  the masses have requested a real update. not really, but i like to think so. i think the most amusing thing to recount has been occuring all week. and that has been the event of my brother turning 21. i mean, we all know how much i love to celebrate birthdays.
and it gets stacey so excited she pees her pants and sobs uncontrollably. oh wait no, that's just alcohol poisoning. but anyway. the party kicked off monday where he turned 21 at midnight on monday night/tuesday morning. me and joseph met up with beth david and sarah at thomas sweets in new brunswick to start pregaming for our easton avenue bar crawl. after they ate some ice cream, we walked down to corner tavern. we drank a little bit, watched las vegas and average joe, played some shuffleboard, and then headed over to knightclub which is where brian was headed at the stroke of midnight.
brian calls and informs me that his car has been towed. happy birthday, love the new brunswick police department and the funeral home lot he parked in. so we're playing darts at knightclub when i see his drunk ass stumble through the door. he buys a beer, i buy him a beer, he takes a few (like 7) shots including a double shot of 151, and he proceeds to get himself cut off by the bartender.
good times, bad 151. so then we all stumble down to olde queens. (i just pooted) where my brother downs a couple more beers and more shots and then proceeds to pass out talking on his phone to god knows who while propped up on the ledge. so me and joseph drag him outta there, where he drunkenly babbles about how he doesn't want to go home tonite and asks for money (more money) and then my cell phone because his battery is dead.
so we leave him at jimmy's where he's scarfing down fat samiches. skip to tuesday morning. 7:10am, brian calls my mom for a ride. my mom has tennis at 8am so tells him she can pick him up and he can come to tennis with her, and they'll get his car afterwards. my mom goes out on the courts. my mom comes back and finds my brother passed out and drooling with his shoes off, his sweater over his face, and his pants down below his ass so that his underwear is hanging out.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DORKER!!! hey, being caught with your pants around your ankles is better then being naked and shivering in the emergency room of mercer medical. 
