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Yesterday was Woody's birthday. This called for a celebration.
We were a little bit late to the party at Woody's place in Santa Monica, but we brought the shot glasses for the power hour, so really, the party couldn't start without us. Apparently it was tradition amongst some of Woody's buddies back at Boston College to do a power hour consisting of all Disney songs. So in keeping with tradition and upholding the law that Birthday Boy gets preference, we did an all Disney songs Power Hour. However, we contested a few songs: there were two American Tail (does that sound like a porno to you?) songs on there, as well as one Fraggle Rock, and a Carebears tune. Turns out the Carebears are property of Disney, but American Tail and Fraggle Rock did not qualify. Woody's time-honored Disney tradition had been reduced to a Power 57 Minutes. Tragic.
Well, after about an hour or so, being sufficiently hammered, we decided to walk down Wilshire to find a bar. I can't even remember the name of the one we went into, but there was a no-nonsense bouncer at the door that definitely looked like he had been wronged in some way, like he just found out his father was gay or something. We all took a booth and hung out for a while. Pat spilled malt vinegar on his chest and kept complaining he smells like Easter Eggs. Sabia drunk dialed Father Don of "The BC" at around 4:00 AM EST. It was a pretty cool atmosphere. After a while, Pat, Joe, Jorge, and I decided it was time to get going so we all got up from our seats and went to say our goodbyes.
Suddnely, seemingly from nowhere "Pump It" by the Black-Eyed Peas began blasting. Out of pure instinct honed by Push-Ups Anonymous, Joe and Pat immediately dropped to the bar floor and started feverishly doing push-ups. Before either of them could get to ten, that disgruntled bouncer was grabbing Joe by the arms and pulling him up. He next went to get Pat up. Pat believed the person tugging on him to be one of his friends so, like a true P.U.Aer, continued to do push-ups with zest and determination. My heart pounded fiercely with pride. Pat didn't stop until the bouncer grabbed him around the waist and pulled him up. "THIS AIN'T NO GYM!" He exclaimed.
After that, we left. It was an awesome exit though. That's just how we roll.
Above: Sherwood Tondorff and his GF caught in the middle of some birthday canoodling in a bar on Wilshire Blvd.
Above: AGREED!
We were a little bit late to the party at Woody's place in Santa Monica, but we brought the shot glasses for the power hour, so really, the party couldn't start without us. Apparently it was tradition amongst some of Woody's buddies back at Boston College to do a power hour consisting of all Disney songs. So in keeping with tradition and upholding the law that Birthday Boy gets preference, we did an all Disney songs Power Hour. However, we contested a few songs: there were two American Tail (does that sound like a porno to you?) songs on there, as well as one Fraggle Rock, and a Carebears tune. Turns out the Carebears are property of Disney, but American Tail and Fraggle Rock did not qualify. Woody's time-honored Disney tradition had been reduced to a Power 57 Minutes. Tragic.
Well, after about an hour or so, being sufficiently hammered, we decided to walk down Wilshire to find a bar. I can't even remember the name of the one we went into, but there was a no-nonsense bouncer at the door that definitely looked like he had been wronged in some way, like he just found out his father was gay or something. We all took a booth and hung out for a while. Pat spilled malt vinegar on his chest and kept complaining he smells like Easter Eggs. Sabia drunk dialed Father Don of "The BC" at around 4:00 AM EST. It was a pretty cool atmosphere. After a while, Pat, Joe, Jorge, and I decided it was time to get going so we all got up from our seats and went to say our goodbyes.
Suddnely, seemingly from nowhere "Pump It" by the Black-Eyed Peas began blasting. Out of pure instinct honed by Push-Ups Anonymous, Joe and Pat immediately dropped to the bar floor and started feverishly doing push-ups. Before either of them could get to ten, that disgruntled bouncer was grabbing Joe by the arms and pulling him up. He next went to get Pat up. Pat believed the person tugging on him to be one of his friends so, like a true P.U.Aer, continued to do push-ups with zest and determination. My heart pounded fiercely with pride. Pat didn't stop until the bouncer grabbed him around the waist and pulled him up. "THIS AIN'T NO GYM!" He exclaimed.
After that, we left. It was an awesome exit though. That's just how we roll.
Above: Sherwood Tondorff and his GF caught in the middle of some birthday canoodling in a bar on Wilshire Blvd.
Above: AGREED!
posted by PJG at 10/14/2006 11:22:00 AM
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