That was one hell of a question the other night, but I get ahead of myself.  We start our adventure on Saturday night.  Chris and I went over to Branson's fiance Teresa's house to hit a few drinks.  And by a few drinks, I mean enough to send me into a complete state of black-outedness.  In my defense I was very tired from working at the shop and had very little to eat.  Appperantly we then went to Branson's house (him her and alvaro all live in the same complex) to go to sleep.  Suddenly in the middle of the night, I come back into consciousness barefoot phoneless and outside.  I can not for the life of me figure out where the hell I am.  So I finally realize that I am in the same complex that Alvaro lives in, so I go to his door which I only found do to a red line of paint that is always next to his door.  Unfortunately for me, the door is locked.  Now I am really upset, and for some reason I remember where Teresa's house is but don't even think about Branson's.  By the grace of God the door was open, and I then go inside and fall asleep on the couch.  I wake up at about 630 am finally fully aware of where I am at and having no idea why I am barefoot phoneless on Teresa's couch.  So I go over to Branson's and am told that I just decided to wake up out of a dead sleep and walk outside.  Pretty sweeet.  The part that worried me is these aren't people I've partied with a million times before and will just laugh at any stupid thing I drunkenly do.  Luckily for me Branson and Teresa are fuckin cool as hell and just laughed about the whole thing.  I'm pretty sweet.

The enxt day Chris drops me off at the bus station so I can start my 8 hour treck to Irvine to help Dan move up.  The ride was fine and without any problems.  We then prepare for the emga bash that Dan is holding that night.  Dan prepared 4 pork butts, 30 bud lights, 30 Coors lights, 24 coronas, and random bottle of alcohol.  The turnout was pretty damn good.  I must say that people out here are fuckin pansies when it comes to chuggin.  One guy got pretty hosed in beer pong and started bitching about what would amount to 4 beers that he had to drink.  The whole time I am thinking "really? 4 beers is what I would drink on the ride to shauna's house and then proceed to drink huge amounts there in a game of moosehead."  The party was a damn good time, and besides me being a little touchy with a girl I didn't know after I lost consciousness, I was good.  I mean I wasnt that bad, I could have been like some people and showed her my crotch (please see courtney's blog "Excuse me, guy, ... Your crotch is out.").  Abot 3 am I started doing the classic Mitchel Sway, Dan looks at me and asks if I am ready for bed.  I nod, he kicks everyone off the couch and I hit the hay.

The next day it took us 7 hours to move his stuff into the U-Haul when it should have taken about 3.  Ooops.  But we got the job done.  We jsut now got done unloading everything into the house, and Dan and I are officially roommates.  I will take his own words by saying "this has been a long time coming."  It's gonna be some damn good times.  I will now round up this rediculously long blog and go get something to eat.

Peace!