Super Bowl gets Super Drunk

Lounging around all day yesterday nursing a hangover, a peculiar occurrence happened. I had been reluctant to drink and Brick was left as the lone soldier parading toward debauchery during the game. It was halfway through the third quarter when I got a mysterious phone call from a good friend. David Axelson sent his regards and wanted to know if BOX could assist in a troublesome pony-keg that needed to be consumed that night. The news of this happening lifted my spirits and my hangover. I asked the roomies, but unfortunately the previous nights blackout of literally every house member left few willing souls to assist in the annihilation of a pony.

I called Brick over from the neighbors' house and asked if he would wander down a road of tomfoolery with me. Of course, he could be trusted to assist in this venture. I found Brick a bit toasted, but not bad with everything considered. We dressed up into silly outfits of dress jackets, bow ties and sunhats. Upon entering the humble abode, we were greeted with about a dozen people of varying levels of drunkenness and a series of giggles due to our strange appearance. Knowing that I was well behind I charged at the pony with a strong effort. Within an hour I had made considerable progress on my own status and caused significant damage to the pony.

Needless to say immediately after the conclusion of the game, further debauchery and drinking games ensued. BOX house has never been known for its beer pong skills and your author himself is one of the most miserable players; however, this does not stop BOX from dabbling in a pong game or two. 4 hours, the departure of all guests with the exception of Brick and your author, several gargoyles (a form of keg stand), consistent BOX defeats in pong and several shows of dancing hilarity later the night ended. This dancing hilarity included, but was not limited to the fisherman/fish hook, lawn mowers, Irish jigs and some strange marching dance that Dave and I created. When the night concluded the scene was as follows: Dave and Brick were unconscious casualties of the pony, Ting poured the last cup of it and I was seeing two of just about everything in the room.