I might have spoken too soon ...

I am sitting in front of my screen at 6pm on Saturday wondering how it is that I find myself to be this hung over. What happened you ask? Awesome happened …

A few weeks ago Awesome invited GB and I to a party that he was throwing for himself to celebrate a promotion. When the invite arrived (via Facebook - the greatest/worst thing ever) GB and I both responded that we might attend. On Monday while having drinks with Awesome he asked if I was coming to his party with big puppy dog eyes and told me of the crazy drunk fun that would ensue … how could we say no.

We arrived at the first bar and the gang was getting mobile to head to a karaoke bar. GB didn’t think much of this idea and wanted to stay at the first bar and join the gang later. I knew if we didn’t leave with the crowd we wouldn’t join them again so I convinced GB to come along. Along the way he repeatedly threatened to ditch me on the road with awesome. I managed to convince him to stay the course and walk in the rain and with the drunks he didn’t know with the promise of free beer. Because if there is one thing I have learned, drinking with Awesome is always an adventure. Don’t believe check this out, and this and oh yeah this one.

We finally arrived at the bar and sat down with the group which included Awesome’s best friend and his best work buddy (see stories above for reference). As soon as we sat down we noticed a large globe on the table that looked like an aluminum soccer ball with a tap on it. Then the glasses arrived. We were looking at five litres of draft served in a soccer ball. “Drink up” said Awesome’s best friend. And so it went, we would fill our glasses as often as we liked and people would continue to bring soccer balls to the table. After a while I thought it was time that I contributed to the fund so a bought a globe of beer. How much you ask? $35.00 for five litres of Stella Artois. It was magical.

Then the singing started. Our table was up no less than twenty times. Neil Diamond, Billy Joel, Queen, Nirvana, The Beatles … you name it we sang it. It wasn’t magical like the cheap draft but it was something very special shared between 15 drunk people.

As the evening wore on it was becoming clear to me that if I was interested, Awesome could be mine for the evening. So I flirted with his best friend and best work buddy, because, well, why not! At the end of the evening – around 12:30 because I had to be at work this morning – I invited Awesome to come back to my home with GB and I. He looked at me skeptically and I let him know that I was fully aware of how drunk and incapably he currently was and I was inviting him over to sleep as we live much closer to the karaoke bar. He agreed with the logic and the three of us left our little piece of beer drinking and singing paradise.

We all pretty much pasted out right after walking through the door. My alarm went at around 7:00 this morning – that’s right, I went drinking when I knew I had to be up and ready to go out the door around 8:30 – and well … I broke my new year’s resolution.

Oh well.

I got up, got ready, had some vitamins and coffee then politely let Awesome know that my boss was coming to pick me up in about 20 minutes and I would really prefer it he wasn’t leaving as my boss was arriving. He concurred and headed off into the city in search of a Poweraid drink and his sobriety.

One more cup of coffee and some coverup and I was off to work with the boss and managed to hold it together for a 5 hour meeting on a Saturday morning, coffee in one hand and water in the other. After the meeting I asked another co-worker if he could tell that I was a little tired/a bit hungover and he said no I hid it well and really the rest of the staff was at a work event the night before so no one was 100%. Thanks mom and dad for the fabulous (or dangerous) genes that allow me to function after soccer balls of beer.

This experience has left me to wonder what is next. First their were fishbowls of vodka, then soccer balls of beer… can I look forward to … oh I am too hung to think of something witty … you fill in the blank and enjoy the rest of your weekend!

The Single Girl