a win it is!

so the vikings kicked some falcon ass today. everyone looked decent on offense and the d looked amazing. great game to go to for my first time.

started off by leaving last night at about 8:30 pm to go from 2 and a half hour drive to the twin cities. we stay at my buddy's parents new house because they were out of town for the weekend. fucking amazing house! 2 million dollar house. brand spank me new. everything was wood and looked very antique. awesome house. one of the people who came with us brought a couple bottles of red wine. not really a fan of wine, but it was free. we proceded to drink those two and 5 white wines his parents had. plus about 18 beers. thats between four of us. kinda drunk. i went to bed around 5 a.m. before everyone else. i was up at 10 am. felt like someone kicked my ass. we all got ready and decided to take my friends parents new lexus to the game. first words out of his mouth was "im gonna beat this thing within an inch of its life". dont ask me why. thats just how he is. good guy, just kinda a bone-head. beat it he did. flew down the highway at about 100mph. then we find a half parking spot that if we could fit in, we could park for free. three of us get out of the car to help him park it, and so we arent trapped inside the car when he does park it. well......5 seconds later, CRUNCH! screaming "STOP" apparently does nothing when this kid is driving. yep. a 70,000 dollar car now has a jeep liberty bumper buried into its side. my stomach sank. i thought my driver friend would be pissed. he said "oh, well" and we left. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid. then we find another spot by the dome, but we have to park on a curb. so he pulls up to the curb, front wheels are ok. back end scrapes along the cement curb like a giant fork on a chalkboard. he didnt care. meanwhile im in the backseat with my face buried in my hands shaking head thinking his dad is going to kill him.

anyway, we get there. watch the ass-whooping they gave the falcons, and left for his parents again. for some reason he had to jump another curb to get into the right lane. scrapes again. "ok retard, thats enough of ruining your dads car". "dude, he wont care". "oh, yeah, ok. its only a new car"

we get back to his parents, wipe off the dust that looked like a huge scratch on the door, and all that was left was two tiny unnoticeable dents. bottom of the car is fine to. you lucky son of a bitch. his parents get back, they have no idea. they walk me around the house and show me everything. didnt care we drank half of the booze in the house.

WTF!? why cant i be rich to?