My Last Night Was a Swirling Hurricane of Debauchery

As I sit on my couch listening to Hall & Oates, I begin to recall the events that defined my last night, certainly one of the more fun experiences over the past month...

It all begins when turvy arrived at my house a little before 7pm.  Being as that we are men our first step in the adventure was to stop at Chili's for some food, flyers, and margaritas.  After a quality meal we left with a little buzz and a roar of excitement that the flyers had a 2-0 lead, and were assured a victory.  (They lost)

Our walk down to the church was pleasant, but upon arrival we found that the line to get in was wrapping well around the whole block, so we had time to kill.  Turvy went to Wawa and purchased the gatorade and juice for mixers, while I ran to Wines & Spirits and bought a bottle of Laird's Vodka mere minutes before closing.  Half of this bottle was consumed in the next 45 minutes.

We finally arrive at the show, seeing good friends such as Harrison, my neighbor Jeff, and Stingray.  This jubilation of a show led to the impulse buy of kazoos by both myself and turvy.  These would prove to be important parts of the later night.  But I digress....  The opening act was the lovely and talented Pepi Ginsburg.  Very impressive and fun show.  She definitely put the crowd in the mood for I'm From Barcelona.  If only the Colt was there.

Colt arrives, slightly blitzed from his post dress rehearsal drinking, as the first notes of Treehouse are being played by the roughly 15-piece band.  Balloons are flying all over the room, and confetti is raining from the heavens.  After the first song their lead singer looked out amongst the sweating crowd and declared "SOMETIMES LIFE IS BETTER THAN A MOVIE!"  Easily the best live show I have seen in the first third of 08, a relatively slow concert season.  The show left us with a sense of joy, and heavy intoxication.  We walked back to University City to rendezvous with The Goob, Windfall, and Barr.  The Goob was MIA, so we bought some cups at the Fresh Grocer for beer pong in the oasis.

Me and turv were on a tear winning 3 games in a row, and getting massively intoxicated.  This is where the night takes a swing for the legendary.  The walk from the Oasis to the B Lud.  DISCLAIMER**** The next paragraph is an interpretation of the night as it was explained to me later, I was at this point lost in the void and merely acting as a slave to my vodka laced beer.

Me and turv take out our kazoos and parade down Spruce Street as if it's New Years Day.  Striking a sense of joy to the street, everyone joins in on the kazoo playing as if its a siren calling to a depressed city demanding that we all celebrate.  The culmination of this city-wide love fest is an old man who is enthralled by our kazoo performance.  We begin to circle him and serenade him as if we are two whimsical pan's attempting to summon a demon spirit from deep within his tired soul.  (See caption above)

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I wake up to a beautiful day, and an incredible lunch with windfall and the beautiful ladies of 4039 Sansom Street.  Life is good.  I love Hall & Oates.