My weekend was so filled with awesome that I can't even comprehend the fact that people plan on trying to top it. It is going to take a lot because by the end of the night, $100 worth of Grey Goose and a limo to the hop later, I was content in my ability to mentally handle anything that Windows 2000 thought it would throw at me when I went back to work. Let me take you back to the beginning of the weekend and the start of the awesomeness, which unlike regular weekends started on a Thursday night instead of a Friday night.
Phil had scheduled me for what I was afraid would become The Dinner of Doom and leave a huge crater on Church after we had both exploded. I actually went downtown unsure of what to expect, because in our history of friendship we've had weekends where Friday we hated each other, Saturday we we're best friends in the world and Sunday we hated each other again. Well, I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed the whole evening with all its 'flirting with hot Asian chick' and 'random humping of Phil's friend/Amazing BSB fan'. Adam showed up afterwards and the night was all around good times. Even thought I vetoed plans for the bar that I HAD MADE when I realized that I needed to get my ass home lest I die overexerting myself as I try to crawl into bed at the end of the night.
Friday was a joyous day, what with the crazy weekend to come and the newly reestablished friendship between Phil and me, which was well over due. I mean, how many people out there are capable of understanding the awesomeness that is Lower Bay, never mind be secure enough in his hotness to ride the subway just because he can. That, ladies and gentlemen, is a friendship worth fighting or. So we went downtown to meet Phil and celebrated the beginning of Rob's birthday weekend. That meant Woody's because we are oh so predictable. Unfortunately I was driving and that gave Adam the excuse (rightfully) to cut me off. It meant much wandering around Toronto trying to fix problems that are none of my business and leaving me frustrated to no end because I was trying very hard to respect those boundaries even though I can't stand when people are upset and I'm not doing anything to help. Really though, the world should just bend over and accept my will. However after being mean to some people at U of T outside Chestnut I cheered up and we survived the rest of the night. Adam is totally a bad text message influence and it's going to come back and bite me in the ass one day. I went home, and slept, and it was good.
When I woke up it was Saturday. Not just any Saturday though. As I was quickly reminded by the one who held on to the pound puppy all night as if his life depended on it, it was Robert's birthday. It was also well into the afternoon meaning I had let sleep get the better of me and wasted precious birthday time. For shame Mike! For Shame! I was quick to make up for it. You know, in the 'showered and drinking by 6:00pm' sense. That wasn't before I made the appropriate appearances first. I showered, and we ran to the mall to buy accessories; I needed a belt and one of the 'SPEAK' dog tags from Aldo because what says hotter than supported a Youth AIDS charity? Then it was off to Waterdown just so we could make up for it in the 'showered and drinking by 6:00pm' sense. Adam and I were well on our way to drunk by the time the first of what would be MANY HOT BITCHES arrived. Sweet Jay-Z, Robert's friends are HOT. It was just one after the other all night.
By the time we were able to leave, the limo was packed with four hot boys and ten REALLY HOT girls. Everyone else was jealous, and rightfully so. I spent most of the night escorting the girls around excursions on Toronto, but it was totally worth it. We got looks and comments left, right and center. Never mind the fact that the hop was awesome on its own. I got lost from the group trying to find a bathroom after we left the limo two blocks over (one way streets suck), and when I finally found the club I ran right smack into Brian and Mike. Only Phil and Adam can fully appreciate the pure amusement that causes for me, but I do have to say that they need to start carrying mints around again. However Brian and Mike took care of my drunken ass, so it was all good.
I'd comment on the music, but the great thing is that I totally can't. I was too drunk to remember. I know that Samson performed a Hilary duff song, and that the girls didn't believe me when I told them that the coke-head doing N'Sync was a drag king. I know that I have a large number of comments about how I dance really well, and how everyone is jealous. I know I was definitely a slut with Adam and Phil, and Roger, and Brian and Mike all on separate occasions. I know I didn't even dance with Rob, but it's all good. But I totally can't comment on the music because I just don't remember. And that alone is the perfect sign for me that it was a good weekend, and I need to party more.
I hope that new logo's a joke.
I hope that was a joke.