I'm still around!

I seem to have lost my blogging mojo. I can't seem to find motivation to write down any of my wacky adventures (and believe me, they are occurring, but are fewer and further in number). I shall make an attempt to write more often, even if it's just little funny stories like the one below.

So for those of you who don't know, I've given up my monk-like way of living and have discovered the joys of the bottle. Er, bottle of alcohol that is.

When I first turned 19 years old in my first year of university I went and bought a crap load of alcohol (I had like 7 bottles). Unfortunately my friends and I weren't big drinkers and the bottles just got carted around from apartment to apartment, eventually ending up at my home in Owen Sound collecting dust.

At the beginning of this term, my friends Victoria, Shruthi, and I decided to go to Caesar Martini's on a Thursday night for some reason. We had so much fun we decided to go again the next week, and the next, and so on. It has become a weekly ritual to go out, even when both of the other girls have to be up and at work the next day.

Caesar's isn't the cheapest place to go either, so we make a point of pre-drinking at my apartment (since the bar is practically beside my house)... And we make sure that we get our alcohol's worth of entertainment out of the evening. We managed to finish off all my old alcohol, and have *gasp* actually had to buy some new bottles!

Case in point: About 3 weeks ago Victoria brought over a 26er of Mango Vodka. Between the three of us, we finished it off. (I wasn't aware of this fact until AFTER we got home from the bar.) We had drank about half the bottle before going to The Flying Dog (that has become another custom, first we drink, then we go to the Flying Dog for some fun dancing and wait for the line at Caesar's to shorten a bit). When we arrived back at Caesar Martini's, Victoria decided she wanted more to drink, so she went back to my place, filled up a water bottle with the last of her mango vodka and brought it back for us to drink in line.

Do you know how revolting it is to drink warm mango vodka straight??? Neither do I. I was too inebriated to realize how vile it must have been. LOL We didn't finish off the water bottle - we ended up leaving it outside the bar because we finally reached the front of the line. I'm still not sure how it happened, but later that night while I was on the dance floor with my gal pals, I managed to fall backwards on top of Shruthi.

Need I say more? That's a far cry from how I used to be in my last four years here... Don't get me wrong, I know I don't need to drink to have fun. As a matter of fact, I'm attempting to cut back a bit... (Last week I only had half a glass of some orange vodka beverage - yay me!)

I guess I'll leave off here. I just felt like typing something lighthearted and a bit fun... And I felt like procrastinating. :) I'm going to go read a book on Taiwanese history now. Cheerio!

The Bomber That Wasn't

So Wednesday was Bomber's last pub night. To make the evening more fun, the pub decided it would be a no-clothes event... Patrons were encouraged to make innovative costumes. I had managed to talk Victoria into wearing togas, but due to the sudden change in weather which brought snow and ice I wimped out.

Victoria picked me up but before we could go to her house to get ready, we had to stop off at a church so she could go to confession. I had already gotten dressed to go to the bar - so there I am standing in a church in my low-cut top and bitch heels. LOL, luckily I had my long jacket on so I could feel a bit more presentable in the house of the lord. :)

Anyways, we got ready for the bar, picked up Sher, and ran to the SLC. We got there just a bit after 9pm, but the lineup was insanely long! We waited in line and had a blast for an hour and a half just goofing around. (Check out the pictures!) Only about 10% of the people were dressed up - this group was one of the more innovative ones. We kept trying to trick people into leaving the line by loudly exclaiming, "What?! It's a 2 hour wait?!" (Actually, some girls near us nearly did believe us, except they had heard us planning this ploy outloud and laughed at us instead.)

Around 11pm we finally got tired of waiting and decided to leave and grab a bite and some drinks elsewhere. We tried going to the Flying Dog, but it was closed. So we ended up going to Symposium. Sher and I paid for Victoria since she was being our chauffeur. We had such a great time just goofing around and striking stupid poses.

Party hardy for a sibling

So last week was my middle sister's birthday. We had made plans to get together for dinner on Thursday, but after a mis-communication (or should I say lack of communication - something went funky between our cell phones and we couldn't get through to each other) we ended up postponing the dinner to Friday. I'm happy to report though that dinner was great - lots of fun.

Since several of Mel's friends also had parties around the same time, they decided to have a party at her place and then go out for a pub crawl. Apparently there's a clause in our sisterly contract that demands that the little sister be present for such events. I had only met two of the people before, so it was a bit awkward.

I ended up going to Mel's on Saturday evening and was there for the party. It's a bit odd seeing my sister get all liquored up with her friends. I don't really drink with her that often, and when I do it's usually with the rest of our family. So when I watch my sister get drunk and start directing porn pictures with her friends, you can understand how I could be weirded out.

Around 11 we ended up going out to the Heuther pub in Waterloo. It was a lot of fun - we all ordered food and alcohol. The best part of the evening though was that they messed up our bill and totally undercharged us. Rock on! For a group of 18 people, our bill only came to $115. I totally dug that.