Synopsis:

So here's the rundown of how the party went at Mike's house, the only place where North is West and the Vikings are still a decent team: the everfaithful Ben showed up first, he had no doubt this was gonna be a rockin' party, until about 3 when nobody had showed up. then my ex-roommie Steve showed up, and I was thinking i bought way too much food, but then a few minutes later Ray showed up and i knew that wasnt the case. I fired up the grill and cooked the best burgers west of, umm...Canada....if youre going by my map, which is clearly more empirically accurate than a Rand M'cNally or whatever the crap that roadmap making place is. Chili was already done. Then a few minutes into the game, after the Falcons had already scored, Micki showed up, much to my surprise because she wasnt even supposed to get off work until 4. About a half hour later Justin and Jake showed up, and the party was hoppin', that is, it wouldve been if the Vikings wouldntve sucked. at half the score was 23-0? Right before the second half kicked off, much to my and everyone else except for probably Ray's dismay...Ed showed up, and right before that Steve left...I would say Ed replaced Steve, but that wouldnt be entirely accurate because Ed could replace about 4 Steve's (purely based on size). In the second half the Vikings still sucked, so we found ways to entertain ourselves, which included:
-throwing a soft Twins ball up at the fan and seeing who could catch it
-trying to jump over Ed and getting your shirt partially ripped, again (that one was just me)
-random Mike party and other Mike assorted bashings.
-eating ice cream (this was just Jake, i needed to keep him happy someway)
-taking a nap on my couch in my room (Ben, the lazy bastard, but he's still faithful at least)
-and finally, last, but not least...more Mike bashing.
Then the Vikings finally scored and there was much rejoicing...then we lost...and everyone left, together, at the same time...but hopefully not in the same vehicle. And in fact i did buy WAY too much food...but at least everyone said the chili was good.

Now to the real story:
after everyone left, except Micki, she stayed, cause she's even more faithful than Ben, the treacherous, early leaving, sleeping, Bentley (not car). But I felt an overwhelming sense of...boredom...i just couldnt get it out of me, happens to me sometimes, i just get bored and no matter whats going on i just cant get into it. So Micki had the idea of us racing around the apt outside barefoooted (cause we were too lazy to put our shoes on). We ran around in different directions, except i stopped at a corner and hid behind a bush and scared her when she came. At this point she now had a huge lead, she had one long side to go, and i had the same, plus two short sides...so me being me, i took off, running all out...and about half way on the big side, i stepped on something, a rock probably, i dont know for sure cause it was dark. It didnt pierce me too deep (cause i have massive callusi on my feet) but it ripped about and inch square of skin right off....so Im currently walking around with 10% of the bottom of my foot just open meat pretty much. I told my mom about it yesterday and she got worried so she had my medical records checked and apparently i havent had a booster tetanus shot for 12 years (I thought they sent stuff out when you needed stuff like this)...so today i went in to get a shot and they said it was too late and that I would die someday...but not from tetanus, they gave me a shot for that, but it doesnt make me immortal. Just thought Id scare (or for some/most of you, get your hopes up) you all. True story though, no outlandishness here, seriously, you can check my medical records if you wish.