...later that night
so after hockey, to refresh our thirsty-ness and celebrate the fact that nobody hurt themselves, everyone went to the Icebox. that's right. the icebox.
i ran home quickly to take a shower and change and to borrow my step mother's car for the night. it's always fun and a little bit strange to drive around these nice cars after not driving at all during the year. anyhoo, on the way to the bar, i thought to my self, "self, you are a bit hungry, no?"
to which i replied, "yes, food is a good idea. but whatever shall we eat?"
"well, you are passing right by Taco Johns....why not get a nice burrito?"
"well, i know i shouldn't since i just ate here for lunch, but, oh...what the heck. let's do it!"
and so it was settled.
i ordered a couple of burrito supremes (no meat) and went back out to the car. once inside, i put the keys in the ingnition and the blaringly loud alarm started going off in time with the headlights flashing on and off.
long story short, the car wouldn't start and every time i touched it, the alarm would go off. i had to call my dad (i used the taco john's guy's cell phone) down to pick me up and take me to the bar like i was in junior high or something. it was awesome.
by the time i finally made it to the Icebox, the party was in full swing. here's a lovely snap of my long lost pal dave s. and i:
it's always a treat to get to talk with him as he is smart as a whip. plus we went to sunday school together when we were weee small boys.
of course larry was there too.
and i got two of my all-time favorite photos of him ever that night.
exhibit A:
i have no idea what is going on here, but god damn...
and exhibit B:
out of nowhere, L.C. and curtis busted out a top notch impromtu sailor bar brawl pose. it's so great.
right about the time that i was getting comfortable, on about my second drink, it was last call. crap, it's hard to get used to that 1am bar closing there after having the insane 4 am time limit here. someone mentioned that everyone was going to a house party though, so off we went...
it was a fun time.
the funniest part was watching my cousins get sassed by shantel (or is it spelled chantal? anyone?).
they were really going at it for a while, but all ended well.
see?
also, the dylan gave a good, brave performance by staying out really late even though he had to work the next morning.
we salute you brave dyl!
round about 4:30 or so, we decided to leave. our good chap dave was the designated driver for the night (a task that he enjoys immensely). on the way to the car, a good old fashioned snow-wrestle broke out between dave and steve c. (who apparently quit with the bloggy blog?).
it was a battle royal, but i think steve eeked out the victory with his drunken sheild against pain and cold.
once we were all packed into dave's fiance's parent's car, the decision was made to eat at the truck stop. at first there was resistance from the driver, but soon the cacaphony of slurred, "aww, come on daaaaave"s worked their magic and we were on our way.
it was really fun(ny) to be there at that god forsaken hour. we had probably the worst service from our waitress ever, but no one really cared all that much. i think i had a ...hmm, actually, i have no idea what i ate. sorry.
a little after 6am, we were all ready to go home and sleep. remember, it was now officially christmas eve.
i think our parents were ashamed, i mean proud of us the next day.
UPDATE!
i just stole this picture from dave's site. he tells the story from a different angle.
awwww.......
so after hockey, to refresh our thirsty-ness and celebrate the fact that nobody hurt themselves, everyone went to the Icebox. that's right. the icebox.
i ran home quickly to take a shower and change and to borrow my step mother's car for the night. it's always fun and a little bit strange to drive around these nice cars after not driving at all during the year. anyhoo, on the way to the bar, i thought to my self, "self, you are a bit hungry, no?"
to which i replied, "yes, food is a good idea. but whatever shall we eat?"
"well, you are passing right by Taco Johns....why not get a nice burrito?"
"well, i know i shouldn't since i just ate here for lunch, but, oh...what the heck. let's do it!"
and so it was settled.
i ordered a couple of burrito supremes (no meat) and went back out to the car. once inside, i put the keys in the ingnition and the blaringly loud alarm started going off in time with the headlights flashing on and off.
long story short, the car wouldn't start and every time i touched it, the alarm would go off. i had to call my dad (i used the taco john's guy's cell phone) down to pick me up and take me to the bar like i was in junior high or something. it was awesome.
by the time i finally made it to the Icebox, the party was in full swing. here's a lovely snap of my long lost pal dave s. and i:
it's always a treat to get to talk with him as he is smart as a whip. plus we went to sunday school together when we were weee small boys.
of course larry was there too.
and i got two of my all-time favorite photos of him ever that night.
exhibit A:
i have no idea what is going on here, but god damn...
and exhibit B:
out of nowhere, L.C. and curtis busted out a top notch impromtu sailor bar brawl pose. it's so great.
right about the time that i was getting comfortable, on about my second drink, it was last call. crap, it's hard to get used to that 1am bar closing there after having the insane 4 am time limit here. someone mentioned that everyone was going to a house party though, so off we went...
it was a fun time.
the funniest part was watching my cousins get sassed by shantel (or is it spelled chantal? anyone?).
they were really going at it for a while, but all ended well.
see?
also, the dylan gave a good, brave performance by staying out really late even though he had to work the next morning.
we salute you brave dyl!
round about 4:30 or so, we decided to leave. our good chap dave was the designated driver for the night (a task that he enjoys immensely). on the way to the car, a good old fashioned snow-wrestle broke out between dave and steve c. (who apparently quit with the bloggy blog?).
it was a battle royal, but i think steve eeked out the victory with his drunken sheild against pain and cold.
once we were all packed into dave's fiance's parent's car, the decision was made to eat at the truck stop. at first there was resistance from the driver, but soon the cacaphony of slurred, "aww, come on daaaaave"s worked their magic and we were on our way.
it was really fun(ny) to be there at that god forsaken hour. we had probably the worst service from our waitress ever, but no one really cared all that much. i think i had a ...hmm, actually, i have no idea what i ate. sorry.
a little after 6am, we were all ready to go home and sleep. remember, it was now officially christmas eve.
i think our parents were ashamed, i mean proud of us the next day.
UPDATE!
i just stole this picture from dave's site. he tells the story from a different angle.
awwww.......
posted by anthony at 2:03 PM
5 Comments:
Tony, I love the fact that you've taken the time to recount your Christmas vacation. It helps me to remember what went on. Plus your commentary is hilarious! Larry is quit the photogenic individual isn't he. Larry, I think your destined to become a lumberjack.
I wonder if when Dave & Tanuel come back the next time they're gonna tell their respective parents to hide all the cars so they don't end up driving everyone around all the time until the wee hours of the morning.
I think the commentary might only be hilarious to those who were there. But I suppose that would be true of all things blog, correct?
i've never had a server excited or pleasant during a early early early morning visit to the truckstop. in fact, we were pretty certain our server last time had wronged our food in some way as retaliation for entering the establishment at 5 a.m.
awwww. nothing says christmas like shantel bundled up with her little nose, cocktail in hand. some little darlings should never leave minot just so you'll know they'll be there when you come home to make everything precious.
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