Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

Every year, at the end of the beach vball season, we always talk about having a windup party since it's usually another 8 months before most of us see each other again. Of course, our windups never happen. Just like that random high school friend you happen to run into on the street and say 'let's get together one day', knowing full well, you never will.

This year however, Bailey decided to change the pattern. After weeks of trying to find a date that worked for past & present team members, we finally made it out a couple of weekends ago for a much needed night of debauchery. I arrived to said event only to find a whopping 5 people from our team show up, one of them didn't even play all year due to shoulder surgery and the other was my sister who only occasionally subbed for us. Oh well, what was one to expect when you have a team of delinquent boys. Aside from possibly holding casting calls and putting the male team members through rigorous interviews to ensure they are capable of committing to one day a week for the summer season.

As the night proceeded, the pint glass was never empty. We watched the Canucks game and shortly after it was done, we were joined by fellow GIB cohorts who had taken clients to the hockey game. That's when the trouble began. Now, having GIB reps on your summer vball team comes in handy in many ways. They will usually provide the beer for the entire season and they are always good for a big bender. This night was no except.

We decided to continue the evening at Lamplighter, a pub/bar/whatever I am growing to quite like. That's also roughly when the loss of memory began, although not before running into the cute boy that used to live down the hall, who moved out this summer, and for the entire time we were neighbours, I never knew his name. (His name is Spencer for anyone who cares, but I prefer nick names for my crushes so he will forever be known as 'the cute boy from down the hall')

The debauchery began, involving beer, tequila, vodka, a poorly played game of foosball by Dean and I who were clearly lacking our usual cat-like reflexes and ended with a Roxy appearance for some, and a very dodgy cab ride involving the spins for me. Clearly I need to do some training for the next time I go out with the GIB boys. The last time I had the spins in the cab ride home, I am pretty sure I had drunk my weight in beer but apparently I can't keep up anymore.