DEMF 2009: No piggyback rides and less vodka!

Looks like it will be a good year. I'm leaving in about an hour to go start the party, hopefully everything will go well. I will update in the morning after each day if time permits. I hope I see all your asses down there, so enjoy!

This past week in a review: I ordered a PBR and the fucker gave me a Coors Light

I've been spotty with my updating, but determined I had to get back into the swing of things. This past week was pretty productive, with plenty of liver domination taking place. There was also a date with Jamie, a bunch of yard work and some Red Wings games. Overall, a pretty solid week. Day by day recap, ahoy!

Starting with Monday (5/11), I drank a bit and did something that I didn't remember because it obviously wasn't wicked awesome enough. Yaaay!

Tuesday, I worked one of those stupid mid-day shifts, then watched the Red Wings game with John at McClain's house. We lost, it was a dumb game with dumb penalties and dumb refs and just general stupidity all around. Oh, and we grilled some burgers before the game. They were really big, and pretty delicious. There was some dairy product on them, but otherwise fairly boring. After the game, we went to Baileys, where I actually beat John in darts!

Wednesday started the real fun, though. I worked another mid day or had the day off or whatever I did, and Nicole wanted company to go meet the bro she's kind of seeing but I'm not really sure since I am not going to be one to decide for her. We met up at The Post in Ferndale for $1 domestics, we being Nicole, Jamie, John, Angelina, Mary and Renee, later joined by dank. We drank a bunch of beers and then Nicole went to Dinos and drama drama drama, we needed somewhere to go. I had a MIRACULOUS idea, Davo just started spinning a night at Gracie's Underground in Ferndale. We ended up going there, and as expected, the music was fantastic and the drinks were overpriced. We danced and had a blast, like our group does, even though it was at the expense of my dollars in my bank account. After that, I spent the night at Jamie's and then went home to rest more, for....

Thursday! Date with Jamie (will post a seperate update with info on what we did!), then Red Wings vs. Ducks Game 7, no one was having people over, it was basically the most mind boggling thing ever. So, John and I settled on Marinelli's so that we could drink stupid amounts of beer and eat decent food for totally cheap. Wings ended up winning, like 3-2 or 4-3 but it was a good game regardless. After that, we went to Luna! Surprise, right? 80s night, got drunk and was reminded how fucking annoying John's friend Lindsay's friend Kirby is. I seriously want to make her go away permanently, but I don't wanna go on trial for that.

Friday, I worked and went to Luna for a couple hours for Sugar Hiccup. I promise I was there for less than 3 hours! Didn't get drunk, went home to sleep. Kinda like...

Saturday! Same thing, except it was Mikey's birthday. Unexciting. Totally not legit. Basically the polar opposite of...

Sunday night! Marty Luigi Bufalini's birthday party at a loft down in Greektown. It was a blast, and I drank a lot and inhaled not-so-legal chemicals! I wheeled around in a wheelchair half the night, beat John at a game of ping pong, and had Lafyette Coney Island at like 4:30 in the morning. It was a really fun night, I need to make a picture account to put all these pictures up for you fruitcakes.

This weekend is DEMF. I will report. It will be amazing. I will not be sober for a period lasting up to 4 days. Be ready kids, Motz is ragin'. See you soon, space cow-people

Forgot to mention

GIVE ME MY FUCKING FREE CHICKEN COUPON KFC, YOU'RE A BUNCH OF NAZI JERKS

Thats free KFC for ya, kids. Print it out at 3 am when you return home from the bar, and think about the awesome hangover solution that it will be tomorrow!!

Fly high and safe kids,

Motz

This past weekend: HEY LETS GO TO LUNA SOME MORE!

Yeah, I spent most my time at Luna last week. I suck. Basically Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. I saw everyone, it wasn't very thrilling. Wednesday I got really drunk. Friday was the DVD release party for the first movie I ever worked on, First Day. It was good, I got drunk that night also. As a note, that night ended up like crap for reasons I'd rather not make public, but I must try and remember, I have bad decision making skills while intoxicated.

Saturday though, was actually somewhat noteworthy! I did yard work (yaaaaaay), then got my oil changed, then picked up Jamie for one of the most interesting nights I've had in a while. Angelina's birthday dinner. All hand-cooked by the wonderful Marty Bufalini, the guy who does traffic on 760 AM I think, and sometimes on like FOX and stuff. He's an absolutely hilarious dude who cooks the best Italian food I've ever eaten. We're talking gourmet restraunt quality here. So I drank a bunch of wine and Italian liquor and then had some delicious $5/6 pack Oatmeal stout, ate the most delicious food I've had in ages, then sat around and chatted with an awesome group of people. We went to Luna, drank more, then I went to Aleksey's party and, shocker, drank more. After that, I slept, in my own bed!!!

