get bent
after 3 or 4 beers on monday night, embarking on a seven-day bender seemed like a really good idea.
i was at the athlete show with a director friend of mine, and we ran into a couple of production good-time girls (one of whom, my partner-in-crime-to-be, tends to be present often for my semi-regular intoxicated undoing). following a bit of discussion and a few more heineken, our challenging drinking schedule had been outlined: seven nights of booze and debauchery...
it was an ambitious schedule, to be sure, so we crept into day 2 with some caution (and a bit of a hangover). both of us would be required to maintain some normalcy during the workweek, and by the time we had defined the duration of the upcoming drinking spree, it was far too late to reign in day 1. so, on tuesday we hit clinton's for what would be the first of two going-away parties during our weeklong social schedule. we watched the 'band' (though the term could be debated by the noise that was produced) for a bit, then retired to the patio with the rest of the 'bon voyage' crowd. a few pints consumed and we opted to cut out early, thus conserving the precious bingeing energy that would be needed for the remainder of the week.
wednesday (day3) was tough. the nightly outings had begun to take their toll on my body & i was pretty beat (bear in mind, if you will, that the night the seven-day bender was established, i was already technically on my third consecutive evening of boozing). i got home after work and promptly went to bed, utterly convinced that if my drinking-buddy bailed, i would be ecstatic --but i would certainly not be the one to end the challenge... after a few traded texts, we met at the silver dollar at 10:30 for an evening of bluegrass, and to my surprise, i actually felt pretty good when i got there... we split around 11:30 & as we walked to john's pizza for a slice, we realized this whole 'bender' thing is kindof a misnomer since we have yet to get totally bent. still, a beer & a shot of tequila, coupled with the down-home, good-vibe bluegrass, made for at least a nice buzz...
thursday turned out to be a lot bigger than i anticipated, especially since i'd been roped into producing/pming a pickup shot for work the next morning. we battled the downpour and the "fuck-it-it's-raining-i'm-staying-home" attitude and went for dinner and a pint at bar#1. then we had 2 shots of tequila at bar#2. Next, we played pool & had a pint at bar#3. ended up at bar#4 with a bunch of guys from work, where drinking came easy and leaving was a bit of a challenge. still, i managed to make it home by my self-imposed 1am curfew.
friday morning was brutal: nobody likes to get up at 6. but it was day 5, and i could see the light at the end of the proverbial bender tunnel. and the festivities for the evening would take place at the cadillac lounge –undeniably close to home. all I had to do was get through work: a single pickup shot and some paperpushing. i figured I’d make it home by 5 with plenty of time for a nap… except the day didn’t quite turn out as planned (it never does) and I just managed to squeeze in a quick shower before I had to meet the girls on queen street for another going-away party. By the end of dinner an hour later, i’d consumed two pints and two tequila shots… sigh… and had a couple more beers and another shot (which was jumbo-sized & almost didn’t stay down) over the rest of the night. evening topped off with a trip to Social for what was apparently 80’s night and rocked out hard to Bon Jovi…
saturday morning was amazing. i slept in till 11, which (thanks to advil and a gatorade around 9) was pretty much hangover-free. had some breakfast and a cuppa & watched ManU lose to blackburn. ate some really dodgy fast food and rented six feet under (season 3, discs 2 & 3) which I watched 3 episodes of. the rest will be watched sunday after day 6 of the first annual september bender is behind me… and this brings us to present. i’m furiously typing this LEGEND of a tale so I can post it, before heading out to the pieman’s birthday bash at fion macCool’s. the summary of the final two nights to be posted at a later and more sober date.
iI feel like the Morgan Spurlock of the drinking world…
wish me luck…
i was at the athlete show with a director friend of mine, and we ran into a couple of production good-time girls (one of whom, my partner-in-crime-to-be, tends to be present often for my semi-regular intoxicated undoing). following a bit of discussion and a few more heineken, our challenging drinking schedule had been outlined: seven nights of booze and debauchery...
it was an ambitious schedule, to be sure, so we crept into day 2 with some caution (and a bit of a hangover). both of us would be required to maintain some normalcy during the workweek, and by the time we had defined the duration of the upcoming drinking spree, it was far too late to reign in day 1. so, on tuesday we hit clinton's for what would be the first of two going-away parties during our weeklong social schedule. we watched the 'band' (though the term could be debated by the noise that was produced) for a bit, then retired to the patio with the rest of the 'bon voyage' crowd. a few pints consumed and we opted to cut out early, thus conserving the precious bingeing energy that would be needed for the remainder of the week.
wednesday (day3) was tough. the nightly outings had begun to take their toll on my body & i was pretty beat (bear in mind, if you will, that the night the seven-day bender was established, i was already technically on my third consecutive evening of boozing). i got home after work and promptly went to bed, utterly convinced that if my drinking-buddy bailed, i would be ecstatic --but i would certainly not be the one to end the challenge... after a few traded texts, we met at the silver dollar at 10:30 for an evening of bluegrass, and to my surprise, i actually felt pretty good when i got there... we split around 11:30 & as we walked to john's pizza for a slice, we realized this whole 'bender' thing is kindof a misnomer since we have yet to get totally bent. still, a beer & a shot of tequila, coupled with the down-home, good-vibe bluegrass, made for at least a nice buzz...
thursday turned out to be a lot bigger than i anticipated, especially since i'd been roped into producing/pming a pickup shot for work the next morning. we battled the downpour and the "fuck-it-it's-raining-i'm-staying-home" attitude and went for dinner and a pint at bar#1. then we had 2 shots of tequila at bar#2. Next, we played pool & had a pint at bar#3. ended up at bar#4 with a bunch of guys from work, where drinking came easy and leaving was a bit of a challenge. still, i managed to make it home by my self-imposed 1am curfew.
friday morning was brutal: nobody likes to get up at 6. but it was day 5, and i could see the light at the end of the proverbial bender tunnel. and the festivities for the evening would take place at the cadillac lounge –undeniably close to home. all I had to do was get through work: a single pickup shot and some paperpushing. i figured I’d make it home by 5 with plenty of time for a nap… except the day didn’t quite turn out as planned (it never does) and I just managed to squeeze in a quick shower before I had to meet the girls on queen street for another going-away party. By the end of dinner an hour later, i’d consumed two pints and two tequila shots… sigh… and had a couple more beers and another shot (which was jumbo-sized & almost didn’t stay down) over the rest of the night. evening topped off with a trip to Social for what was apparently 80’s night and rocked out hard to Bon Jovi…
saturday morning was amazing. i slept in till 11, which (thanks to advil and a gatorade around 9) was pretty much hangover-free. had some breakfast and a cuppa & watched ManU lose to blackburn. ate some really dodgy fast food and rented six feet under (season 3, discs 2 & 3) which I watched 3 episodes of. the rest will be watched sunday after day 6 of the first annual september bender is behind me… and this brings us to present. i’m furiously typing this LEGEND of a tale so I can post it, before heading out to the pieman’s birthday bash at fion macCool’s. the summary of the final two nights to be posted at a later and more sober date.
iI feel like the Morgan Spurlock of the drinking world…
wish me luck…
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