Before I start my post for the day I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to the big bad Bull! Bull is the oldest of our friends, hitting the big bad 24 mark is a steep one. She’s that much closer to 25, which means she’s half way to 30, while the rest of us are still soaking up 23 for a while. We laugh now, but when she was the only one who was 21 and could get kegs, she was pretty famous. Well we had options of course, it was either the Bull or one of her roommate’s 35 year old boyfriend. (I’m not joking)
That picture brings up today’s post. Summer 2011 and the Icing’s that took place. My friend Paul and I literally drove around town on random nights that we were bored and Ice’d people. If you don’t know what it means to be “Ice’d” let me sum it up for you. You hide a Smirnoff Ice and when the person see’s it they have to get down on 1 knee and chug it. That’s how people play, however I did whatever the hell I wanted. Here we go..
It was only appropriate that the person I ice’d with got ice’d. His ice was simple, I called him up, put it by his tire, he came outside, saw it and chugged it.
Now we can get into some Ice’s that I especially enjoyed.
Clearly, after seeing those 5 pictures it’s obvious that absolutely no one was off limits. It wasn’t just friends, it was also a family affair. 4 out of the 5 of those pictures were taken at the same family barbecue. Sometimes it’s just that damn easy.
A lot of double Ice’s were given out.
I loved the idea of a Double Ice. Not only did I get you, I got your friend too. I would like to make a note..the second picture in the Double Ice section was one of the most annoying/dramatic pictures taken in the ice album. The blonde, Cait had nothing to do with it, Nicole on the left, made me take about 4 pictures, breaking every rule I had for the damn Ice’ings.
Having people come out of the house completely unaware of anything going on was always a fun one.
Clearly by these pictures these people had no clue whatsoever that this was coming. Paul and I had people getting ready for bed, getting ready for the shower, and whatever the hell else they were doing.
If you came to my house over the summer, all bets were off, you should have 100% had your guard up.
Anyone near, or around my property got iced. I never had to worry about running out, I basically had stock of Smirnoff this summer.
I still laugh after seeing these two pictures. I had two people meet me at seperate times in a parking lot so that I can Ice them.
I did work in Ocean City.
Ocean City was a success. I ice’d the shit out of people on that trip. Only downside to it was that every time we went to pick up beer or liquor I had to stop at the 711 and get Smirnoff Ice.
The trip to the beach was another great Ice’ing day.
The beach Ice’ings were a lot of fun. We had Ice’s in peoples pockets, in Can Jam, on the boat. The Ice’s started off cold but by the end of the day they were piss warm. Should have got ice’d first not last. For the record, I would like to point out that Amanda’s Ice’ing was right outside of 711, families were watching her, cars passing her on the road watched her, and she slammed her teeth with it at first. Honestly, never a dull moment.
And Finally, if it didn’t happen, I would consider myself a huge tool.
That was my second time getting Ice’d that summer. Will is holding me up because I almost fell on my face while doing it.
Smirnoff should have sent me something for the amount of money I spent on those damn things this summer. It was a lot of fun though.
Have you ever been Ice’d?