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Sunday, May 27, 2007   Crazy Night I went out with Mark and his friend Cooper last night. We went to this little dive in PA, had some beer, did some shots, played some pool. The evening started with a game of pool between Cooper and I. I was losing, until Mark decided to take a shot while Cooper got another beer. Mark scratched on the eight-ball, and I won. Seeing as Mark couldn't live that down, we kept bringing that up the rest of the night. About halfway through the evening (and several drinks later--hey, Mark was buying, so I was drinking like a fish), I saw the dartboard. Mark was at the bar, hitting on some women, when I walked up and asked him how his case of gonerreha was treating him. The bartender was laughing because I just shot down Mark's game; I got another beer and told Mark to keep the drinks coming because I wasn't nearly drunk enough to vomit all over his car on the way home. The bartender almost fell over laughing. I also got the darts from the bartender so we could start playing. I'm not great at darts because I have no sense of aim. However, as I was drunk and weaving about, I somehow managed to hit all sorts of things. My brother decided to be a smart-ass and put his hands up on the dartboard to block my shots; I threw and hit his hand with a dart. The look of shock on his face as the dart penetrated his hand, stuck and wobbled, then fell to the floor was priceless. Everyone in the bar just looked as Mark and I started laughing. Of course, Cooper started teasing Mark about getting darted; Cooper then put his hands on the dartboard and Mark managed to hit Cooper in the hand. Mark didn't think I had it in me to put my hand on the board, so I did. Mark threw, and missed. Somehow, I started the dartings, but was the only one not to be hit. All in all it was a fun night. Mark isn't going to live it down that his sister hit him with a dart. Or that he lost the pool game for Cooper. posted by jaime | 9:51 AM 0 comments

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