Sweet Mother Mary, even if I told you people about everything that happened during Centennial weekend, you would only understand a tiny fraction of the glory. The only thing I can liken it to is throwing a perfect game in the World Series, then winning the lottery. Then, right after the lottery, you go eat corndogs at Burt Reynolds house, where the condiments are piled as high as an elephant. I will do an exhaustive review tomorrow. There will be pictures; there will be movies; there will be MAGIC.
I will say just one more thing, as I am awfully tired from knocking on death's door all weekend long. If you're ever at a party and you're wondering whether or not it's the best party ever, and then someone comes up to you and asks for a machete, well, you have yourself an answer. Mark this one down, Einstein: A party's coolness is a direct result of the number of machete requests made. That being said, I am going to leave you guys to wallow in anticipation, like the the night before the 3rd day of Hanukkah.
Posted by Cody at November 23, 2003 5:41 PMA topless box is another good indicator.
Posted by: Pdiddy at November 23, 2003 8:55 PMIs it wrong that, the more you guys talk about this weekend, the more relieved I am that I was in an entirely different region of the country? Even considering that it was Indianapolis?
Posted by: smitty at November 23, 2003 9:39 PMSweet mother of pearl! They'll be talking about the Circle of Jager for years to come!
And it has now been scientificly proven: It ain't a party without a Danzamade™ Topless Box©.
Posted by: Mutha Fuckin' Danza at November 23, 2003 10:29 PMBefore C-Po reviews the happenings of the party, I figure I should explain the machete thing. I simply needed a machete so I could hack through the forest of mystery and seek the pot of gold which I am sure existed in said forest.
Posted by: Bojangles at November 24, 2003 1:28 AMBeen lmao all morning reading goulash..HURRY UP and POST about the wkend!!!!
Posted by: Jules at November 24, 2003 1:41 PM