Wow...

Friday night was... how can I put this...

Bonkers.

After a very long week of work, it was time to let loose and get really messed up. Which I did.

I figured a night with Ryan, Robbie and some other random crew members would be the perfect warm-up for the birthday madness later this week. So we played some "Three Man", a dice-based game designed to, of course, get the players fucked up.

Then beer pong followed, and I realized that the combination of rookie partner + Nicole's beer pong table = Nate-O Sucks. But the whole point isn't to win as much as just get uber wasted. I succeeded in that goal.

After that, it was decided a competition of gargantuan proportions was in order. Robbie, Ryan and I had already had many beers and other beverages. Just to see who was the ultimate master of the drinking arts for the night, we embarked through a game of Power Hour.

Ryan bowed out pretty early... which was surprising. The Robbie tapped out about 15 minutes later.

Nate-O was declared the winner by the only one still standing... Nate-O.

Then I somehow got back to my apartment, passed out, and proceeded to develop the biggest fuckin' hangover in my life. I seriously woke up and felt like someone had dropped a ton of bricks on my head. It was bad.

My conclusion is that I still have what it takes to get through a massive night of partying. So this upcoming birthday should be a breeze.

I'm excited.

~Nate-O