Wow its been 5 days since my last blog post. I've really slacked off on my blog update, with good reason of course. The last months of summer have really proven to be an eventful one, so I guess updating the blog has now taken a backseat to my (hopefully, growing) social life. No girls yet though, but it'll come when its ready.
Anyway, I'm not gonna recollect everything thats been going on but I will tell you yesterday was a doozy.
It started with me waking up from the previous nights clubbing for Aileen's bday party. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be, but it was something to do on that Saturday night (and my only option). I went with Francis to Hertiage days were we ate food, watched demonstrations by Perry the Fairy and Bogus. We met up with Vince, Phil, Miracle and Vicky, but feeling tired, me and Francis left shortly thereafter.
Next up on the iterary was to pick up Les from the Airport. I first picked up Francis so that he wouldn't have to drive to his own birthday that night, then we went straight to the airport. While waiting for Les' flight to come in, we ate at the Jasper Restaurant. I had pork ribs, which I believe were the version of Tony Romas Baby back ribs. It wasn't attrocious, but it was pretty bad as they had burnt the shit out of the some of the ribs. It was still edible. I didn't want to bitch at the waitress since it seemed like she was having a really bad day. How did I know? Walking into the restaurant while shes bitching is a sure sign, but I sympathize since I used to work in the service sector.
After picking up Les' we headed to Sobeys so he could buy groceries. Tmo met up with us there and we headed to Les' house so that they could eat. He also gave me my two pairs of Evisu jeans, which I like very much and still owe him for. Just a note, if anyone is picking up Les in the future, give this guy 1 hour before you pick him up, because I swear its how long he takes. Dammit Les hurry up, hahah just jokes man.
It was a quick rendezvous with the crew we headed to Rum, which will from now on be refered to as my coffin, because I swear I nearly died from alcohol consumption there. The night started a little slow and my reluctance to get on the dance floor didn't help. However, things livened up as we people started showing. I saw my cousin and his friend (lurching around like cougars ready to jump on any chick they deemed hot), and a few other friends.. (Cindy? I really don't remember right now, I'm sorry).
We bought Andrew and Francis shitloads of drinks for their birthday, and they were tanked before 11:30. Andrew, I think, left early because he was so fucked up, atleast I didn't see him from midnight onwards. But of course theres the old saying: "What goes around comes around".
I was getting my fair share of alcohol. I counted 2 shots of straight 151, 1 shot of blue poison (50% bombay blue, 50% 151) 2 tequilas, 1 jager shot, 1 alize shot and probably some other shots that I don't remember as well as continuous oral injection of beer. Emo, I'll get you back you bitch, and I'll make you tell me what you were told me you were gonna tell me but won't because your a girl. Anyways, I probably lost all common sense and orientation at around 1:00 or so. I don't really remember much of it as I was really crunked. It's probably best if you read Emo's blog, his account of the event is much more accurate than mine. Apparently I puked on the dancefloor. Sweet, first time for everything haha. As I said to Chris, it was a good thing I didn't have a girlfriend, because she'd just call me a retard and kick me in the nuts.
I don't have much recollection of going back to Les' house. I just remember lying in his washroom for a nice long time, probably lying in some sort of liquid (probably the result of me dry heaving). I also remember hugging the toilet like it was my best friend and telling myself I was probably going to die soon and that the dizziness would stop when I did. Other than that, thats all I remember. I don't even remember crashing on a bed. Wait maybe I remember Les' saying something about the buckwheat pillow I slept on.
Getting that drunk means that waking up this morning was a bitch. Worst of all I still had my right contact in my eye, which didn't feel too good. I was pretty disoriented when I woke up and had lost half my belongings in Les' house, which I found. I had a wierd dream about finding vintage Oilers jerseys, but waking up made that dream worse.
I sat around Les' house, got some fluids and watched a bit of some chinese drama before heading out to help my dad move some furniture in prepartions for renovations. I also helped him move, by car, his bags of grass to a garbage bin, located at my aunts work. Why move it that far? I don't know. Let me tell you, hard labor does not make for a good feeling when experiencing a hang over. Tylenol helps, but doesn't block the shit feeling I get from a night of insane alcohol consumption.
I was treated to Pagolac, on the southside, which i wolfed down surprisingly well. It was to southgate afterward to hem my new jeans. I stayed at home and had a little cat nap which helped a bit. I think I'm still feeling the effects of the alcohol though. My alcohol breakdown enzymes don't work fast enough :( .
So the rest of the day, I've been working on my laptop, upgrading Norton, which took me 3 hours because the fucking program is flawed. Requiring lots of investigative work, shitloads of waiting for the program to uninstall, reinstall and update. On a better note, the networking between my laptop and computer started working today, miraculously. The Network Set-up Wizard says you need the Win XP CD, but apparently you just need it in your possesion and you don't need it in your computers (sarcasm). Fuck, I hate computers sometimes.
1 comment:
puked by the dancefloor.
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