Nate drank for 12 hours straight. Here’s what came out of his mouth last night.
(at bar)
Me: “Dude, are you wasted?”
Nate: “Yeah, I’ve been on a boat drinking since noon. Then I went back to work for a few hours.”
Me: “Wow, you’re a trooper.”
Nate: “Yeah, booze boats man. I love expensing shit.”
Rorie: “You write a blog about Nate?”
Me: “Yup.”
Nate: “You know I tried writing a blog about myself once. But I couldn’t really think of what to write so I never wrote the blog.”
Navarro: “Nice.”
Nate: “Hey Navarro, we should start a band together. I play some guitar. I got heart. I got a heart of a lion. I also want to “rawr” into a microphone so I can be like..”
Navarro: “…A lion?”
Nate: “Yeah.”
Nate: “Wait, where are you from again, man?”
Navarro: “Virginia, remember?”
Nate: “Oh that’s right. Dude for reals. I need to go to Virginia one day. Fucking churnin butter–that’s the shit I thrive on…and fireworks.”
Rorie: “Have you ever played poker on the iPhone?”
Nate: “No, just manually. Like with cards.”
Nate: “Did I tell you that I won trivia last night at the Napper Tandy?”
Rorie: “Wow. Trivia. It’s happening everywhere!”
Navarro: “What did you win?”
Nate: “Oh you know, $20…to the Napper Tandy…I had a team from Stanford.”
Me: “How about you in that video doing that sexual handshake” (read previous blog post)
Nate: “Dude me and Navarro did an around the back handshake. It was for the greater good!”
Navarro: “Was it? So what now I’m a whore?”
Nate: “Navarro man, you’re not a whore.”
Navarro: “Yeah, I’m sure you say that to all the sailors.”
Rorie: “Speaking of sailors, Nate you going to the Folsom Street Fair?”
Nate: “When is that?”
Rorie: “This weekend.”
Nate: “Oh no shit. Have you guys been to the Weird Festival?”
Navarro: “Is it weird?”
Nate: “It is and the people have dreadlocks, too.”
Nate: “The Folsom Street Fair…Me in my assless chaps and chain around my neck.”
Navarro: “That sounds like a rap song, like by Ja Rule.”
Nate: “I need to immerse myself more in SF.”
Rorie: “Like with guys?”
Nate: “You know what I mean.”
Rorie: “No, I don’t.”
Me: “Do are you drunk enough to watch the Owls of Nagoole?”
Nate: “Fuck yeah, man. I am one with the owls. They’re my friends.”
Navarro: “What about the bears?”
Nate: “Like gay bears? You know, people mistake me for a bear sometime.”
Rorie: “Nate, what do you look for in a man?”
Nate: “I don’t know!”
Rorie: “Fuck this. We’re going to the power exchange.”
Navarro: “Nate, you’re a very special snowflake.”
Nate: “Hell yeah.”
