A day of "I can't remember" Goodness

For a couple weeks all that has been on my mind is a keg of blue moon. Better yet, a keg of blue moon at the pool. So thats just what we did. Around 1pm we were carrying a keg across the pool grounds in front of approx 20 onlookers, wondering who these college kids thought they were. Ten minutes later I was wheeling the kegerator out of the same door, loading her up, and plugging her in.

About 30 minutes later and 6-8 cups full of foam, we were poolside sipping the freshest brews with quality orange slices providing the necessary citrus. Every person that inquired, whether poolside stranger, or buddy from class, was in complete astonishment that we had a keg of blue moon, and that it was chilling in a fridge with freshly sliced O's. A little while later the office staff was congratulating us on being so collegiate.

By 4pm the entire crowd at the pool was in on the fun. Most of us were working on our 6th, 7th brews, however the constant fillup without the empties makes it near imposs to keep track of how much you've downed. This is where it gets interesting. Allow me to stop to give a little explanation...

There are a few groups of people that frequent the pool. One group is a 30 something and his girlfriend, plus relatives that are all from Alaska. They party really hard and always put the most insanely sized pieces of meat on the grill. The second group was new and included tats, piercings, and the work, on top of a gay kid from Peru. I have nothing against gay people, besides the fact that they enjoy cock. This kid didn't even hold back, asking us to go get beers with him, arms around, groping, the whole bit.

Ok. So eventually my friend, lets call him DD for now, gets really pissed off when Peru puts his arm around him and asks him to get a beer.

DD: "What the FUCK is wrong with you? The keg is right there, you've already got
your own beer 5 fuckin times you fuckin faggot."

Peru: "Hey fuck you you
fat blob you don't even knoooow me." (something like that in broken english,
half feminine)

Ryan: "Dude fuckin chill out or we'll whoop your fuckin
ass."

Me: "Listen man...no one here is gay. None of us are going to hook
up with you. We want nothing to do with cock. If you can, call up all your
little girlfriends, tell them I have a 1 inch cock fully erect and I'm looking
to fuck."

At this point Peru gets really annoyed with me because I don't shave my armpits. So I did exactly what he didn't want, and I put it in his face.

I ditched on the gay/tat crew and moved over with Alaska for the remainder of the night. The last thing I remember was bringing in a couple friends from school, and barely being able to see them. Apparently, at 10pm the party moved to our apartment, but by 10:10 I was passed out face down on my bed facing the wrong way.

The keg had 6 beers left in it. None of us ate dinner and all of us were so bombed no one has a clue how everything ended up back in the apartment.

Two days after nearly fighting Peru over hitting on my friends, what happens? Well, I'm at the beach reminding DD how funny it was telling Peru about my small penis and putting my armpit in his face when he WALKS RIGHT IN FRONT OF US! What. The. Fuck. Of all the beaches in all of San Diego, he fucking lays down 50 feet from us. Fortunately for us him and his gay friends were a lot more interested in the Brazilians in speedos across the way.

What are the chances, really?