soooo yeah.... briggsfest = epic as always

Le Jalapeno · Guest

you won't get the longs story from me today because i'm still recovering but i'll give you the gist of it for now.

first night, show up around 8 after work drink my half liter of gin with sour warheads dissolved in it (delicious) finish off the rest of my goldschlager and finish off a bottle of soco pretty much by myself. pretty drunk want to fool around with my girl but her cousin is in the tent with us so we just fall asleep (around 130 2)

next morning i finish off the last 2-3 shots of soco before i even put my pants on and get a buddy to go grab a case for me. I asked for a 30 of pbr but he brought back a 30 of natty ice(yuck) I have a couple shotgun races and then put the rest in my backpack. so i got about 25 natty ice, 4 molston ice, and a handful of keystone ice and lights. shits heavy. so i'm carrying this heavy ass bag in and out of the stage area, and through the camping area trying to drink as many as i can so that that it gets lighter. (mind you its like 90 degrees out and i haven't had any real food or hydration for a while)

that night i had finished off more than half my reserves (only like 6) kinda buzzing but not really drunk anymroe and a buddy shows up. not really good friends with him but i know him and i know he smokes so i figured he drank. I gave him a beer and i could tell he didn't drink much. so i sneak him into the camping area he drinks about 3 of my natty ices and then i challenge him to a shotgun race and he uses one of my keystone lights for that. we head over to the campsite of the coffee shop crew and he drinks 2 more up there and has a shot at the most of jagermister. i on the other hand have about 1/4 of the bottle.

so the kid is belligerant off of 6 beers and and 2/3 a shot. and everybody loves it, we screw around with him a little bit, call him deloris (names dennis) and around 10 i send him home with one of his friends. apparently he puked there so they brought him back so i babysat for most the rest of the night. they come to pick him back up around 1 in the morning, so i finish off my case and pass out in the back of my blazer because my girl left with her tent. (this is around 2 i think)

i wake up around 430 itchy, sore, and fiznackling cold in the back of my blazer. so i drove the 10 minutes home, told my mom i came home really early because it looked like rain, took a shower and passed out.

woke up around 930 today and my hands and feet were both itchy as hell, swollen a little too. they are fine now but it was like crack addict bad.

lots more stories from the same weekend and previous briggsfests that will prolly come out later.