Party Hard
This past weekend was our annual hot tub party, known this year as HT2K6. I feel ill. I rarely drink anymore and reserve it for occaisions like this. It is held at my friend CB's house, which looks like something out of The Flintstone's. Thursday was a mellow evening with little going on. And then Friday came...
SY and I went to "The Taming of the Shrew" put on by Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan and had a great time. I arrived a little later than planned as MM started working in tne McNally restaurant this week and I had to wait for her to get done. When I got there, everything was in full swing. People were trashed, girls were trying to beat each other up for barely no reason and fire was everywhere.
An stoner/friend named JM was on the search for papers to roll a joint. Good friend, and my Best Man in 2008, DT had a suggestion on what he would like to see happen in this situation. I drove to Sev, picked up some rolling papers and brought them back. This is how it literally went down...
IG: J, how much do you love me?
JM: You're a bud.
IG pulls the papers out of his pocket.
IG: How about now?
JM hugs IG.
JM: I love you!
IG: But there is one small problem with these papers.
JM: What?
IG tosses papers in the hot tub.
IG: They're soaking wet.
JM cries like a little girl for several minutes until IG gives him a second, dry pack of papers.
It's not that I'm cruel; I just like tormenting JM. Ah, so much fun for $2.30...
Anyway, so that was Friday. Saturday saw DT and I building a 5 foot wide turtle out of wood and paper mache, then filling it with fireworks. I'm not kidding. After several hours of construction, DT and I pick up some food then go back to my place to feed MM. All are happy and we prepare for the party. We stop by the liquor store to pick up some...supplies and continue to London Drugs for further supplies. MM brought her drink, hidden in a coffee mug, into the store. This is why I love her. I needed mix for my rum and went with the obvious choice of Coke and Red Bull.
Now at the party, we need a couple of things for the burning turtle; something to put it on. MM helped me "borrow" some "equipment" the city left out on the street to this end. Again, this is why I love her. As such, I went into drinking mode. The ratio went like this; Ten ounces of Rum to ten ounces of Red Bull to 20 ounces of Coke in a mini-pitcher. Messed the f*ck up is the best way to put how I was feeling.
The cops showed up just after 11:00 pm. It turned out that leaving the garage door open caused it to act like an amplifier and created a much bigger sound than we were intending; the complaint came from three blocks away.
Then it was time for the burning turtle. Fire, fire everywhere. We set it up and set it off. Fireworks, flames and smoke everytwhere...so good! Afterwards, MM and I made our way home. After three hours of sleep, SY woke me up to help him move. He picked me up at 9:00 am. I sobered up by about 11:30 am.
Yeah, good times. I won't be combining Red Bull and Rum for at least a week. The hang over is still killing me today...
SY and I went to "The Taming of the Shrew" put on by Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan and had a great time. I arrived a little later than planned as MM started working in tne McNally restaurant this week and I had to wait for her to get done. When I got there, everything was in full swing. People were trashed, girls were trying to beat each other up for barely no reason and fire was everywhere.
An stoner/friend named JM was on the search for papers to roll a joint. Good friend, and my Best Man in 2008, DT had a suggestion on what he would like to see happen in this situation. I drove to Sev, picked up some rolling papers and brought them back. This is how it literally went down...
IG: J, how much do you love me?
JM: You're a bud.
IG pulls the papers out of his pocket.
IG: How about now?
JM hugs IG.
JM: I love you!
IG: But there is one small problem with these papers.
JM: What?
IG tosses papers in the hot tub.
IG: They're soaking wet.
JM cries like a little girl for several minutes until IG gives him a second, dry pack of papers.
It's not that I'm cruel; I just like tormenting JM. Ah, so much fun for $2.30...
Anyway, so that was Friday. Saturday saw DT and I building a 5 foot wide turtle out of wood and paper mache, then filling it with fireworks. I'm not kidding. After several hours of construction, DT and I pick up some food then go back to my place to feed MM. All are happy and we prepare for the party. We stop by the liquor store to pick up some...supplies and continue to London Drugs for further supplies. MM brought her drink, hidden in a coffee mug, into the store. This is why I love her. I needed mix for my rum and went with the obvious choice of Coke and Red Bull.
Now at the party, we need a couple of things for the burning turtle; something to put it on. MM helped me "borrow" some "equipment" the city left out on the street to this end. Again, this is why I love her. As such, I went into drinking mode. The ratio went like this; Ten ounces of Rum to ten ounces of Red Bull to 20 ounces of Coke in a mini-pitcher. Messed the f*ck up is the best way to put how I was feeling.
The cops showed up just after 11:00 pm. It turned out that leaving the garage door open caused it to act like an amplifier and created a much bigger sound than we were intending; the complaint came from three blocks away.
Then it was time for the burning turtle. Fire, fire everywhere. We set it up and set it off. Fireworks, flames and smoke everytwhere...so good! Afterwards, MM and I made our way home. After three hours of sleep, SY woke me up to help him move. He picked me up at 9:00 am. I sobered up by about 11:30 am.
Yeah, good times. I won't be combining Red Bull and Rum for at least a week. The hang over is still killing me today...