VM

So friday, we found out that you can't get into a bar with a passport (We found this out before, but we confirmed it at several bars this night). You can get out of the country, into other countries... but apparently a bar is a sovereign state, that makes up it's own rules. I was told by one bouncer, that often felons/criminals lose their license, so that is why... but that sounds like some horse shit too. Saw some old friends, met a girl that was a veterinarian, (aka wannabe doctor)... and another with an adorable southern accent... that had a boyfriend, which was probably the worse than anything else that could have happened that evening... then after that I was on an episode of 'The Wire'... I'd go into details, but the case is classified... Pretty retarded shit though. Next day was super reunion town, as I was preparing (drinking) to go to the ducks game later. That was pretty funny stuff, and you wouldn't get any of the inside jokes, so whatever. Then we went to this irish bar, where I kept telling the waitress I liked her, as she fed us guiness and jameson... then we went to our suite at the ducks game, already had one soldier down, and passed out... I might as well have passed out, in fact I only think i drank 1 beer at the game... I didn't know the score, and me and another dood, walked around fuckin' with people, until we decided it would be even more fun to fuck with the miller girls and take the miller challenge explicitly choosing bud light, and trying to get the girls to say they drank something besides miller. Then we went back to the Irish bar, where the bouncer, as he's taking peoples ID's points at me and says... 'he cant come in'... so I sat outside until our taxi came. I would probably have more to say if I remembered.. overall pretty destructive night, which lead to a sunday of COD4, and DVD's/onDemand/TheWire... Needless to say, i still feel like shit.. I really need to start takin some photos for this shit...