"I am a Frat Boy"
The last couple of weekends have been epic. Amongst 2 wedding and receptions with open bars, to 4th of July bbq on my roof, to getting faded every Friday and Saturday night, it has been a real amazing couple of months. One of the highlights was a World Cup Party where we literally had 25 dudes and 3 girls over. Sadly I am counting Sheetal as one of those girls.
After drinking furiously as the game progressed, we decided to invent a drinking game for the PK’s. Basically you pick which side the shooter would aim, and if you were wrong you would chug a beer. I luckily only lost once. Sheetal on the other hand was not as lucky, which now explains why he was doing his version of Michael Jackson crotch grab all night long.
This then led to jager shots, and soon enough we were on the roof having boat races. Deepa beat Anuj twice in a row, which led to a lot of clowning. The featured match up was Yatin versus Ronak, who is a new much needed addition to our SF crew. Think a chiller version of Yatin and is down.
I think we must have cashed 120+ beers, 1.5 bottles of jager and then decided to head to North Beach and celebrate amongst the Italians. Because we had a couple girls with us, we overcame the urge to celebrate at Centerfolds, though that could have been sweet.
People were singing on the street, and everyone was happy. This reminded me of the time we were in Rome, when Roma won the Italian championship. We must have had 4-5 more shots of jager and several beers- needless to say at this point, everyone was tossed. We literally drank from 10:30 to 8PM.
I knew I had work to do Sunday night, so instead of trying to sober up on Sunday night, which was an impossible task, I got in at 7am and pulled 2 all nighters. Oh well, it was worth it in the end. I think we are becoming like Old School, and acting like frat boys 6 years too late.
NAPA WHITE BOY STYLE
One particular highlight of the last couple weeks was rolling to Napa for my friend Dave's birthday party. Napa is supposed to be a sophisticated event, where you try to learn about vino. This is not how we rolled - our intent was to get as blasted as we could. Since we knew this was going to be a drink fest, we rented a bus to avoid having any DDs. As soon as we became mobile we were drinking. This was at 9AM. We had about 16 heads, 10 bottles of champagne and 3 bottles of OJ to make mimosas. You do the math. And for those of you who don’t know this, champagne is my kryptonite. If I have two sips, then I am essentially guaranteeing that I will blackout that night.
3 glasses later I was on Cloud 9. We had just passed the Golden Gate and it was a nice sunny day outside. Then the debauchery started. One of my good friends really had to use the bathroom, and since none of his really wanted to pull over, the bus driver, who is supposed to be the voice of reason, suggests that he piss out the door. While the limo is moving. We started laughing, and decided that this would be awesome. In order to make sure he did not fall out, as that would be major buzz kill, one of would hold his shirt and we would not have the entire bus door open. Sounds real stupid in retrospect, but at the time we were genius. We were patting ourselves on the back, but when he started wizzing, all his piss ended up on the bus's windows.
Anyhow we arrived at some wineries, where we knew they were giving free tasting. Unfortunately, they literally only give you enough wine for a taste. Chants of "hit me, hit me" were not appreciated by the bartender, so we bounced to next winery, where we bought 4-5 bottles of this amazing pinot. Then someone bought a magnum of wine. Needless to say we were all toasted. We found some hula-hoops and we all tried to prove that we still have the moves we had in fourth grade.
I wish we had rolled home, but our next stop was another winery. This time, they specialized was in white wine. I really don’t like white wine, but seeing I was drunk, I really did not care. My friend challenged me to chug half of the bottle, and so I did. The amount of stupidity that occurs in the “Drunk Zone” is incredible. They really should do a show about this. Getting people drunk and see where they draw the line. Afterwards we would try to act sophisticated and make comments like "I am getting that there is some toffee, cherry in this wine." The wine keeper was not amused. Fuck her. We bought her bottle.
I was looking for some reprieve on the way home, when all of a sudden, I was getting passed a red cup. Next thing I know 2 of my boys were holding 24 packs. Unreal. This was my first time partaking in a mobile boat race. It actually was quite fun.
All in all it was as far from the Napa trip you find in guidebooks. Afterwards, I went to my boy's place for some more drinking. I remember sitting down, and then going to the restroom, as I needed to take a leak. Next thing, I know I am puking everywhere. I mean everywhere. I tried to grab a bucket, and puke in there, but it was coming out like a fire hose. At this point, I was barely conscious, and decided to sneak out. I ran out, caught a cab, and rolled home, only to puke in front our buildings HOA board member.
I woke up at 7AM the next day to see my phone had 10 messages with my friends cursing me out for fucking up their bathroom.
Napa: 1 Gaurav: 0 Friends Bathroom: -25.
