This weekend was perhaps one of the wildest weekends I have had involving alcohol in quite some time. On Friday night I was at my friend DB's house party and I met this fellow named Josh. Josh was good friends with DB's roommate, Cole. Josh invited me to a pool party he was having the following night at his house. Saturday night came and Myself, Weston, Maggie, DB, and Jim went to this Josh kids house for the party. I enjoyed a fresh pint of Jack Whacker Wheat Ale out of our new Kegerator, followed by two swift shots of Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey. By the time I arrived, I was nicely buzzed, but found out that they had ran out of beer. But this was no problem at all considering Captain Morgan himself had stopped by the party earlier and left some of his booty at the party (a handle). As the night progressed, I had invented my drink of choice: The Dirty Seven™. The Dirty Seven™ is 1 part Captain Morgans, 1 part 7up. I enjoyed Dirty Seven's™ all night until we started doing tequila shots. At some point in the night (1am?) I was thrown into the swimming pool in the back yard by Weston and an unnamed accomplice. Luckily there were already some people in the pool, so I had company, but my USB drive did get wet and broke (cell phone, watch and wallet were spared). After I had fun in the pool for an hour or so, I got out and ran through the house in my skivvies like a six-year-old near a slip-n-slide on a hot summer day. I found my clothes, still wet and put them back on. I was pretty cold, so Weston decided to heat me up by turning on the oven and having me stand by it. Little did he know they stored dry goods in the oven. The oven was turned off soon there after. At this point I saw something that made me mad, so I went outside to wait by the car to go home, not realizing it would be hours before we actually left. I was waiting at the car, but got very tired. I woke up several hours later, lying in the gutter using my wet socks as a pillow. I went back inside to find my friends who had been looking for me for the past hour. Apparently my skin was as white as a sheet and my teeth were chattering non-stop. Luckily I was taken home before the hypothermia set in fully, and woke up the next morning without missing a beat. I'm glad I'm still young.
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