Whatcha drinkin? Rum or Whiskey?

SO. basically Grace and I are pretty fucking clutch. We were really poor last night and we wanted to drink like most college students do. But whatever could we do? Liquor store? too expensive. Rich friends? we have no friends. Game night? no. OH WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!!!!

FREE OPEN BAR AT POURHOUSE!!!! (clicklinksforfreedrinks.com - invite us all please kthx)

So Grace and I were discussing this as we were walking to Harlem to get two dollar blocks of cheese from C-Mart and 2 dollar coals from the street vendor with all the delicious smelling oil things and such. **2 is the magic number!** Let the calling begin! Oh wait...no one answered the phone so we sank into the depths of despair. Recall the fact that we have NO FRIENDS. So we get back to the suite after sprinting up the hill back from Harlem and set down in our suite and start thinking more about who might actually show up to an open bar. In the end we got about 20 people signed up and sent the invitations...but nothing is ever that easy. We sent out the email but nothing happened because we have already had a free open bar so we all found/created new email accounts (thanks gmail!) and got everything set up.

8 o'clock rolls around and we, read Grace, started freaking out about people not showing up and us not getting our open bar. I, being the cool calm hipster dude that I am, told her relax its all gon b k to which Grace replied, "Dude open your eyes, you're not gonna get into pourhouse looking like that." Whatever. I am a champion.

We walk and walk and walk, trudging along the cold hard streets toward Pourhouse and we arrive after our brisk walk to find Patrick there, the only one on time. I walk in, calm and cool and demand to see the manager OR ELSE! Of course they abided and within moments we were perched on our stools, mouths watering, waiting for the barmistress to come by and take our orders. She asks us, Whatcha drinkin, Rum or Whiskey? but not really. She just gave us our open bar bands and reminded us that GRATUITY is NOT INCLUDED! After this we begin to down drinks like there's no tomorrow, or rather there's no more free booze after 9:10pm. Nate showed up with some friends and joined the debauchery and had 4 too many drinks and began to hit on the bartender.

I quote, "You aRree the MOOSssst BeautifFul BartTEendRERr I've EverreeRR Seennn@EEEeEE#@EEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

9 rolled around and we decided it would be a good idea to go to Postcrypt...in a church...while drunks...WRONG! terrible idea. worst idea... we came, we saw, we RAN! back to our suite, the REAL holy place where we took it to the next level! h405 Style!!!! BITCHES...needless to say the entire night was a success.

Grace and I, united in our cause, ran, jumped, and said,

"FTW FTW FTW FTW! CLUTCH CLUTCH CLUTCH!!!!"

Now, we are a little sauced because my dad came through in the clutch...YAY PARENTS!!!!

LOVE LOVE,

Grace and that cool, calm hipster dude!

two loves remember that's the magic number!
two
not you
we dont need your stinkin friendship
but we do...
come to our next party on friday at 10 (come at 11 so we can be drunk before you get here)!

there will be wine, and pomegranates, and grapes and all that greek stuff. Oh and wear a toga.

we LOVE LOVE you!

grace says, "good, post."