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| quote: | Originally posted by Renegade
There is now way that ending up dancing in a water fountain can mean anything but having a fun night out. 
Pics + full story please, occ. |
Ummm well no pics because I forgot my camera (and it's a good thing I did too because my pants/wallet were soaked), but I can try to recall the chain of events based upon shoddy memory.
Anyway, the night started off at a friend's place where I started off the night with some cherry bombs. For those of you unfamiliar with cherry bombs, they're cherries soaked in everclear for about 2-3 weeks. I then had some of the "juice" which is tolerable when mixed with red bull. We then moved houseparty, and surprisingly there were some Washington Redskins cheerleaders there ... however, I was kinda disappointed, I was expecting a little bit better for an nfl cheerleader (as an aside, my high school math teacher was a former Dallas Cowboys cheerleader ... she was HOT!). Anyway, we soon left the party to go meet up with my roomates at a nearby bar, and that's where the night got messy.
My friend had taken some 2-3 percocets and was liberally fucked up. And when he gets fucked up, he makes it his goal to get others fucked up. So he's buying beers left and right to the point where I'm consistently double fisting. I respond by buying him and myself red bull vodkas. Then, some drunk guy (it was his birthday) starts grabbing his gf's ass and the ass of another one of my friend's girlfriend. So at that point things start getting ugly, one of the girls starts slapping the guy in the face, my percocet friend is getting ready to murder the guy, and the asshole's friends (they truly saved him from an asskicking) are trying to restrain the guy and keep him seperated from us, and I'm trying to keep my friend and his woman back. Drunk asshole guy then passes out at the table and things call down. Anyway, drunk guy's friends feel bad about everything so they buy us drinks/shots which only makes us drunker. We finally head home, and here's where I think the cherry bombs kick in.
So it's a walk of about 5-6 blocks to get home. It's a typical hot, muggy dc night. About 3 blocks from the bar we've begun to sweat profusely when we spot a deliciously inviting water fountain. Not only is it advertising with jets of cascading water, but it also affords a short cut of about 20 steps. Therefore since the water fountain had two pros, and I was too drunk to think of any cons, naturally I jumped into the water fountain. Of course, since I'm rarely in a water fountain, I took the time to enjoy it which meant exploring every level of the water fountain (it was multileveled) ... going to the deep end, and then prancing about in it. After a cop yelled at us, we went home. When we got home, I made the biggest mistake of the night. I agreed to spar with my roomate ,who is my height but about 3 times as bulky, so he can teach me krav maga (he's been studying it for 5 or 6 years now). On goes the gloves, the leg guards, and the mouth piece. Long story short, I woke up with a fat lip, my entire right shoulder black and blue, bruised ribs, a big bruise on my left leg where he was demonstrating the effectiveness of hitting the sciatic nerve (it's very effective), bruises on my forearms from defensive blocking, and a swollen hand from punching when my wrist was bent a few times. He was less battered but I did chip his tooth. I should have stayed in that water fountain ...
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Last edited by occrider on Aug-16-2005 at 17:50
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Thats even better than anything I did! Please tell me you did it in a short skirt too! 
