At 5 i went to dinner with my grandparents and parents. I came home and went to Justin's, picked him up, then went to Chris Vey-U-X's. We waited there for Max to get out of work and out of the shower. Someone suggested we drive to kill time, which is cool, because we needed to go the store and get some soda to mix in for later. Anyways, we ended up getting Max and coming to my house for some solid RISK playing. Thats the sweetest game ever. The first game was me being pissed at Max for saying that he could beat me in Physics, so I attacked the crap out of him. Thus I was weakened, and before I could get a chance to get back on my feet with a set of cards, Justin attacked me hardcore. I was down to Irkusk, which, as we all know, is just like Jesus fighting off the Romans (where the fuck did that come from, sorry still feeling it i guess...). Ok, so then I beat myself up to 3 territories and complete my set. Chris, my named Ally (as well as gay lover), had to choose between finishing Max and hitting Justin lightly, or hitting Max lightly and protecting me until I could trade my cards in. Had he protected me the game would have gone much quicker and better. But.... He bailed on our alliance and finished off Max. Justin beat me in the next turn, and then we paused the game. It was all about stepping outside for a quick christening of Chris' new piece. W/e. Oh, I forgot to mention that at this time we'd been drinking Vodka and orange soda for a few hours (Max and I were the most feeling that, and yes, chris had a little... a very little, he was good though). Then we go to poking, and that goes well. We step inside and proceed to discuss (while being tape recorded!!) the ways that Chris is screwed if he doesn't pull off this one battle in the middle east where he is outnumbered but like, 12. 3 hours go by. The battle finally begins. Chris wins and takes the world. Next game, (3 AM), downstairs and sitting on the pool table. Chris and I team up like.... a team... and thus don't defend each other's borders. Chris takes N.A. and some Asia, I have Europe and Austraila, Justin with S.A. and a bit of Asia, Max with Africa. Chris was able to take all of Asia, and even ivade Max. I hit Max from the North, and Max... god bless his fucked-up soul... attacks Justin for us. Justin, in return, attacks Max. Chris and I invade, and the game is over quickly. For kicks, Chris and I play, and it would have been better, but it came down to cards (he had 9 at one point!) and he was able to beat me. W/E. it was fun as hell, and we should definately do it again sometime.
So then we go to bed, and Chris, with his cold, was snoring like a mother fucker. I threw a slipper at him, and I guess i missed, and it went in his sleeping bag. Craziness. We woke up at 11:15 from going to bed at 4:30, and I drove everyone home. This was just one of those nights devoted to responsible and safe fun. If parents could see just how responsible we are with the drink and the cheeba, but what-ever. "That's fucking ridiculous"
Cake -- Satan is my Motor (im way too obsessed with this band...)
