had to take a half day at work and even got “wellness formula” from jimbo’s (per chaunce) — the pills taste nasty, but i think it might’ve helped (more on this later)

so i meet up with mark, dwight, tim, and mitch at the stone brewery 13th anniversary over at the csu san marcos campus…

this was my first time going to one of these things, and boy… i’ve been missing out. it was such a slick time — my only gripe was that it was effington hot… “mike’s beer cheese” was amazing

i still think coconut+porter is a great mix!

we all got sloshed for 3 hours and decide to walk across the street to have some stir fresh mongolian bbq

we get a few feet from the place and mark and dwight suddenly want to chase me down and beat me up… wtf? so i immediately channel adrian petersen and i fuckin’ run… i run and i juke… i almost get hit by cars in the parking lot and on my last juke… i hear a loud THUD behind me… i turn around and i see a mangled mess of limbs and whiteness — it’s mark

he friggin curbstomped himself

he gets up and blood everywhere — dripping from his chin onto his shirt

quickly we get him to a mr. taco bathroom where he washes a little bit — to the disgust of the patrons… as we’re leaving, everyone’s eyes are on the tall white bald bastard and his entourage… i whisper to them, “yea… i kicked his ass”

so then — even tho we were hungry, we decide it’s in mark’s best interest to go to a hospital — i see a “pph” sign (palomar pomerado health — the only reason i know this is because tomlinson does a commercial for them) and we start walking

frick — it’s closed… mark starts whining, “waah… my chest hurts…  waah… i’m losing a lot of blood”

so i have to do a quarter mile windsprint back to my car (drunk no more — adrenaline and i sweat it all out) and drive back to the closed clinic and take us to a kaiser permanente

never knew about "intermediate care"

once inside, we are loud and belligerent… so much so that we get kicked out of the waiting room… (actually, tim and i — the quietest of the bunch… the ones who were half asleep — us)

his shirt was white before the fall..

so we ended up going to the lobby and tim actually does something i never knew he could do — sleep… and i try to take a nap… meanwhile, dwight commandeers a wheelchair (three of them actually) and does a tour de france all around the hospital and around the perimeter

mark finally gets out with 8 stitches in his chin, some scrapes and bruises, but nothing else serious

overall… best stone anniversary ever! (it was kinda like the hangover… but not as funny)

oh so if you wanna see the gash (pre-stitches), click here — very graphic tho — looks like a vagina in mark’s chin… it’s breathing too! PIC (if you don’t wanna click on it, it reminded me of kuato in total recall)