In store for this week: Cinco de Mayo party @ the Works tonight, MY FREE PLAYSTATION 2 TOMORROW!!!, Nicole's Karaoke B-day party on Friday, then Nicole's Luna party Saturday. I think my sister has prom in there somewhere too. I'm not sure. I leave you with a pic that sums up the week pretty well:

Justin Verlander pitched a good game? Holy shit!!

Some of you may know, Mr. J. Huges invited me a baseball game yesterday, featuring my favorite team and my least favorite team, aka Detroit Tigers vs. New York Yankees. This wasn't any normal "Hey, lets go get bleacher seats and smuggle in some booze and get shitfaced" baseball game, Huges and his manager at work, Katsuko, were given these tickets by the man Carlos Guillen himself. 28th row, right behind home plate. Yeah it was nice.

So, on to a summary of the game itself. Verlander pitched an absolutely BEAUTIFUL 7 inning game, giving up only 6 hits and no runs. The Tigers eventually ended the game, 4-2, giving the Yanks their 4th straight loss. I personally believe its much deserved, after years and years of douchebaggery on Yanks fans. That just about sums up the game. Now on to the fun part, what happened at the game!

We went with Huges boss, Katsuko, who is an old asian lady. She also brought her old asian lady friend, whose name I did not catch. Apparently, they are gambling buddies and well, they get pretty excited at baseball games. It was pretty amusing. The non-amusing part was the crowd of shitfaced broads behind us for the first five or six innings. Holy shit, you couldn't even count on the tortured soul of an old slave to provide this much banshee-like wailing. Not to mention the 40-something mom incessently mentioning how shitfaced she was, but she needed another margarita. Besides them, the usual fare of rich kids with a lot of money, blue collar families enjoying a night out and really large, kind of older men with large tits. Nothing new.

Afterwards we decided to head to Royal Oak, in hopes that a female John had met the previous week would come join us for an alcoholic beverage or two. We settled on Lily's Seafood, since their microbrews were only $2 on Mondays, she settled on "going to bed" yet texting him until something like 11:30 or midnight. We had one, decided we wanted cheap food and decided to hit up TGI Fridays with some awesome coupons for happy hour. We had a 1 cent appetizer coupon and a Buy One Entree Get a Second for $1 coupon. Not bad, right? Can't say the same about the food. They only make their burgers medium-well. What kind of a hamburger hating company is that? What the fuck? Do you only do your steaks well? Fuck you guys. I'm not going back to abuse my coupons, I'll eat ramen instead of your 'medium well' bullshit. (the title image is from the wall on TGI Fridays, it basically describes them very well)

So, that was my Monday. It was semi-exciting. I don't think I am doing too much this week, until Friday which is the First Day DVD Release Party at Luna. Then Saturday is stupid-ridiculous italian dinner night at Angelina's. Then Luna again. Exciting, huh? The week after has more fun in store though, I promise!

Keep it fierce kids!

Motz

Bonfire status: "Hahahaha yeah right!!" -Mother Nature

So Mother Nature has told us bonfire goers to fuck off this year. How you ask?

A giant fuck-off sized puddle of water we lovingly refer to as "Lake Motzenbecker".  Difference between a normal spring, however, is that the afformentioned fuck-off sized puddle of water usually disappears in a week or two. Meaning its usually not 30 fucking feet big. I apologize for the inconvienance, but if anyone can help me figure out of a way to displace a 30 foot lake, it'd be greatly appreciated and would be repaid with large amounts of PBR.

til next time, tater tots

motz

a summary of my history as a human being

Be prepared for this epicly boring tale! I was born to Trudi and George Motzenbecker in April of '84. My life was boring. I spent my summers up north, around Torch Lake, and spent the rest of my time in Troy. In short, nothing notable happened in my life until about the time I turned 21, when shit started going haywire. About the time I turned 21, I was coming out of my shell as a ridiculously quiet, shy hermit who had next to no friends. These are no lies, my friends, I was a hermit.

About halfway through my 21st year of existence, I got back in touch with a good friend from high school, Mike Pierce. We started partying. A lot. Then John Hughes (henceforth referred to as Huges) came home from MSU and shit went wild. Since then, my life has been a haze of partying, meeting new people, doing somewhat unintelligent things, all the while working a shitty retail job. And here we are today, I'm 25 with an amazing group of friends that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world, still working the same shitty job and trying to get my life going in the right direction.

While I will mostly be posting about awesome partying adventures and the things that I do, some it might be some boring whiny crap about my life, which I will tag properly so you can skim over it, say "I'm sorry, I hope things get better" and then I will smile a bit and get over myself and the world will generally be a better place. 

See you soon, space cowboys!

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