More Pictures From the Weekend
After drinking furiously as the game progressed, we decided to invent a drinking game for the PK’s. Basically you pick which side the shooter would aim, and if you were wrong you would chug a beer. I luckily only lost once. Sheetal on the other hand was not as lucky, which now explains why he was doing his version of Michael Jackson crotch grab all night long.
This then led to jager shots, and soon enough we were on the roof having boat races. Deepa beat Anuj twice in a row, which led to a lot of clowning. The featured match up was Yatin versus Ronak, who is a new much needed addition to our SF crew. Think a chiller version of Yatin and is down.
I think we must have cashed 120+ beers, 1.5 bottles of jager and then decided to head to North Beach and celebrate amongst the Italians. Because we had a couple girls with us, we overcame the urge to celebrate at Centerfolds, though that could have been sweet.
People were singing on the street, and everyone was happy. This reminded me of the time we were in Rome, when Roma won the Italian championship. We must have had 4-5 more shots of jager and several beers- needless to say at this point, everyone was tossed. We literally drank from 10:30 to 8PM.
I knew I had work to do Sunday night, so instead of trying to sober up on Sunday night, which was an impossible task, I got in at 7am and pulled 2 all nighters. Oh well, it was worth it in the end. I think we are becoming like Old School, and acting like frat boys 6 years too late.
NAPA WHITE BOY STYLE
One particular highlight of the last couple weeks was rolling to Napa for my friend Dave's birthday party. Napa is supposed to be a sophisticated event, where you try to learn about vino. This is not how we rolled - our intent was to get as blasted as we could. Since we knew this was going to be a drink fest, we rented a bus to avoid having any DDs. As soon as we became mobile we were drinking. This was at 9AM. We had about 16 heads, 10 bottles of champagne and 3 bottles of OJ to make mimosas. You do the math. And for those of you who don’t know this, champagne is my kryptonite. If I have two sips, then I am essentially guaranteeing that I will blackout that night.
3 glasses later I was on Cloud 9. We had just passed the Golden Gate and it was a nice sunny day outside. Then the debauchery started. One of my good friends really had to use the bathroom, and since none of his really wanted to pull over, the bus driver, who is supposed to be the voice of reason, suggests that he piss out the door. While the limo is moving. We started laughing, and decided that this would be awesome. In order to make sure he did not fall out, as that would be major buzz kill, one of would hold his shirt and we would not have the entire bus door open. Sounds real stupid in retrospect, but at the time we were genius. We were patting ourselves on the back, but when he started wizzing, all his piss ended up on the bus's windows.
Anyhow we arrived at some wineries, where we knew they were giving free tasting. Unfortunately, they literally only give you enough wine for a taste. Chants of "hit me, hit me" were not appreciated by the bartender, so we bounced to next winery, where we bought 4-5 bottles of this amazing pinot. Then someone bought a magnum of wine. Needless to say we were all toasted. We found some hula-hoops and we all tried to prove that we still have the moves we had in fourth grade.
I wish we had rolled home, but our next stop was another winery. This time, they specialized was in white wine. I really don’t like white wine, but seeing I was drunk, I really did not care. My friend challenged me to chug half of the bottle, and so I did. The amount of stupidity that occurs in the “Drunk Zone” is incredible. They really should do a show about this. Getting people drunk and see where they draw the line. Afterwards we would try to act sophisticated and make comments like "I am getting that there is some toffee, cherry in this wine." The wine keeper was not amused. Fuck her. We bought her bottle.
I was looking for some reprieve on the way home, when all of a sudden, I was getting passed a red cup. Next thing I know 2 of my boys were holding 24 packs. Unreal. This was my first time partaking in a mobile boat race. It actually was quite fun.
All in all it was as far from the Napa trip you find in guidebooks. Afterwards, I went to my boy's place for some more drinking. I remember sitting down, and then going to the restroom, as I needed to take a leak. Next thing, I know I am puking everywhere. I mean everywhere. I tried to grab a bucket, and puke in there, but it was coming out like a fire hose. At this point, I was barely conscious, and decided to sneak out. I ran out, caught a cab, and rolled home, only to puke in front our buildings HOA board member.
I woke up at 7AM the next day to see my phone had 10 messages with my friends cursing me out for fucking up their bathroom.
Napa: 1 Gaurav: 0 Friends Bathroom: -25.
More Pictures From the Weekend
posted by G at
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2 Comments:
wtf? i didn't make the long trip up to SF only to be insulted by being compared to ronak!
1. world cup weekend was awesome. 2. your napa trip sounds ridiculous. 3. note to self...no post-gaming at my place for G when he is drunk
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