:: Garski Falls ::
As Ian spilled beer on the deck...
Someone: Ian, you're wasting beer!
Ian: Well at least it's going to a good cause...getting a dog drunk!
"You know what's great about our group of friends? We can just sit around doing absolutely nothing, and then all of a sudden we've got a big fire going and it kicks ass." - Sean
Last night, in lieu of our usual night at Slapshots, we decided to mix it up and take advantage of the kick-ass weather. So we spent a few hours drinking in Jenna's backyard, then Brad said we should go have a bonfire someplace, so we did. We drove out into the middle of nowhere down past Fort Langley by the river and sat around finishing off the last of our beers. We all decided to name our new spot "Garski Falls" not because there was a waterfall of any sort, but because Brad fell in the river about 3 seconds after we got there. He was trying to move a big flaming pallet closer to the river, then he slipped, then Chris accidently dropped another pallet that hit Brad in the head, then he went knee deep in mud and water.
It was funny to about everyone but Brad, who spent much of the rest of the night trying to convince people to give him their pants.
I also drank 13 beers (including shotgunning one) yet somehow didn't even get slightly buzzed, let alone drunk. It was very odd. I guess my alcohol tolerance is better than I thought. Next up this weekend, before I start work again, is probably Sean's garage, cuz there's a TV there now and hopefully a little bit of space left to write something clever on the wall.
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