Friday Night Housewarming Party at Mr. Perizzolos!

The big joke was going to be if Dario was actually going to put the heat on in the house, or if he was expecting all of us to warm it for him.

I received at txt from Shaz at 7 that said it was freezing cold, so clearly he hadn’t turned the heat on!

The night turned into a scotch fest, greasy food, singing and dance party.

Dario set up a specialty Puke Station for Chad. Thankfully, it was never used.

Hey LOOK! It’s our Jewish friend Pat!

Chad is not included in the group of Champions.

We found out that night that Dario had become the proud parent of a 10 pound bag of sugar.

He is a natural born father.

Chad thought he would take a turn holding the Baby.

Dario then prepares him for burping.

Burp the Baby.

People were constantly making sure the heat was set to the right temperature.

Oh no. They have already started.

I’m sorry. Whats this? Brass Knuckles plus a Tazer??? Is that really necessary?

We attempted to Curl using rolly chairs. Didn’t work that well.

Pat practicing his best ‘Ryan Warner’.

Chad bought Dario a bottle of Scotch as a housewarming gift.

I think I see Chad singing.

This is clearly when we all started to loose our minds.

Old Man Ciavarro had to sit down for a bit.

Pat and I were givin it hard.

This is what I look like when I am rapping.

Uh oh. Is Chad going to dance now?

Pat is VERY excited.

Chad is obviously very embarrassed.

Dario and Pat did some pretty amazing harmonizing as well. We all agreed that it was the best they had ever sounded.

We decided to have a 12:01 meat party. Unfortunately there were only 6 of us left, and a lot of meat to eat.

Chad chose potato skins. They looked neuclear.

Right after this picture was taken I fell asleep on the couch. Literally.

All the dancing and singing wore me out.

It was a good party. The start of many parties. Darios house is a good party house, I can already tell. All he needs is to get the big screen working.

I’m calling it. Next weekend hockey game is at Darios!