Flash & Trash in OC.

Got back from OC this weekend, and if anyone knows whats thats like, feel free to make fun of me to no end. Went down for a softball tourney (USSSA Men's 'E' Class Atlantic Coast Regional), so again, insert joke #2. We ended up 3-2, finishing in the top half. But that is not the news I wish to share. Rather, the debacle of a weekend I like to call Spring Break '06. Christ, it has been a while.

Got down Thursday night, and got T-RASHED!!! 4 games of Beer pong + 5-6 red bull & vodkas, + 321 bud lights = fucked up blackout state. I fell in love with Miss Piggy, and could almost fathom more incredible moments. Met hundreds of thousands of Russian chicks, and learned how to say "Take Your Shirt Off" in Russian. снимите вашу рубашку.

Played golf friday, shot 80 at Rum Pointe on a wicked hangover. I am particularly pleased because of my physical, mental, and emotional state, plus the 20+ knot wind on every hole. Got drunk that night, but not too much due to the 5 games were about to play on Saturday. Met IRENE STROKULVA, who my buddy is going to mail order when she gets back to mother russia and is officially on the market.

Saturday I was beat due to all the games, but since we didnt make it to Sunday, it was on!!! Sunday was my birthday, so... "I partied, like its my birthday, drank Bacardi, like its my birthday." Actually, I got a red bull & vodka bday present plus many, many shots, and convinced many fine young ladies to dance with and take suggestive pics with. THe hightlight was working out a way to to become a producer of documentaries, and my latest work is on a young man trying to get wasted for 30 straight days (ala Sperlock and Leaving Las Vegas).

Here's to OC baby. Flash and Trash during Spring Break '06.