nathan's creek and a walmart coffee table.

Well if your one of my friends that has actually looked at this thing thank you, but you suck because you have not become a follower, what the hell. I figured before I started talking about things that happen from here on out, we relive one of the more popular stories from 2009.
This story still comes up at 90% of the get together's especially at Chelsea's, when DC or Girrard want to shame me.

I'm talking about, the infamous Wine and Techno soiree at Sweet Korn's. It all started when i told torence paaaramamater i wanted to have a sexy party, thus the sexy party date was decided on. Early on the week i discovered Nathans creek (wine) at a friends, a succulent mix of booze and juice that just got me hammer drunk, not beer hammer drunk but fuzzy warm, happy, just in a good mood drunk. It was then decided that i liked wine, and wanted it associated with this sexy part. The date was set and we showed up in full force. CK decorated beautifully, Bean dip and taco dip was served, men showed up in their finest, most notably Joesph and I in dress shirts in ties. The party was kicking, the beats were bumping, and Nathan's creek was flowing. Beer pong was played, and everyone was having a great time. Fast forward a couple hours and my first bottle of wine i ever bought, was gone (1.75 ltrs = alot of vino). Now apparently, according to bartender Girrard, wine should be served in 4 oz glasses. Now no one is quite sure and their is no factual evidence has been provided but witness accounts say i was consuming wine by the pint (oops). Naturally my wine was gone and i was still thirsty, i figured good idea to have a couple blu ligh (poor decision). Thats when the lights went out.

Once again there is no evidence of what unfolded next but according to countless witness reports. DC and Bennetti were engaged in beer pong, the girls were talking and Torrance was on the couch, Girrard was playing with the ipod. That's when the table was broke. Not by my anger or rage of losing a game, or by a slip and fall and by my hand, but by my face. Yes my face. Now if we know anything about physics we should realize a 25 dollar table from Walmart made of fake wood and plastic can not support the dead weight of a 175 pd full grown man in a shirt and tie. It was then the party went quiet, CK got pissed, and blood from my face stained Joey's shirt. I think the best part was that the table did not shatter or crack it got flattened, like if u ever see a building implode and just the top parts continue to fall and crush the lower parts that's what my face did to this table. No body weight just face. ouch. The rest of the night was a blur the party, but it pretty much ended for me there in more ways than other (PS Germany lost in the World Cup - HA). The worst part no pictures, 6 people with cameras, and no one took a picture. If my friend breaks a table with his face and is bleeding on another one of his friends shirts I'm taking a picture of that shit, that would be my facebook picture! All in all i blame Nathan and his creek for this, and shine on. but oh well tables were lost but not lives. Naturally we have to thank CK for putting the table where it was and stopping the Rock's pt. 2 from occurring that night.

Now naturally this was probably one of the worst nights of my life, but probably the most humorus and naturally i discovered first hand that booze does not make you or tables invincible.

-Spaceman

hey guess what myspace, you blow

God, I think due to the prime time special tonight about facebook i got to thinking, am i addicted to facebook, hell ya. I'm on that shit way to much, its one of my top 5 on my berry, but ya know what its better than myspace and I'm glad i did not get addicted to that. Now i will admit, before the facebook bug blew up on my face (and yes Laura when you told me about it i said it would be dumb, and no one would use it, i was wrong. as usual) i was on myspace but for the sole purpose to keep in touch with my sister in NYC on a daily basis, i think i had 7 friends and Tom was one of them well ya know what F you tom you didn't even say hey or keep in touch.



Anyways as a member of myspace for a short time i realized 5 general trends



Mysuck Top 5 Trends

1. Girls taking pictures in the bathroom

2. Taking pictures in the mirror

3. Dudes with their shirts off

4. Dudes saying ridiculous shit to girls on their wall

5. Full blown sluts



Lets elaborate



1. I do not want to see your bathroom, idc what conditioner you use

2. Have a friend take a picture, i don't need to see your sweet Motorola razor, and the flash spot in the mirror. The mirror is not the only way for you to show me your navel ring, or your leopard bra, or whatever else you wanna show - have one of your 2,372 friends on mysuck come over and take the picture for you.

3. I have never seen so many to tan dudes, with lifting their shirts up with one hand, throwing the peace sign with your other, with your blow out and your six pack. Awesome your ripped good for you, how bout this try getting a girl with your shirt on and in public not by saying...

4. Ayyyyyy baby looking mad fine, damn baby, id tap that, sick body boo, yo id be your daddy, yo hit me up, we should chill, oh 7 pound 8 ounce baby Jesus would be a shamed. like honestly do you not know how to actually hit on a girl, seriously your a moron, i mean i have no game but i have class, try a joke or try "hey"

5. Girls on myspace are sluts, okay well maybe not all, 80% yes, pictures in their underwear bent over like god, no one wants to date a slut, they want to have sex with you maybe give you an STI and say peace. and ya know what if you respond to a dude, or your confidence is boosted by some jersey shore dude yelling ay baby, well your a slut. good for you.

So in a nut shell, myspace sucks, and if this is something you would enjoy myspace.com check it out.

*update on SEGA - missing a cord :-( scouring ebay tomorrow to get that bear running

live life today as if you would die tomorrow - unknown



-Spaceman

Echo the dolphin

I was gonna have Rapunzel write the second entry but epicness just shit on my life. About an hour ago, i was cleaning out the back room of the man cave with my brother and we discovered a SEGA, freaking SEGA people. I was pumped, not only are all the cords intact, but there is NHL 97, Sonic and Tales 2, Aladin, and Echo the dolphin. I am pumped, needless to say this bucket of a system is gonna be hooked up to my tv within the next 45 min and will for sure be played more in the next week than my xbox 360. I will probably be up till 3 am and be late to work due to a 10 year old 32 bit game system and a dolphin game.



To put into perspective how bad ass SEGA actually was, if you had SEGA in college you were bad ass, why because sega was bad ass, and everyone remembers sitting on the floor of their bedrooom when they were ten and controlling a stupid dolphin trying to pick up rings. And every guy wanted that back in their lives. So we would cram 6 guys into a dorm room, buy 30 beers for 12 bucks (great deal) get drunk and sit there and play all these games we grew up on. not sit there for an 20 minutes, this would last for hours, half the time we would forget to even go to the bar, everybody knows Joe Montana 96 was way better than 2.50 drafts, and anyways we had .52 cent cans.



- Spaceman

its finally happened

47 days ago today it happened. As i was sitting in my comfy chair, blu ligh in hand, same concert shirt and short combo that has seen every dave as many times as i have (alot), a friend looked at me and said ya know what, you should start a blog. I was like hell ya some funny things happen to me (side note: extremely under the influence when i said this was a good idea. but then thought lets see, i hate to write, my grammar sucks (my lady hates it), and who the hell would care about what i have to say (side note: sober when i had that thought). So the idea drifted out of my mind as Dave and the band blew my mind with some song and dance.


As the months slowly passed by, i realized ya know what some pretty interesting and funny things happen to me so maybe i should actually do this.

So here we are today, 47 days after that concert. With the help of Rapunzel, a good friend from the jello capital of the world, a journalism major (which means great grammar), and great sense of humor, we got this thing off the ground. 47 days later, but so much to already tell. Sit back and Enjoy

*Eat, Drink, and Be Merry* - Spaceman