How Twitter Saved My Phone

Well as many of you know recently I had to get a new phone number. I have also been talking for awhile to write this blog post about how twitter saved my phone. I finally decided to stop being lazy and write this blog.

Towards the end of last semester. The day after the Santa Pub Crawl, which was absolutely amazing. I had to start working on a German group assignment. My group was meeting-up with each other at the Highlands. Myself being extremely hungover had to call a group member to walk me to the correct apartment because I had no idea where it was. While we were talking on the phone I saw him and hung up. We headed into his apartment to get started on the project. At some point we went on a beer run. I didn't drink with them because I was so hungover from the Santa Pub Crawl. Anyway after the beer run I realized that my phone was missing. We looked and looked and looked for it everywhere. We called it and it went straight to voicemail. I figured it would because I hadn't charged it yet.

I finally decided it was a lost cause. Well then about 10 pm that night I was chilling on g-chat when all of a sudden @saraxmazing sent me a message stating something like "OMG Adam someone just tweeted from your phone." I had to look at my twitter page and I saw the tweet. It stated something along the lines of "If you know whose phone this is and how to get a hold of this person tell them to call it." So I called my phone. Went and picked it up from the Highlands. I decided that I must have dropped it or something like that.

When I picked up my phone I was thinking damn I must have a weak password on my BlackBerry if they were able to tweet from my phone. So I went up to the door to retrieve my phone from those peeps. As I walked to their apartment it smelled like they were hot boxing the entire apartment.

I looked through my phone and they completely reset my phone. So when they tweeted from my phone they had no idea what this 40404 number was that kept sending them random text messages. It was hilarious. I am thankful I follow certain peeps on my phone or they would have kept it and twitter just freaked those pot head stoners out.

The story gets interesting the next day though because you all are wondering "Adam you have your phone back but that doesn't explain the new number"

Now I shall explain that. I was in class all day the next day and my phone just kept ringing off the hook. I didn't recognize any of the numbers yet because I had done the back-up on my BlackBerry from my computer yet. Once I checked my voice mail all of the messages where off the hook weird' One said "I am just calling you back about that pokemon ball"

I was explaining this to my mother who works and substance abuse. The minute I said pokemon ball she said "You are getting a new phone number right now." It made no sense to me but I went ahead and got the new number. I asked my mother why and she informed me that a pokemon ball is 6 hits of meth.

So essentially drug dealers or druggies stole my phone, where extremely high as fuck, the 40404 twitter number scared the living hell out of them so they tweeted from my phone and then I got it back. That is how twitter saved my phone. Thank you twitter.

Tropical Island Bar Crawl

Well as many of you know I turned 21 on Wednesday. I had an amazing time celebrating my birthday with a lot of great people in Reno. At 12:00 a.m. I went to the Grand Sierra Resort (@grandsierra) with some of my closest friends (@nclinger, @Ander517, @Silvam87 and @simplykaty). We chilled for about 30 minutes waiting for it to turn midnight. Once midnight arrived the bartender let me take a seat at the bar. Katy bought my first drink, it was a Tokyo Tea (ingredients). I ended up downing that drink in about 15 minutes. I also put a dollar in the slot machine at the bar and won 50 cents. I quit gambling while I was ahead. 

We left the GSR. Katy also departed from us. So three of us went to a private function. We were treated like VIPs thanks to my good friend Rachel aka Marie. We had a lot of fun. I did a tequila shot and then had two vodka cranberries. This place was amazing but it remains a secret for the protection of a few people! After we left I went home and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke-up and got to work at about 9 a.m. Work was pretty amazing. The non-student staff made some tasty desserts and we celebrated my birthday. They gave me a lot of wisdom of what not to do that night (like beer before liquor you've never been sicker or Liquor before beer and your in the clear). However the best advice I got was from my cousin Melissa. She said "Just remember, if someone buys you a shot, they have to take one too and it's a marathon, not a race." I kept referring to her advice all night telling everyone that it is a marathon, not a race. However for it being a marathon I went pretty fast (fast enough that if they had a pub crawl something similar to the Boston marathon I would have qualified).

So I got off work and started to get ready for the big night's adventure. I chilled with my parents for a bit. Then at about 4:3o p.m. I met up with Annie (@TahomaPrincess) for a drink at the Wal because she couldn't make it out to the bar crawl. She bought me a vodka cranberry (if you can't tell already those are my favorite drinks. Yes I know they are kind of girly but I love Vodka and I love cranberry juice so it works). After having our drink I went and had dinner with my parents. Then they dropped Niki and I off at Lincoln Lounge were my bar crawl started. When we got there some of the crawlers were hanging out already. Niki ordered me another vodka cranberry. Then more and more people started to show-up. I had a birthday cake shot (ingredients) with Amber, Rachel W and Sara (@CrinkledStraw, @xorachel, @saraxmazing). I also did a birthday cake shot with Rachel M and then the wild but complete rad lady bought me a shot of tequila for my birthday. We also ran into her again later in the night at Waterfall. Then a random guy at the bar bought me a Jager Bomb. I think I had a few more shots there as well. 

We then left Lincoln Lounge and headed to the "next bar." Half of us walked and the other half drove. Unfortunately the half that walked were the ones with me who made it to the "next bar". For the people who drove I told them that we were going to Sapphire Lounge inside Harrah's but then we ended up walking to West 2nd Street bar. While we were walking we ran into Katy and Kathy (@marticulate). They were going to Lincoln Lounge to meet up with us, it is a good thing we walked. So when we got to West 2nd Street Bar we all drank a Hurricane (ingredients). The bartender then bought me a second one. I ended up singing Karaoke with Niki, while we were at this bar. We sang "She Thinks Me Tractors Sexy" by Kenny Chesney. We also Leid everyone in this bar. While we were hanging out Ashley joined us. After we sang we went off to Sapphire Lounge to meet up with everyone else (because I went to the wrong place). Before Amber and Sara could leave West 2nd Street Bar, they were forced to kiss a marine. It was pretty funny, I wish I saw it. 

When we arrived to Sapphire lounge I admittedly leid all the cougars that were hanging out, in return they bought me a shot. Sapphire Lounge had great drink specials, I believe it was $2 shots and I did a lot of them. People just kept buying and buying, so I kept shooting them. It was a lot of fun from what I can remember. I know my parents joined us at Sapphire and took a shot with me, my parents are pretty cool. I know I did at least 3 shots with Sara, Rachel and Amber. I also know I did a shot of Tequila with Donnel. I also think Taylor bought me a shot. After doing a lot of shots at Sapphire Lounge we went to the next bar (this time I went to the correct one). We headed off to the Waterfall.

On our way to the Waterfall we decided to do the Cha Cha down 2nd street. I barely remember being in the Waterfall. What I do remember is that Katie bought me a rum and coke, Rachel bought me a shot of Goldschlager and Eric bought me a shot as well. I think I had another one there as well. We were supposed to go to Tonic and El Cortez next but something happend (I am still not sure what) but we ended up going to Imperial instead. When I got to Imperial I started to lei a bunch of people and then I know that Taylor bought me an Irish Car Bomb. That damn bomb ended my night. Right afterwards I was off to the bathroom. I puked all over the floor outside the bathroom and then in the trash-can (someone was in the only stall) when I first got in there. After puking for a while I ate some food and then we left. I got home and passed out.

I then woke-up and went to work and I was only 15 minutes late.

To check-pout more photos click here. I am compiling a bunch of photos into one album on Myspace as they have been coming up on facebook. So we are constantly having more uploaded. That was my 21st, from what I can remember. The phots might explain some more!