HoolePalloza

What a weekend and what party would not be complete without 5 stiches from a Phoenix Hospital. I knew a keg of Coors original, beer pong, and jello shots would be trouble, but I never thought it would end like this.
It all started with the reinunification of the Kreamer wedding party a couple of weeks back. That also was innoceant fun, but no trips to the emergency room. It ended with an invitation to HoolePalloza in Phoenix this weekend. Rona and I accepted with overflowing amounts of excitement and started dreaming about the possible antics that we would encounter during our celebratory weekend with the Katealist.
Rona and I packed our bag and pilled into her loyal Civic to start our weekend excrusion. Saturday night we found ourselves at a cute little bungalow called Cibo starting with pizza, wine, and the joyous sounds of good friends uniting in celebratory anticipation of the possible upcoming events. Dinner ended and off we went to La Casa de Flaherty to continue the wonderful celebration.
Upon entering the beautiful house, we were greeted by Kate Flaherty and her 2 dogs. Two of the three greeters were happy, the third tried to make sure that we understood her displeasure with us. It wasn't too long before we made our way outside and found the ice cold container of goodness and the famous red cups to fully enjoy the contents of the container of love.
I poured myself the first of toooooo many and started talking to the other members. The talk eventually turned to the classic of all drinking games...Beerpong. As the talk turned to beerpong so did the interests of all members present. We moved ourselves into the ManCave and was overjoyed at the size and the wonderfulness of the beerpong playing surface. After adequately covering the surface with trashbags, the games began. The Hoole Women vs. Scotty D and the KrimeDawg. Thank goodness for Scotty D for it was him that carried our team. The boys had the women down to one cup and Kate the birthday girl called the game. This was pretty much how the evening went at La Casa De Flaherty, though the KrimeDawg only played one game of beerpong. I did more then my share to empty the container of goodness.
Now for the ride home. Ummm how do I begin. It was realized that there was no room at the Flaherty Inn, so sober Rona gathered Ms. Hoole and myself back into the Civic and headed to Hoole's apartment. It was this time that the contents from the container of love started fighting back. By the time we got to Hoole's apartment complex parking lot, I had a full scale war on my insides and I was losing. Realizing that the liquid enemies were on the move, I instructed the capable driver to pull over and let the enemies march on. Now anyone who knows me knows I'm not that small of a guy so you can imagine me trying to climb out of a Civic backseat. I was fine till my boot caught the seatbelt and my chin met the concrete curb (the curb won).
Rona decided that I needed stiches; Kate decided that I needed a puke bucket. The bucket was first and was used on the way to get stiches. Rona and I walked into an empty emergency room (Ok Rona walked; I stumbled). I got checked in, moved to the appropriate room and promptly fell asleep on the hospital bed. I proceed to sleep throughout the entire process (even the shot to numb my chin). I was wheeled out of the hospital at 4 am and went back to Hoole's place. Once inside I passed out on her bed, boots, jeans and all. Rona assisted me in changing into proper sleep attire.
Later that day...I awoke in the bed and sleepily stumbled out to the common living area to find Ms. Hoole enjoying her birthday cake again. After coffee and a google search of Jungle Jims, we left to find breakfast. Einstein's baggles were the breakfast choice...and they were very tasty and easy on all of our stomaches (carbs and alochol a great combination). Once breakfast ended, goodbyes were said and the journey back to the Old Pueblo started. This was without incident and Rona and I are back home again...recovering slowly and quietly.