After a good nights rest on a comfortable air mattress I awoke and took a shower.  Allen had already showered and when I got out we discussed the day's schedule.  Billy and Garret were no where to be found and we had the hunger equivalent to ten starving bears who smell honey in the vicinity.  So we went to Steak & Shake. 

Due to the construction outside, they put the only entrance/exit right next to the rest room, making it quite easy to dine-and-dash.  Of course, Allen and I are respectable guys... we like to leave a tip before dashing.  I kid, I kid.  How could we run off from S & S when they just satisfied our hunger?  It was a little greasy, but whatever, I don't care what anyone says; Steak & Shake is the bomb.

After we ate we headed for the closest oil-change center, which happened to be conveniently located across the street.  Unfortunately, we got held up at one light for 10 minutes, and then I missed the right turn and we had to wait on another light for 10 minutes and then finally after waiting at another 10 minute light and doing a u-turn, we made it to Super-lube.

So far this morning, the Caddy had been good.  No smoke.  No rumbling.  No fires.  A-OK.  So when we pulled up to super-lube, I had no intention of telling the mechanic about our previous problems.  We figured if there was anything really wrong with the car, they'd tell us.  No need to give the mechanics any ammunition.  So they changed the oil, and everything went by without a hitch (no pun intended).  We left Super-lube with high hopes about the car and the rest of our time in Tallahassee.

We got back to Kevins and a little while later picked up Billy and Garret.  Billy looked like he was half dead and could keel over at any moment and die.  Dark rings surrounded his eyes; it was an effort for him to even look around.  If he even raised a finger I'm sure he would've vomited violently and passed out for a week... Garret, on the other hand, looked fine.  It wasn't long before the Consensus said:  Food.

We ended up at Jim and Milt's BBQ.  If you could picture 7 or 8 people sitting around a long table pigging out on various barbeque entrees, then you can picture our 11 or 12 people.  I have no idea what was said on the other side of the table, much less who was there.  After we were finished Garret, Allen, and others went into the liquor store next door.  When they came out everyone seemed a little ticked off.  Apparently Allen laid down a horrific fart inside and it filled the place.  Nothing new, I carry a gas mask with me all the time now.

Anyways, we made it back to Kevins and the fridge was loaded with beer.  There was also two Steel Reserve's which Allen planned to use to kick-start his buzz.  I always say 'liquor before beer...' so I started with a captain & coke.  Mostly captain.  That lasted me well into our game of poker.  I had an early lead but got cocky and spent the second half just trying to hold on.  I did hold on pretty well as it ended up me against Garret, and that man has the best luck in poker I've ever seen.  He will one-up you every time.  Do not test it, it is scientific proven fact.  We hung out for a little bit, and then Garret gave us the idea of going out to AJ's sports bar, so we grabbed our Road Sodie's and left. 

To kick my buzz into overdrive to hold me throughout the night I drank as much beer on the way there as possible.  When we stepped out of the car I was drunk.  Not really drunk, but not light either.  I tossed my empty beer bottle into the woods and heard a window break, so we ran down the street, but stopped for a piss-break halfway. 

Inside we met up with some friends around a pool table and hung out for a few minutes before heading up to the roof to listen to a "live band" perform on their outdoor stage.  The live band turned out to be one dude with a guitar singing mostly Dave Mathews material with the help of a Trumpetist (or is it trumpeteer?).  I didn't much care for the mans playing, though I enjoyed the songs themselves.  If only Dave Mathews was there... but the Trumpeteer was pretty amazing doing solo's and back up vocals and whatever else was required of him.  After a few more minutes we headed back down to our friends and I played billiards drunk, which I'm not particularly proud of.  I take my pool game seriously, but it was cool, this whole night turned out to be a blur anyways.

We made our way back to Kevin's and found out a lot happened while we were gone.  Apparently there was an incident between a girl and a sleeping dog and the girl being bitten in the face by the sleeping dog, but I'm not really sure what was going on.  We grabbed a few more Road Sodie's before heading out to James apartment's, one of which was a Steel Reserve which I drank 3/4 of.  There's a reason why they call it the Steel Reserve, you should only drink it when in extreme need.  Like if you had get yourself drunk enough to amputate your own arm.  Unless you want to contemplate suicide, stay far away from Steel Reserve.

Of all the games in beer history, there are two which have risen to the top and become legendary among young adults.  The first is Beer Pong.  The other is Flip-Cup.  Beer Pong tables are common in college houses and living quarters.  Flip-Cup tables are less prevalent.  In fact, I'd never seen a table dedicated to Flip-cup until we went to James's place.  Maybe it was love, or my everlasting drive to get wasted, but I was pumped and wanted to play.  We formed teams, Allen, Me, James and his girlfriend, Valerie, on one team and Howie and a few others on the other.  In our practice sessions I could see Allen was a pro.  He was like in the first round draft pick of Flip-cuppers.  He flipped them over perfectly the first time, every time.  It took me at least five or six tries each time, in practice.  I knew I was gonna fuck up our team bad. 

The shit-talking started and increased to a level high enough to make a Catholics head explode (standard Flip-cup levels), and we filled the cups.  And thus we began.  Allen chugged the beer easily, set down the cup, prepared to flip, and missed.  And missed again.  And again.  Finally he flips his cup and its my turn.  I chug the beer as fast as it hits my throat, set the cup down, concentrate, and nail the flip on the first time.  Three times in a row I nailed the cup over perfectly on the first try, and on the fourth it was my second.  I'll be the first to admit I'm no pro at flip-cup, but that was amazing.

A few minutes later a few of us were chilling in Jamess room, getting ready to try (experience is a better word) some salvia.  Apparently it's illegal in Tally and James and Howie had wanted to try it for a while.  After taking a hit, Howie curled up and started giggling.  It was quite possibly the highest pitched giggle I'd ever heard.  James got fucked up and started drooling all over everything.  Once he realized it he said, "I've got Niagara Falls comin out of my mouth!"  Which is quite possibly one of the funniest things I've seen/heard to date. 

Good times were had by all and we ended up at Cracker Barrel at 6 in the AM.  I don't remember much about the trip at this point, except the food was great and that Jamess called every black guy he saw Uncle Herschel. 

After dropping James and Howie off back at the Apartments we made our way back to Kevins to sleep.  I was all set to lie down, pass out instantly, sleep good, wake up and tackle the next day, no prob.  When I lied down on my back though, I lied down on a bee, and he stung me.  Thats why I say, fuck bee's...