What a fucking crazy fucking weekend I had in Buffalo! It had everything, booze, brawds, bud, and even a brawl!! Well, almost a brawl. If it actually happened, it would have made national news, being that it was basically my group of around 30 people, against these tough guy wannabes of like 10.
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| When 'Sup & Duff get together, watch out! |
My best friend got jumped, and he was trying to make the peace. Anyway, other than that it was fucking crazy. Got to see old college buddies I have not seen in like five years. I hung out with my bff Zanghi Friday night. Nothing too big, we just had a few beers, as we wanted to conserve our energy for Saturday. The Bills had a Saturday game that week, and we were going. Not just me and Z, but a shit ton of my old fraternity brothers. Buffalo is the official hometown of Klan Alpine, as probably 1/3 of the brothers during my college years were from around Buffalo. They went to Bill's games all the time, but this particular week we had organized a mass Klan takeover of Ralph Wilson Stadium. There were like 30 of us that showed up.
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| Greatest American Hero reaches for a chip |
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We woke up bright and early at 7 or so, went to Wegman's to get some snacks and beer- then headed to the stadium. We started drinking as soon as we got there. We completely took over the parking lot. We set up a tarp, a few grills, and then started partying KA style. I have a habit of dressing up in costumes for special occasions that aren't Halloween, and this was no different. I was wearing a Superman Costume that day, which was impressive considering it was 5 degrees outside. Not to be outdone, my friend, and frat brother Von, who is just as crazy as I am, dressed up as Duffman. Another guy in our posse dressed up as the greatest American Hero....talk about a random group of do-gooders! I actually made the Buffalo News the next day! (Apparently, even three of the most recognizable and beloved superheroes in TV history weren't enough to give the Bills a win, they still got crushed that day!) |
| I am a little under the weather at this point |
So, there we were. A huge group of dudes partying in the parking lot, 3 dressed like fictional superheroes, the rest very large individuals (We were all big guys, mostly football players). We spent the morning eating, drinking and playing football in the parking lot. The football game was amusing, as most of us aren't nearly as limber, coordinated, fast...or flexible as we were in our playing days. For most of us, It was a cigarette break after every down! I got stupid shit-faced off a bottle of So Co, and passed out sitting up in a lawn chair, with glass of So Co and Coke in my hand and 1/2 bag of cheese curds spread all over the "S" of my costume. Eventually, a few guys moved me into the backseat of a car, where I remained passed out for over an hour. I woke up upset that I lost my buzz, so I started pounding. By this point EVERYONE was shit-faced. We were always bad-asses in school, especially when we were drunk. It always took the littlest thing to set us off, and send us on a warpath. We used to invade other frat houses once a month. We would shut the door, have someone stand in front of it so none of them could escape- and then beat the shit out of anyone we saw. Not exactly model behavior, but we stuck with what we were good at. Anyway, this day was no different. Someone from across the parking lot pissed one of us off, after which our whole group just charged them. There was a 10 minute long skirmish. They eventually ran off after talking some smack. When we called them to act on it, they bitched out, like everyone always did at school. I was gone by this point and don't remember much. Apparently the guy who my buddy had been speaking to about getting me a job with showed up. That can't be good. I hope he doesn't think much of first impressions. Somehow I don't think I am hired! |
| Duffman is also a big fan of Hot Dogs |
I don't remember any of the game, just that I lost my cell phone somewhere in the slush on the way to or from the stadium. On the way back to the cars, I searched for it, pushing slush around with my boots the whole way back to the car. I probably looked for it for an hour. Didn't find it, but the amazing thing is that , a few months later, I actually got it back! Someone had found it somewhere and returned it to the ATT store. I had another phone at this point but still, it's a really bizarre thing. Anyway, it was a very fun, extremely drunk and painful weekend. It sucks to be home. Just gotta get past Christmas then I'm off again. I have a long-standing history of debauchery in Buffalo. This one was G-Rated compared to the other 2. Check them out if you dare...
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