Mark's Life: Day 1

Today marks the first day of the rest of Mark's life. He has nothing to look forward to but retirement and possibly finding some meaning with a family of some sort.

June: Part 2

Last night's thunderstorm had its toll on the Yellow House. Kyle's car was parked in the garage underneath the big blue L-brackets that were holding up old wood trim the construction guys stripped from our house. During the night, a particularly strong thunder clap, or something, must have knocked the bracket loose. Wood, nails, and one heavy piece of metal rained down upon Roach's car like so many rain drops on the pavement outside of the garage. When the storm had cleared, Kyle was left with a dented and scratched hood, and a completely dessimated windsheild. Bob will no doubt be receiving a strongly worded letter about this incident.

June: Part 1

• The attic continues to be worked on.
• DJ continues to not live here.
• Mark has left us for good.
• Speaking of Mark leaving us...

Thursday June 16

• In an effort to include all underage roommates in drinking to celebrate Mark's departure we decided daiquiris and the fire pit would be a good idea.
• Things started off well.
• The fire pit was placed in our pool for that extra sexy reflection thing.
• Due to the inordinate amounts of wood we have on our premises from attic construction the fire soon reached, what many might consider, an unsafe level.
• But it was cool, b/c alcohol does that.
• As more people showed up (not a lot, but some) the daiquiris consumption increased. This lead to the depletion of "typical" frozen drink booze.
• Another troubling phenomenon was the dwindling of burning material.
• Two things then occurred...
• 1 - In order to keep drinking we began to scour the house for any alcohol that might be thrown into a blender with ice and consumed.
• 2 - In order to keep burning Mark graciously offered up his dresser as fire wood, and our neighbors graciously offered up their sledgehammer so that we might better fit the dresser in the fire pit.
• Along about this time the squirt guns entered the picture. As is customary when booze and the threat of getting squirted is present somebody crossed the line. Who isn't important (read: I can't remember), but as the end of round 1 DJ and I were absolutely soaked.
• Round 2 began with an alliance betwixt DJ and myself. The plan was to squirt the dozen or so people sitting around the fire. We flanked them, but Roach lunged from his chair and wrestled DJ to the ground and secured his firearm.
  
• Alcohol consumption reached ridiculous levels as rum was soon substituted with Everclear, small amounts of Grey Goose and beer, and eventually...
  
• After burning the dresser the logical step seemed to be smash something else to burn. The yellow TV stand that we inherited with the house would have to oblige.
• Afterwards the mysterious wooden platform that we also inherited with the house and had lived on our front porch throughout our tenure here met the fire pit.
• ...the last pitcher of delicious booze was made of Kaluah, Bailey's, and Kessler's. Wow!
• About this time Roach and I decided it would be fun to climb the scaffolding next to our house.
• On the way down two cops showed up. Roach scurried inside due to his lack of having lived long enough to legally consume happiness, er, alcohol.
• I journeyed to the front where they took mine, Mark's, and J's IDs. (Rick was inside "going to bed").
• They informed us that a noise complaint had been issued. We assumed it had been from that cunt of a neighborhood president down the street that hates us for doing and being everything he can't or isn't anymore.
• In exchange for not giving us a ticket we were told to let the fire die out and be very quiet. The cops then went up/down the block a ways and observed us for about 15-20 minutes, then left.
• Long about 3 am two little high school punk-wannabe-gangsters showed up. Specifics of this encounter are sketchy at best, but needless to say it was hilarious.

Thus concluded Mark's Going Away Party: Part 1

...and so forth.

The house if full again after Rick's and AJ's return. Neither is employed.

• Construction continues on the house. It's an inconvenience that had AJ sleeping several hours in DJ's room this morning.

• Mark, Rick, and J pruchased squirt guns and a kiddie pool the other day. The three of them could have been seen sitting in it in the back yard the other day. I don't know if that is considering awkward, gay, or genius.
• Considering the heat, it was a good decision. The pool is in the front yard and we spent several hours sitting on chairs with our feet in it watching cars pass today.
• DJ went back to Wausau for Strei's grad party. We'll miss him terribly.
• Mark discovered that his new apartment in Richfield, MN is in the ghetto. He'll fit right in.
• The wall that was shared between the upstairs living room and Ben/AJ's room is gone. All that's is there now is a big blue tarp (for privacy). When the carpenters put it up the remarked that should AJ bring a girl home it would be nice if somebody let him use their room.
  

J came back

Jae came back from the NYC. Upon his return he and JT did some elicit substances in the living room. Mark made up a couple rounds of Sparks Bombs before J, JT, Mark, and myself adjourned to Brats. Several hours/pitchers later and J dragged us to the KK (the shitty one, not the Kid). They had last call at 1:30 (because they suck) and J told us we were going to some girls' apartment. The girls in question got into a cab while Mark, J, and I jogged three blocks up State St. Why we did that I'm unsure because some of the girls got out of the cab and the three of us got in and took it to some place on Langdon near the Edgewater. We hung out on a pier and drank until about 3:45 when the girls dragged the three of us back to the original apartment. Along the way the girls stopped everybody they saw and we all sang some Simon and Garfunkel song. Eventually we made it back to get some rum and cokes in our system and finally caught a cab home at 4:15.

The next day around noon we were all still asleep (Jae in his room, Mark in his, and me on the couch downstairs) when the two girls we were with the night before showed up and gave us all McDonalds breakfast.