So...much...alcohol...
Woohoo! What a weekend! It was actually a sort of extended-but-interrupted weekend with us getting Canada Day off on Thursday, then having to work Friday, and then having the weekend. It was a good one though, even work was fun!Canada Day itself was probably the most low-key I was all weekend. I slept late, and saw my parents off to their romantic getaway to a B&B in Kingston to celebrate their anniversary which was on June 30. My plans weren't set to take place until the evening so I vegged out for a while, just enjoying the quiet solitude of a parentless house, until I decided that I could lay on my ass no more and it was time to go for a walk. Well, in the time it took me to shower and get changed (about 30 minutes) the sunny, cloudless skies had turned to a dull grey. I was just about to head out anyway, armed with an umbrella incase a light shower came along, when a very nasty thunderstorm broke out. I got a little freaked when the flashes of light and the subsequent B-O-O-Ms got really close together, so I shut off all the appliances and watched the storm from the safety of my livingroom. Not too long after it passed, Lauren, Shannon, Greg, Andrew, Nenad, Kevin, Lawrence and later Steve showed up, armed with 2-4s of beer (3 to be exact) and the like and proceeded to tuck into them while watching Star Trek movies and trying to explain to myself and Lauren (the only non-trekkies there) exactly what the hell was going on. Having had a brother and a father who were both huge fans of Star Trek:The Next Generation, I knew a few things, and was actually impressed about how much had stuck in my mind seeing as I only caught bits and pieces of the show throughout my childhood.
Anyway, we ordered pizza, and then more pizza, and when the guys (minus Greg and Lawrence who were both driving) were sufficiantly intoxicated, they headed downtown to meet Richard and check out the fireworks. The rest of us, who had taken part in the human sandwich that is Parliament Hill after the fireworks for the last four years, decided not to partake and instead went to do something rather un-Canadian: we drove down to the movie theatre and saw Spider-man 2. And as unbelievably un-patriotic as that was, it did turn out to be a really good movie! After that Lauren and I took a drive out to K-town to drop Shannon off, and then headed home with hopes of getting a decent night's sleep before work the next day.
Friday wound up being surprisingly busy at the office, especially since I was one of about 6 people on the entire floor. Most people took the Friday off as part of the long weekend, but we students only get paid for a stat holiday if we work the day before and after, so there I was busily typing away at my computer first thing Friday morning. My boss let me off an hour early after I mentioned something about the building being so empty I could shout obsenities up and down the halls of the Assistant Deputy Minister's office and most likely not get fired. It was a subtle but effective approach, I think:D.
The REAL partying began after work. Seeing as my house was still empty (my parents weren't due home until Sunday) and we didn't get to party on Canada-Day because we all had to work the next day, I invited everyone back over to my place to drink their PANTS off. Everyone from Canada-Day was back (plus Richard and minus Kevin and Steve who both had birthday parties to attend). The guys brought another 2-4 over to replace the one they'd drank the day before (the other 2 they'd left at my place), and Lauren, Shannon and I made a pitstop at the LCBO down my street to get some girly drinks so that we could take a break from all the beer. Lawrence is a hard-liquor man, so he came armed with a bottle of Bacardi Limon and a shot glass. Yup...that's Lawrence all right. We started getting into it around 8, and drank the night away until almost 3:30AM. Most of it was spent either on the couch watching The Rock (the Sean Connery movie, not the wrestler), on my patio smoking cigars, or in my hottub getting insanely hammered. The guys were absolutely hilarious, and between Lawrence's antics and non-sensical ramblings, Nenad trying to swim on my hardwood floor, and Greg electing to take a piss in the hedges instead of the house, we were constantly in stitches.
Everyone found either a couch, a futon or a bed and crashed after the booze started to run out. Nenad waited until 3 in the morning to remember that he had to leave my house by 6:30AM to drive Richard to work and then head out to the 1000 Islands to meet up with his family. I have a feeling the two of them were still slightly intoxicated when they left, but they both made it in one piece, so I heard. The rest of us slept until about 10 and then I whipped up a batch of blueberry pancakes to soak up the remaining alcohol in our stomachs. I must say, after 5 Woody's, 2 Smirnoff Black-Ice, one oversized can of Keith's and another bottle of beer, I was fairly hungover, and after eveyone helped with the clean-up and left, I took to the couch with a large bottle of water and the extended edition of Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. I don't think I moved for the entire 4 hours with the exception of changing the disks and a trip or two to the can.
Well, 5 o'clock rolled around, and I decided it was probably time to get dressed as we were heading out to party YET AGAIN at Kevin's place for a BBQ. I'd promised him I'd come no matter how hungover I was, and I was impressed at how good a long shower and a short nap wound up being for the hang-over. Greg picked up Lauren, Lawrence and myself and we headed out to K-town to see Kevin and his buddies. He and Steve tought me and Lauren how to play snooker, which was cool, and the two of us wound up not being too bad for a first try. We left Kevin's early (around 11:30) because the four of us were falling asleep, and I hit the sac as soon as I found my way through the door. I didn't drink at Kevin's, having had my fill on Friday night, so there was no hangover to deal with this morning. I wound up having a relaxing day reading and walking in the sun before my parents got home to tell me all about their romantic weekend away.
So I guess it's back to reality tomorrow. I'm going back to half-days this week because the girl I was replacing is back from her vacation. It sucks from a $$ stand-point, but I still get to enjoy the sun, so it's cool. I'm counting the days until Lauren and I head off to the UK, but I'm trying not to wish the summer away. Warm sunshine and weekends like this last one are definitely not something I want to rush through, not matter what's on the other side!
Cheers to friends. G'night:).
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