Boot and Rally (n): to continue drinking steadily and heartily, even when you feel like passing out or getting sick; that’s the time to cowboy up and finish out the night in good form, without being a burden on others around you.
This was the quintessential boot and rally weekend. Friday, I burned 600 calories when I got home from work, then met Jason at Green Mill for a warm up with Absolut Pear and red bull. Luckily, the bartender I pissed off when he was a patron at another bar didn’t recognize me, or maybe just didn’t hold a grudge.
Landon personified the “boot and rally” spirit, as he had been ill all weekend, so much so he had missed a few days of work, and was hopped up on cold meds… yet he still managed to man up and came out with us. Hart, Jason, Landon and I snagged a cab to downtown, had a few at the Local, then went back to Uptown to Williams. I was drunk, to the point that I was failing at darts and spilled popcorn in the fooseball table. But after a text from Landon, telling me I needed to buck up because I was being a disgrace to the Irish, I managed in total boot and rally fashion, to become aware enough to notice when some chick was about to steal my coat. We finished the night off with some Ramen and pizza rolls, because HEY, why wouldn’t they go together?
I thought the party the gays were throwing was next weekend, but when I found out it was Saturday night, it was time to boot and rally yet again. It was a Caribbean-Hawaiian party, so of course I used it as an excuse to wear my pirate costume from Halloween. I couldn’t figure out why people were staring at me on the drive over, but then I realized that it IS a bit odd to see someone in a pirate costume in the middle of April…
I got there early, at 4 , so I could make Jello shots (I made double batches of grape, blue raspberry, red raspberry and peach), they turned out well, but I got Martha Stewart’d when someone else brought their jello shots in a hollowed out orange. However, because I did get there so early, I needed to take a time-out and drink water for an hour so I wasnt passed out by the time the majority of hte people arrived... HOWEVER, if you show up at 10pm and there are already people passed out, you KNOW you've come to a good party!
We made special brownies, but they weren’t like pants-on-head-special, more like different-classes-special (but not for lack of trying). We had two blenders out on the deck, and my blender leftovers of both margaritas and rummy fruity drinks the gays wanted me to make them drinks… as the night wore on, my proportions got a little fucked up, to where the last couple weren’t as fantastic as the first three or four batches.
I’m not sure how with 80-some people there, the majority of my pics had Timmy in them
We weren’t sure what to do with the coconut (we ended up pouring the milk into chocolate shot glasses), BUT we did get to find out how many drunk pirates it took to crack open a coconut.
