Friday
Friday was a very typical "Matt at home" night. I have to say while I love my friends at home I am much more lethargic in planning what to do on nights at home, so this night revolved around me going and visiting one of my best friends ever, Charlotte. Since the 3 people who read this don't know Charlotte, I would describe her as a "Connecticut Kara with a twist." Actually now that I think about it this has to be an entry, the similarities are pretty stunning. Anyways Char wasn't feeling up to going out to the bar, as her favoribility for people from our high school is not very high. Where I really don't really like seeing about 50% of the people from those years her number is around 95%. So in absence of going out to a bar, her parents offered us a couple bottles of wine, and an amazing venue to bullshit about the past 6 months of our lives: her house. So basically the advantages of this night was drinking expensive wine for free, a plush setting, and no background notice to distract me from talking to one of my best friends. The negatives: not being able to laugh at the idiots from high school. So after a few glasses the stories started flowing like crazy, and since you all know what I have been doing for the past 4 years hers are a much better topic.
Since Charlotte has about 100 good stories I want to focus in on only the two moat amazing ones she told me, one good and one bad.
The Good
Charlotte is a decently smart girl but really is someone who has been helped along in her life more through connections and her economic situation. She has always aspired to go to medical school since I met her, and despite her average grades she is going to medical school, just not in the U.S. Now this might sound shitty having to leave the country to go to school, until you see the pictures of her school. While I will be working in gloomy Delaware for the next 6 months to 1 year, Charlotte will be studying medicine on my favorite island on spring break, St. Maarten. Keep sharp objects away from my face, this is just not fair:) During the evening Charlotte mentioned "Matty you have to come visit me" Hmmm lets see, go to paradise/ my favorite island in the Caribbean to visit one of my top 10 friends in life? I'm keeping a fare watcher on Travelocity for St. Maarten starting tonight.
The Bad
Charlotte has had some unbelievably bad luck with guys in the past but this one takes the cake. This past year Charlotte, who graduated from Lafayette, dated a freshman. Now most people think they have horrible breakup stories, but this one was borderline unbelievable. Because it is so long im going to paraphrase it in a few bulletpoints
- The breakup starts on a random cold night in Feb., and Char and her boyfriend ordering food, and then brining it back to his dorm. Since it is always so freaking cold in PA Charlotte parks her car illegally to get out of her car and run in the dorm before she freezes to death.
- Being a girl she asks her BF to move her car about 100 yards across campus to a legal spot, an activity that should take roughly 3-5 minutes. The food is still in the car along with her ID, and cell phone.
- 30 minutes later no sign of the BF. Worrying begins. 1 hour, still not back. Char is crying and nervous. Since the BF's phone is dead and her phone is in the car Char is breaking down in front of her BF's friends. Not good times.
- Since Char is one of the 5 people at college to have a land line phone she runs back to her sorority house, and calls her cell phone repeatedly, hoping he picks up. Now 2 hours down the road, she calls public safetly, and tells them her car is missing. At the 3 hour mark she calls her parents and the BF's parents. The 4:30 AM calls never work out well.
- A half hour later Char's room phone rings, and she gets a call from the soon to be ex-BF. He is in the back of a cop car, at the Plymouth Meeting toll booth, (apprx 1:20 hrs from Lafayette)and her car has significant engine damage.
- So the end of their 6 month relationship involved him stealing her car (obviously drunk) driving it around Easton, PA for 2 hours, then deciding to drive home to Baltimore. He had caused $6,000 dollars worth of damage to the engine (it is a stick shift) and scraped the car going through the toll booth, and the food in the car was knocked around everywhere. They were not in a fight and not on bad terms, and he randomly stole her car and could have been charged with grand theft auto.
Saturday
At around 6:30 I picked Greg up to go to Liz's Graduation party in Wykcoff, NJ. He lives about 5 miles from her, yet we almost got lost getting there. Once we got there we met up with Jamie and Dan, and in typical St. Mary's form, found a secluded table to be shady and seclude ourselves from the rest of the party. Liz's party was by far the most elaborate party I have seen. It had servers and a top shelf bar, with far too much alcohol. It was set up like a wedding from 1992, with the tent and all the songs I hated from about 1987-1991.
Mike, Dinger, and Justin showed up about an hour later, and with their arrival the real drinking ensued. Over the course of the night we did our typical routine of not associating with people outside of our circle of friends, but of course teasing them for any physical/or social abnormalities they had. Being out of college for 2 plus weeks did not affect our clique like attitudes in the least. Good times! Once the servers left the bar was left unattended, our true college colors came out as Jagerbombs, Carbombs, and extra strong mixed drinks ensued. As we gallivanted around Liz's house, Greg got a hard-on looking at all the Notre Dame pariphinalia/ memorabilia strewn around her house. At around 12 we lost track of both Justin and Dinger as Justin ran to the bathroom, and Dinger somehow passed out in his car for the remainder of the evening.
While this was a very fun evening, the reason why thise evening was memorable was Mr. Gregory Byrne. Greg didn't drink too much early in the night he made up for it later in the night, and by the time his brother and friend Kim came to pick us up to bring us back to his house to sleep he was in rare form. Kim drove her car and Greg's brother drove mine, and as we got back to his house 2 classic moments in Greg history occurred.
1) As we got back to the house (a house in which Greg has lived in all of his life) he proceeded to walk straight into a tree in his from yard. This was not a small tree, nor was it a tree that hadn't been in his front yard for over 20 years of his life. People walking into things always sadistically cracks me up.
2) Greg is normally very reserved and very passive, as you all know. But this night the bizarro Greg came out momentarily, and he did something that made me laugh uncontrollably for 10-15 minutes. Right before we walked inside Tim and I directed him to where his bed was he said goodbye to Kim. Now him getting lost on his way to bed is normal drunken behavior, but how he said goodbye to Kim was legendary. As she was hugging him goodbye he decided it would be hilarious to "rape her face." Yes this is the same Greg you all know too! Kim has known Greg for over 15 years and was taken 159858% off guard, and could not believe what had just happened!
The best part about this sequence of events is that Greg didn't remember going home, getting out of the car, running into the tree, or raping Kim's face when we reminded him the next morning. He was so shitty he even for got that I slept over, and was surprised to see me in the kitchen talking to his parents in the morning. Moments like this are why Sean, Tim, and I dealt with his lathargicness and bad attitude that he exhibited 70% of the time over the past 4 years.
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