Sanity Level - Golden
Oh man. Well now that my head has stopped trying to jump off and roll away... I can try to come together with a recap of last night. It ended with me finding five dollars. I'd like to preface this journey into my memory with a quote from Homer (Simpson that is), "Well of course, everything looks bad if you remember it!"
After meeting with some girls from Vancouver for 'drinks' (from which I abstained), I went for a walk because it was still too early to meet everyone at the bar. The girls reminded me of why I need to get some new friends at home, not in a bad way, but just in the 'wow, you guys aren't like me at all' way. So I went to Pharmaprix and bought a Creme Egg (mmmm, easter), and ate it in the park. At this point I had twenty dollars. This is important in terms of doing the 'beer tally', because when you're drinking pitchers its way harder to determine.
The conversation pre-pong was slightly awkward, but started to chug along nicely when Christa and I discovered a shared love for Futurama. "I'm going to a movie with friends!" and "Whoah! My hands are like... huge! And they can touch everything but themselves!" We went through three pitchers among five of us. Played some fooseball, which I really suck at, before noticing that boys bearing ping pong balls had arrived. I scored some balls. In the non-sexual sense.
Apparently I am a beer-pong idiot-savant... or at least drunk-savant. We killed the first game and only lost the second by one cup. This is where things start to get a little fuzzy. At a pitcher per side per game, things got a little fuzzy pretty quickly after the game. I recall some really inappropriate conversations about circumcision as it relates to sex, one which my 'new best friend' (as he referred to me after our beer pong victory) was very emphatic about. My favourite part of the conversation? His 'worst pick-up line ever' story. Graphic language warning, but he's right, it is the worst. "I'll let you suck my cock, and then I'll fuck you in the ass." Yeah, right. Who would go for that?! Oh, Oh, Noooooo (picture me doing the thumbs-up, thumbs-down thing).
I wandered off to chat to familiar faces, and delivered our pong accoutrements to some friends looking to start a game. I was loving everyone, it was time to sit down.
After everyone but me left (damn kids, living far away), I spent the next hour talking to Buddy, and telling him how I should be getting home. At about 2:30 he pointed out to me that it had been an hour and I still hadn't gone home, so I left. Its a fine line with him, we agreed to work a shift together next month, and his hug lingered a bit too long (then again, he may have thought I needed propping up), followed by an offer to walk me home, "All flirtation aside," (again, maybe he didn't think I could get there safely). He's a great guy.
Its time for me to drag my ass down to class in the blizzard. As I said to Noel this morning, "There are two kinds of hangovers, the body hangover and the head hangover." The nice thing about the latter is that you want to die, but it passes. Mine has passed, and I've got to run!
After meeting with some girls from Vancouver for 'drinks' (from which I abstained), I went for a walk because it was still too early to meet everyone at the bar. The girls reminded me of why I need to get some new friends at home, not in a bad way, but just in the 'wow, you guys aren't like me at all' way. So I went to Pharmaprix and bought a Creme Egg (mmmm, easter), and ate it in the park. At this point I had twenty dollars. This is important in terms of doing the 'beer tally', because when you're drinking pitchers its way harder to determine.
The conversation pre-pong was slightly awkward, but started to chug along nicely when Christa and I discovered a shared love for Futurama. "I'm going to a movie with friends!" and "Whoah! My hands are like... huge! And they can touch everything but themselves!" We went through three pitchers among five of us. Played some fooseball, which I really suck at, before noticing that boys bearing ping pong balls had arrived. I scored some balls. In the non-sexual sense.
Apparently I am a beer-pong idiot-savant... or at least drunk-savant. We killed the first game and only lost the second by one cup. This is where things start to get a little fuzzy. At a pitcher per side per game, things got a little fuzzy pretty quickly after the game. I recall some really inappropriate conversations about circumcision as it relates to sex, one which my 'new best friend' (as he referred to me after our beer pong victory) was very emphatic about. My favourite part of the conversation? His 'worst pick-up line ever' story. Graphic language warning, but he's right, it is the worst. "I'll let you suck my cock, and then I'll fuck you in the ass." Yeah, right. Who would go for that?! Oh, Oh, Noooooo (picture me doing the thumbs-up, thumbs-down thing).
I wandered off to chat to familiar faces, and delivered our pong accoutrements to some friends looking to start a game. I was loving everyone, it was time to sit down.
After everyone but me left (damn kids, living far away), I spent the next hour talking to Buddy, and telling him how I should be getting home. At about 2:30 he pointed out to me that it had been an hour and I still hadn't gone home, so I left. Its a fine line with him, we agreed to work a shift together next month, and his hug lingered a bit too long (then again, he may have thought I needed propping up), followed by an offer to walk me home, "All flirtation aside," (again, maybe he didn't think I could get there safely). He's a great guy.
Its time for me to drag my ass down to class in the blizzard. As I said to Noel this morning, "There are two kinds of hangovers, the body hangover and the head hangover." The nice thing about the latter is that you want to die, but it passes. Mine has passed, and I've got to run!
posted by Care @ 4:35 p.m.
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