Adam's House. Episode 1.

you know, i'm always about a week late on bringing my blog up to date. i guess getting anecdotal takes some time. stories have to age, i assume. like old Uncle Remus or the Crypt Keeper. i mean, storytellers have always been older, right? hearing a sentance like "GRANDPA, TELL US A STORY" would be more traditional than hearing "Hey, Billy. How about one of those stories...". ok, for the record.. it's official... i CANNOT ever drink liquor again. never. maybe a shot. like 1. maybe 2. other than that, better get me to just stick to the beer. last week, good old adam king decided to have a party at his parents house. in case none of you have heard about what happened last time i partied at adam's parents, allow me to bring you up to speed: Party at the King's House. PART 1. Summer 2003. As most summer parties around a pool go, we had been drinking a rediculous amount of beer during the day in the blazing sun. As the party had winded down, I was going to leave and change out of my swim trunks, so i walked into the bedroom my shorts were in - took off the trunks and put the shorts back on. So, as i was extremely intoxicated, i apparantly then immediately forgot i'd changed pants. i assumed i was still in my trunks, and grabbed another pair of pants sitting on the floor. i walked to my car, threw the pants in the back seat and proceeded to not remember driving home. the next day i got up for work and vaguely remember getting a bunch of cell phone calls during the night. (que Nokia tune): "Hello...?" "Sam, do you have Mike's pants?" "What?" "Sam, please make sure you didn't grab Mike's pants by mistake..." "Wait... What? What pants?" "Mike's pants. Do you have them. Did you grab them by accident..." "Pants? No. I'm not wearing any pants..." (click) so i awoke the next morning, feeling like shit, and i got dressed to go to work. as i looked in the back seat i saw a pair of pants. I was like "hmm... how did these get here." I brought them inside and as I carried them, i noticed the weight of a wallet in the back pocket. When i opened it, i slowly remembered the hazy phone calls and a limited amount of their content. But as I saw Mikey's smiling face on the ID, i couldn't help but smile back at him. So at 6:15 in the morning, I called him to tell him of my discovery. "Hey man, did you put your pants in the back seat of my car..." "No. You did....(pause)...and shit, now I have a lot of apologies to make..." Hours after I'd left the party with his pants, he'd gotten out of the pool to go and get dressed and discovered that his pants had obviously been stolen. He'd cursed people out, made accusations, threatened to beat people up. I couldnt help but think of an enraged Mike Terito screaming at people in a pool.. with his swimsuit on. He'd cancelled all of his credit cards, debit cards, everything. I felt so bad that I drove out to Gonzales just to take him to lunch. Well, the next thing you know... it's 2005 and i've got a TKO Daquirri with an EXTRA shot of Everclear... TO BE CONTINUED, maybe...