I'll tell you what I miss. The days when me and all my friends were just out of College. Well, ok, I mean I REALLY miss College. But, those times after it were good too.
Not that it was that long ago. I mean, I'm not 30 or anything...yet. But you know, when we first got out, even though we all had respectable adult jobs, to which we were expected to wear respectable adult clothes (some of us...whose Mom still does their clothes shopping for them...domski...ahem, cough cough), we were still a lot like we were when we were actually IN school. Which is to say, every Friday and Saturday night we'd go to the bar and seek to accomplish maximum drunkenness by 10 PM. Usually with great success...
It's kind of funny. I went back to Newark, Delaware recently, which, for those of you who are aren't familiar with the First State, is the site of THE University of Delaware, the fine institution that issued this asshole an undergraduate degree in International Relations (this was only because they didn't offer beer pong or ice luge shots as majors...but I minored in those anyhow). And while I was there, I went to one of our old stomping grounds, at which we used to coax Turc God (for more on Turc, see here) into drinking New Jersey Turnpike shots (see definition 2).
The weirdest thing, besides the fact that they had 22 oz. Bud Light cans for $2.75, was...I got invited to a "late night."
Yeah...a "late night." Above DP Dough...Which, of course, means nothing to you, but anyways...
I didn't really even know what to say to that. I mean, I'd be lying if I said part of me didn't think about it. The chick that invited me certainly wasn't bad looking at all. But I really couldn't get past the fact that I have no idea how to act around college kids now. A few beers and my memory would likely be jogged. But also, my old ass was tired and I wasn't trying to hang out past 1 AM anyhow. Sad, really. My 21 year old self would kick my current self's ass for this kind of thing if we were ever to meet in some crazy time warp or something. I pulled what they call, a "Domski."
Anyways, these days, the high fives and head nods have turned to hand shakes and waving hello. A case of PBR cans and a heated game of beer pong has turned into a 6-pack of Yuengling and an hour of Rock Band (not that there's anything wrong with it). We all get together every so often. And it's just like old times. But everyone's got their own lives. Shit to attend to. School. Work. A Hyundai Elantra. It's amazing what a difference a few years makes!
I just thought, in the wake of another semester of death...I mean law school...and in anticipation of tomorrow night's shit show, that I'd reflect on good times.
Here's to getting sauced tomorrow! It's a celebration, bitches! I just hope my body doesn't hate me too much for Sunday's game. WE'RE GOIN' TO THE BAR! Get your drinking pants on, Matt, Tecmo, Domski (you better double up)!
Post Script - For the record, throughout all of this College, post-College, semi-responsible-adulthood, Domski has not been drinking. Not one drop. No beer. No liquor. Not even any boxed wine. He has drank some apple juice, though. From a juice box. Like a five year old. Or Amy Skurka. That is all at this time.
December 19, 2008
The Way We Were...
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Dude you bailed on going to late night. I don't eve have the words.
I wish that I could be there for the drunkeness that is nearly upon Hoboken.
I miss those days too, but I have additional reason beyond my heavy handed intoxication.
Bong one for me.
Was that picture taken at a gay bar?
Oh, by the way. For any of you who may or may not have read "I love it when a plan comes together", I'm planning my return to coincide with the Eagles run for the Super Bowl.
Championship!
tec ~ Do you even have to ask?
silky ~ So you won't be returning, then?
That was sad. I actually have some degree of pity for you.
Then again, as someone who is eagerly anticipating what is essentially his 17th (and final) semester of college, I can't remember what it's like to have to be respectable. In fact, I usually try to do the opposite, with varying degrees of success.
Party at random asshole's place!
Yuck it up douchebag, it's Philadelphia's year!
Wasn't 2004 also their year?
Live in now Cotter!
I'm livin' in the now. You're livin' in a fantasy world.
PS - Weren't you boo'ing Donovan McNabb a month ago?
TRADE BIG BEN FOR MCNABB! ROFLMFAOWTFLOLWOOT
Cotter~ It's not a fantasy world that I live, but a
under-imaginative cubicle.
For the Record. No, I didn't boo McNabb.
Tec~ Is that some sort of cheer, or animalistic grunt?
i think the "not drinking" award should go to Silky Johnson. I believe he has fallen off multiple roofs? am i wrong?
silky j - i'm glad at least one eagles fan i know did not give up on the eagles and joined the fire andy reid and get rid of donovan mcnabb parade after they tied the bengals.
That is correct. I know of at least TWO roofs that he has fallen off of. And at least six to seven, foot long, chili cheese dogs he has eaten in four (?) bites or less...no drinking, though.
You passed up hooking up with a chick b/c you were tired? FAIL.
This weekend should be good, I haven't been out much, but I think I'm going to get shithoused both nights this weekend. What're you guys drinking?
liquid
I thought this was a steelers blog?
FAIL!
matt - is it possible for you to bring the entire Brooklyn brewery to Hoboken?
thanks in advance
Which, of course, would be for all the rest of us, because Domski will only be drinking grape pop.
Domski - That's a tall order, I'll have to get back to you.
I think I can manage some Pennant Ale '55s & some "pop"
Who says pop?
Oh, and marc - we'll prob be drinking some PBR cans...they work well with a beer bong.
i said "pop" when i came to delaware and everyone shit on me, people just dont understand.
My grad school car was a Hyundai Elantra! I purposely didn't test drive it - I was trading in an RX8.
Getting older, I've realized that I can only drink beer anymore. Hard alcohol sends be directly to the toilet - head first. Ok, that was a nasty description... but either way. I can only drink beer.
And now, at 27, my metabolism does not enjoy the speed that it used to have... leading me to either working out religiously or switching to *cringe* light beers.
But I can still say, I've liked growing up so far.
/Steelers comment.
Yuengling last night, we'll see tonight
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