Nips' Conniptions

Thanksgiving is a time for mild-mannered togetherness: a moment to gather as family and friends to give thanks for all that we have been blessed with. When you think about it, we are quite lucky to have the comforts of modern life, replete as it is with its list of physical attachments.... and our experiences. This weekend, however, I was destined to not only reflect on experiences past, but also to generate a wacky list of new ones. Shall we start from the beginning?

Wednesday night I headed home and ended up going out with Emily and MJ to a friend's house. The crew was dropping bombs. Seriously. Things got interesting when, in an act of vengeance, one of the guys threw a bomb up onto the balcony above the room we were in. We weren't able to hear the explosion for some reason, but a short time later, liquid started leaking through the ceiling. Fearing we had blown a hole in the roof, we went to investigate. Turns out it wasn't the bomb that was leaking. Nope, just the urine.

Gross.

In reference to Mal's blog that, at the very least, painted The Life Aquatic in a positive light... That was one of the worst movies ever. Seriously. "Lost in Translation" and now this? What about Bob?? Honestly! I will never let Emily live this one down. I can't believe she has picked out 100 horrible flicks in a row to watch. Boo, hiss, my friend. Boo, hiss.

The next day I was playing around with a $400 Louis Vuitton umbrella ($400 in Italy, who knows how much here) before driving around my dream car, a manual A4 around town. Getting blasted with A&F froo-froo juice was totally worth the drive ("What's that smell I keep smelling what the.... It's YOU!"). We carefully inspected the new Jag, too, before I took off. That night, we prePARTIED (Not "Gamed") at another friend's place, where, once again, MJ found a way to magically add color to my beverage (Also, Emily is my hero for driving us around) . We hit up Gabby's, saw a crew of Cotter alumni so large that it just about turned my stomach, and did our best to clean out as much of the wares behind the bar as we could.

Then, it happened: I finally found my one-and-only. My "better half," if you will. In a moment of pure joy and inspiration and inebriation, I got down on one knee and proposed to MJuice. You should have seen the rock I gave her. Sure the "diamond" was a little blue, but I think that the ND inscriptions (and my name) on it really show how much I care about her. That's why she didn't drop it in the bathroom... We set a date, too. June 14th. We're gonna rock the wheels off the Dub. "I'm going to be a June bride... weeee!"she says. "So... you are cordially invited to OUR wedding on June 14th (weather permitting... otherwise, it's iOff)." In addition, my fiance made me yell too much that night. Betty was frightened!

So my car is in a tough point in it's life. It has finally taken off that ridiculous "Special Edition" moniker, but is still pretty cloak and dagger about it's actual deficiencies. Like, it's lack of anti-lock brakes, for example. Good to know when you're sliding horizontally down the road into oncoming traffic. Good to know.

Thanksgiving dinner was nice... We had two of them at our house. Yuuup.

After the second dinner (Not in the same evening, but it really should have), I went to watch the ND game with the Awkward Posse. Cookies? Yes, please! Painful banter? No, thanks! And with that, I was gone. I took off before halftime to meet up with some friends at the Holiday Inn before trekking across the river to LaCrosse for some quality late-night entertainment (2am... wicked late. Later than Winona's 1am bar close, at least). When I get there, I find a crowd of 20! Turns out, we were taking the giant Holiday Inn passenger van down and my friend's dad was driving! Just bizarre. Anyway, it was an interesting squad we had full of a very wide variety of people (Including the Scientologist Pirate!). It was, as always, very good to see them all. We meandered from bar to bar and ended up at the dance club where it is distinctly possible that we danced on the stage. That may have happened. I may have been dancing with my friend's mother at one point? Mmm... these are distinct possibilities. Distinctly hilarious.

What story that includes $400 rain umbrellas, massive Holiday Inn drunk vans, Works Bombs, ND flavored engagements, near ND losses, and A4's could possibly suck? This one? Oh.

OH, GOD.

Posted by ndNips on Monday, November 28, 2005 at 7:58 PM | Permalink