radamanthys
10-25-2005, 02:37 PM
The story of my last friday.
btw, i'm Brad.
That was from a livejournal post by a girl who was there, by the way.
Last night was fucking ridiculous. Definitely not your normal party evening at 150 Chapin St. After watching like 6 hours of Desperate Housewives and taking a bong hit of death, the party got started. Beer pong, tons of beer, all my friends chillin, it was fun...then the hair clippers came out. Jay decides to shave his head, then gives Greg a nice little bald spot which initiates this huge hair-war. Now everyone wants to be in the Neo-Nazi club, including a visiting Roger. It was like a frat pledging activity or something, you weren't a man until you shaved your head.
So then things begin to escalate to an unhealthy level. Of course Brad becomes involved and brings with his drunken self the desire to slap a bitch. He so does, and in retaliation, almost the rest of 150 Chapin proceeds to tackle him to the ground and prepare him for is ceremonial head shaving. Obviously on having that, Brad is flailing around like a girl about to get raped...underneath the buzz of the hair clippers. It was quite a comical scene, because for the first time, Brad wasn't the one doing the ass kicking, everyone was finally ganging up on him for no good reason. Not to mention it took about 6 people to hold that mother fucker down. In come the clippers and they lop off a nice chunk of Brad's hair right in the front. Thinking that was it, I walked, rather, ran away so as not to feel the immediate wrath of Brad. But no, it wasn't. They went in for another swipe and got even more hair this time. Awesome you have officially pissed of Brad. Then they let him loose...where he then swung on the 2 story beer bong and kicked in the bathroom door in anger. Then he went back and finished the job with his fist. At this point, I'm scared shitless that somebody is really going to die, so I ran my ass upstairs.
After a couple of long conversations with Sean "I make everything better because I'm good at that shit" Bickoff, Brad was running around apologizing. At this point, so many people just bounced from the party (like me) fearing their lives. But Brad definitely was perfectly normal again...weird.
One would think the excitement of the evening was over...HEEEEELLLLLLL EFFFING NO. Oh noes, it most certainly was not. Resorting to Trevor's room for some more DHDubbs, I was quickly on the way down. Then naturally, there is a lot more thumping and screaming on the first floor. Thinking Brad was getting revenge, I assumed that would be more entertaining and would give me a good note to pass out on, no again. This time, KTDB (think Dane Cook) a.k.a. Josh was on the floor barely concious. Apparently, and this is what I hear through the grapevine, Doug and some Asian kid punched him in the face and he slipped and fell on the entire keg of beer that seemed to find its way onto the floor (like it always does). Trying to not crack up in his drunken semi-concious face, I saw that the 2 Harpurs Ferry kids and none other than Sean had it under control. Wondering if the cops were going to make a surprise appearance, Brad and I begin to pick up all the party remenants we can find. The first floor never looked cleaner, maybe we should have the cops come all the time. What seemed a little unecessary, an ambulence was called, and the kid we all know, don't love, but deal with was being carted away mumbling, "somebody punched me in the face, who punched me in the face?" We hope you don't find out dude.
Once the dust settled, at around 3:00am, the house went back to almost normal...more beer pong was played and I somehow wound up in a bed for the night. I woke up this morning and wondered if it all really happened. Yea, it only took a walk through the first floor to see that it definitely did. Awesome.
And it finally stopped raining today. :)
[Edited on 10-25-2005 by radamanthys]
[Edited on 10-25-2005 by radamanthys]
btw, i'm Brad.
That was from a livejournal post by a girl who was there, by the way.
Last night was fucking ridiculous. Definitely not your normal party evening at 150 Chapin St. After watching like 6 hours of Desperate Housewives and taking a bong hit of death, the party got started. Beer pong, tons of beer, all my friends chillin, it was fun...then the hair clippers came out. Jay decides to shave his head, then gives Greg a nice little bald spot which initiates this huge hair-war. Now everyone wants to be in the Neo-Nazi club, including a visiting Roger. It was like a frat pledging activity or something, you weren't a man until you shaved your head.
So then things begin to escalate to an unhealthy level. Of course Brad becomes involved and brings with his drunken self the desire to slap a bitch. He so does, and in retaliation, almost the rest of 150 Chapin proceeds to tackle him to the ground and prepare him for is ceremonial head shaving. Obviously on having that, Brad is flailing around like a girl about to get raped...underneath the buzz of the hair clippers. It was quite a comical scene, because for the first time, Brad wasn't the one doing the ass kicking, everyone was finally ganging up on him for no good reason. Not to mention it took about 6 people to hold that mother fucker down. In come the clippers and they lop off a nice chunk of Brad's hair right in the front. Thinking that was it, I walked, rather, ran away so as not to feel the immediate wrath of Brad. But no, it wasn't. They went in for another swipe and got even more hair this time. Awesome you have officially pissed of Brad. Then they let him loose...where he then swung on the 2 story beer bong and kicked in the bathroom door in anger. Then he went back and finished the job with his fist. At this point, I'm scared shitless that somebody is really going to die, so I ran my ass upstairs.
After a couple of long conversations with Sean "I make everything better because I'm good at that shit" Bickoff, Brad was running around apologizing. At this point, so many people just bounced from the party (like me) fearing their lives. But Brad definitely was perfectly normal again...weird.
One would think the excitement of the evening was over...HEEEEELLLLLLL EFFFING NO. Oh noes, it most certainly was not. Resorting to Trevor's room for some more DHDubbs, I was quickly on the way down. Then naturally, there is a lot more thumping and screaming on the first floor. Thinking Brad was getting revenge, I assumed that would be more entertaining and would give me a good note to pass out on, no again. This time, KTDB (think Dane Cook) a.k.a. Josh was on the floor barely concious. Apparently, and this is what I hear through the grapevine, Doug and some Asian kid punched him in the face and he slipped and fell on the entire keg of beer that seemed to find its way onto the floor (like it always does). Trying to not crack up in his drunken semi-concious face, I saw that the 2 Harpurs Ferry kids and none other than Sean had it under control. Wondering if the cops were going to make a surprise appearance, Brad and I begin to pick up all the party remenants we can find. The first floor never looked cleaner, maybe we should have the cops come all the time. What seemed a little unecessary, an ambulence was called, and the kid we all know, don't love, but deal with was being carted away mumbling, "somebody punched me in the face, who punched me in the face?" We hope you don't find out dude.
Once the dust settled, at around 3:00am, the house went back to almost normal...more beer pong was played and I somehow wound up in a bed for the night. I woke up this morning and wondered if it all really happened. Yea, it only took a walk through the first floor to see that it definitely did. Awesome.
And it finally stopped raining today. :)
[Edited on 10-25-2005 by radamanthys]
[Edited on 10-25-2005 by radamanthys]