ppl.

I heard how you kept trying to feel out your roomies (Attez and malnu)--but I thought you were just kidding about that.  Apparently not...

I must admit that when I awoke Sat Morning and TBT was doing push ups, I was like what the fuck is going on here, probaly cuz I had been drunk for about 24 straight hours at that point.

The when the dude from Houston(I forget his name) went for a run Sunday morning in the 95 degree Columbus heat I was even more confused. I must say that hanging in the Hotel hallway Sunday morning with TBT's gag gifts all over the place was very entertaining.

Quote from: malnuboy on 08/29/05, 10:15:18 PM

Quote from: JoeDirt on 08/29/05, 10:12:09 PM

Quote from: TBT on 08/26/05, 01:12:23 PM
spent the time there kinda feeling out ppl.

I heard how you kept trying to feel out your roomies (Attez and malnu)--but I thought you were just kidding about that.  Apparently not...

I must admit that when I awoke Sat Morning and TBT was doing push ups, I was like what the fuck is going on here, probaly cuz I had been drunk for about 24 straight hours at that point.

The when the dude from Houston(I forget his name) went for a run Sunday morning in the 95 degree Columbus heat I was even more confused. I must say that hanging in the Hotel hallway Sunday morning with TBT's gag gifts all over the place was very entertaining.

I can't believe anyone was awake. I still remember waking up hungover Saturday with Joey D greeting me and McLane sharing a bed (Malnu's?) around 10ish getting ready to play USC. And than Sunday when Lips woke me up around 10-11ish, christ, how did you guys manage to wake up  any of those days?

Quote from: malnuboy on 08/29/05, 10:15:18 PM

Quote from: JoeDirt on 08/29/05, 10:12:09 PM

Quote from: TBT on 08/26/05, 01:12:23 PM
spent the time there kinda feeling out ppl.

I heard how you kept trying to feel out your roomies (Attez and malnu)--but I thought you were just kidding about that.  Apparently not...

I must admit that when I awoke Sat Morning and TBT was doing push ups, I was like what the fuck is going on here, probaly cuz I had been drunk for about 24 straight hours at that point.

The when the dude from Houston(I forget his name) went for a run Sunday morning in the 95 degree Columbus heat I was even more confused. I must say that hanging in the Hotel hallway Sunday morning with TBT's gag gifts all over the place was very entertaining.

Trevor Martin...the fella whose voice sounds exactly like Johnny Depp's.  Is that gay of me to say?  I mean gay in a non-offensive way, ppl.

Bump

Quote from: Attezzobal on 08/30/05, 06:07:19 AM

Quote from: malnuboy on 08/29/05, 10:15:18 PM

Quote from: JoeDirt on 08/29/05, 10:12:09 PM

Quote from: TBT on 08/26/05, 01:12:23 PM
spent the time there kinda feeling out ppl.

I heard how you kept trying to feel out your roomies (Attez and malnu)--but I thought you were just kidding about that.  Apparently not...

I must admit that when I awoke Sat Morning and TBT was doing push ups, I was like what the fuck is going on here, probaly cuz I had been drunk for about 24 straight hours at that point.

The when the dude from Houston(I forget his name) went for a run Sunday morning in the 95 degree Columbus heat I was even more confused. I must say that hanging in the Hotel hallway Sunday morning with TBT's gag gifts all over the place was very entertaining.

I can't believe anyone was awake. I still remember waking up hungover Saturday with Joey D greeting me and McLane sharing a bed (Malnu's?) around 10ish getting ready to play USC. And than Sunday when Lips woke me up around 10-11ish, christ, how did you guys manage to wake up  any of those days?

rdub and I never slept.  That is all.

Anyone else afraid that Winterfest won't even come close to this?

Baines quote (loosely) "We stopped to pick up some brew, and here comes MikeD with two thirty packs for the three of us"

Quote from: Attezzobal on 11/08/05, 02:14:08 AM
Anyone else afraid that Winterfest won't even come close to this?

Baines quote (loosely) "We stopped to pick up some brew, and here comes MikeD with two thirty packs for the three of us"

A beautiful day, that was.  I believe I forgot my debit card on the counter of that gas station, too.  And- side note- both those thirty's were finished.

Bumpst......spent over 30 minutes reading all this wholesome goodness again.

I don't know why I never bumpsted this with the other old fest threads a month ago.  Such a great time and such a quality read. 

After reading the fightonusc recaps, it reminds me that I still need to do my recap post on this year's thread before I forget everything.