ok here is an awesome story i think i might have blogged it years ago when it happened but i don’t know – if you find it you win a cheesy e-card sent from me. ok.
sandra and i went to lava lounge years ago i think this was before i had short hair and went to england which means i was probably 17? anyway back then i was way into faking english accents when i went out boozing and so sandra and i made our way to lava lounge and got in, that place was always pretty lax on carding, and we had a couple hours to drink as much as possible until ward would pick us up and drive us back to mississauga so we drank pina coladas and vodka tonics beers whiskey sours serious shit all while pretending to be british and we managed to find the ONLY british dudes in the place to chat us up and buy us jager shots FUN i love back-peddling my way out of potentially mega embarrassing situations whilst drizzunk!
anyway howling hour came so we toodle-oo’d our new friends who were none the wiser or really even gave a shit that two drunkards were faking accents at lava lounge so we’re driving home i’m in the front and i get the major spins and i ask ward to pull over on the highway i get out and climb the side of the highway hills to puke in privacy. it’s pitch dark and i am leaning over with my hands on my knees and i can’t puke i think ok cool false alarm so i go back to the car and get in and two minutes later make him pull over again cos the upping wants a chucking but this time around there isn’t a chance to go on a side of the highway adventure for a nice scary place to puke i have to do it right there in front of traffic with one hand steadying me against his car and i got a ton of puke on my shoes too.
anyway we get back to sandra’s and i crash there but not before puking a ton more in her bathroom first and her mom asked her the next day if i puked there and sandra played dumb.
the moral of the story is pina coladas = VOMITSAUROUS REX when also combined with the entire universe of booze in two hours the end.