Monday, February 26, 2007

Snowfest '07: Deano Today!


Deano Today! For there is no tomorrow.

So the drink-fest we referred to as Deano's 40th birthday part that I originally went up to Illinois for was at hand. I headed out to Deano's shed for a little pre-drinking. Deano and the lovely and talented Mrs. Deano recently purchased an awesome new place out in the country. For the purposes of this discussion, let's assume that the property's best feature is the ginormous, heated shed Deano appropriated for his Man Room.

The Man Room has tools, a fridge, popcorn maker, cable TV with Sirius Radio programming, a toilet, sofas, easy chair, a floor drain and lots and lots of room for Deano to hang his ever-growing collection of deer racks.

Anyway, after lubing up on a couple of Miller Lites, we headed in to the Iron Horse golf course clubhouse for some steaks and libations. We were stymied at the steaks (long story) but the beer and the conversation was flowing freely. After dinner, we started buying shots for each other, but mostly for the birthday boy. He also got a cool radio-controlled car that he took great pleasure in manuvering around the clubhouse, banging in to patrons and friends.

We eventually made it back out to the Man Room and proceeded with the drinking. We stopped off on the way out and picked up some tequila, Hot Damn and melon schnappes, to go along with the whiskey, rum and assortment of beers. There were also some decent cigars floating around, but I passed on those due to my recent bout with a sore throat.

Party roll call: Me, Deano, Keri, BJ, Desi, Jeff, Tim, Sue, Kevin, Angela, Mark, Shann, Sherri & Robert.

Notable by their weak-ass absence: Leins, Lisa Jr., and Jake the Snake. Bitches. Also, The Riddler and Bev, though they are excused due to previously made, equally legit plans.

Anyway, I think Deano had a good time and appreciated all the love. I had a blast drinking, visiting and playing cards with the old gang. I'm finna do it again as soon as possible.


Two words: Sexy. Beast.


Deano expresses his appreciation.


Uh, where's your beer, Sherri?


Steering the r/c car in the clubhouse.


Everybody looks up to BJ.


Uh, where's your beer, Sherri?


Deano looks like he just hit the lotto.


The Man Room is a massive, steel cave.


Silks is pretending for his wife that he's done drinking,
but we all know better. Have another Hot Damn, Silks!


Sha-na-na-naaaaa! I used to sit behind
her and pull her hair in 7th grade.


Uh, where's your beer, Sherri?


Silks takes a turn with the R/C.


How's that turd treatin' ya, Young-o?


Spades alone, bitches!


Damn, guys! What makes McCumber so
damn good at euchre!?


Keri takes pot shots at rogue balloons.

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