Saturday, November 25, 2006

THAT guy...

he's me. I don't know how I manage to pull it off every time, but I am THAT guy at parties. you know the one. as proof I will cite two examples from my past...

example number the first:

the hot tub party. now if you know me, you already know what happened and I shouldn't need to go any further. however, in the interest of wasting some of my time and writing a bullshit entry I'll expand my tale0... so, tmack, marcus and I were all chillin' in the hot tub at the party. hot tub was in the garage, which happened to have a very slick (slippery, not cool) concrete floor. throw water on that bad boy and you have a recipe for disaster, as I soon found out. now, I may or may not have been drinking at the time, but for some reason I decided that I needed to get out of the hot tub and check what time it was (still not sure why I had to do that, but whatev.) got one foot on the floor without incident, though I had to stretch a little because it was a long way down from the ledge of the hot tub. when I went to put my other foot down, all hell broke loose. I lost my footing and dropped to the ground like I'd been shot. unfortunately for me, I met a chair and a broken beer bottle on the way down. one second I was standing, the next I was on the ground confused and more than a little hurt. pretty sure the only thing that kept me from passing out/crying was all the alcohol in my system, and all the people who witnessed my fall. I wish I took pictures of the bruise I had, but I definitely suffered some internal bleeding that night, given that I had scar tissue IN my side for a couple of weeks...oh yeah, and I had a pretty sweet hole in my foot from that broken beer bottle.

example number B:

last night. party at east village. I was leaning against the stove, perfectly content with my position and my buzz. not drunk, just buzzed. all of a sudden a pink balloon came flying at me (from someone who shall remain nameless), and I must've spazzed out. next thing I knew I was lying on the floor surrounded by broken glass. I still have no idea how I managed to pull that one off but I'm pretty sure I can never show my face in that house again...

so next time anyone wants to invite THAT guy to a party, you know who to call.

8 comments:

Marcus said...

I will use the expression here that Graeme and I share as our favourite.

You Village Idiot.


Let my start by saying that that hot tub story is a melodramatic exaggeration of the truth, with the self diagnosis - sans-ultrasound and the crying, while very funny.

The Number B example had me in stitches though, sweet lord.

will said...

I'm still not sure how I managed not to cut the shit out of myself on all the broken glass...

Anonymous said...

OHHHH WILLSY, you know i gave up on this thing, im impressed, but only a little bit aha. Good to see that your filling us in on the drama that your life is.
Cheers
Bob

Marcus said...

I've given up on it too. . .AGAIN

Bob said...

Yeah this is rediculous wilsy... strike 6

will said...

there just isn't anything exciting going on in my life at the moment...or ever for that matter.

Marcus said...

Are you serious? What about Edward ShrapnelHands over here? What you can't type now either? UPDATE!

Bob said...

yeah wilsy, get on the damn horse