Holy Crap: A Drunk Night In London

So Saturday was Dan Murphy’s birthday. What a night…..

Started out with a delicious dinner at Pho Ben Thanh (I think that’s how it’s spelled). I got the Mango Chicken with some Singha beer, because they were all out of Tiger beer. Tyler realized, after closely inspecting the label that it was going bad the next day, so I made sure to drink it fast to beat the deadline. Everyone was pretty pleased with their meals, Dan got a 4 or 5 course meal, Horto was unoriginal and just got what Ben got and Jacques got a monster of a meal that could feed a family. He split it with Ross and they couldn’t finish the whole thing. I was fairly dissappointed by the number of people that gave up on the chopsticks and switched to forks, especially Melissa. I would think of all people she’d have some experience with them.

So after dinner we headed up to London with Ben behind the wheel. Apparantly he went to Gladis’ Grandma Driver’s Training, because he seemed to set the cruise control at exactly the speed limit the whole way there….except when he decided to speed up, and somehow shifted 3 or 4 gears to accelerate about 10km/h. It was fun to watch, but he soon slowed back down to the legal rate.

Finally made it to Stajcer’s apartment where we began to drink and were immediately yelled at if we went near his computer to change the song. Apparantly we don’t know how to hold on to our cups and would eventually spill all over his precious mac. (I thought those things were waterproof, no, well maybe they should work on that)

We headed out to the bars, and this is where my memory gets kind of hazy/missing. Started out at Barney’s, the only bar in town that wasn’t showing the UFC fights. It was a patio, so at least we had a breeze. A few drinks down and we headed over to Jacks, with myself wishing every passer by a “Happy Summer”. While in line we saw some of the Woodland women inside. Daniel, Denise, Kristen… I think.

Tequila shot

See Parks, Moffatt and Spurgeon there. Dance with anyone that will shake their ass against me.

Tequila shot

Ask anybody listening if they saw the UFC. Complain loudly that nobody did.

Tequila shot

Where is everybody? Oh well, I guess I’ll walk home. Stopped off at Tasters to get some fries for the walk. I was nice to any group of people I saw so I didn’t have to walk on my own. Climbed/fell over a couple of fences and made my way into what I thought was Stajcer’s apartment building. When I couldn’t find his place, I called his cell which is apparantly a very easy way to upset him. Between his yelling, and my attempts to speak coherently he realized I wasn’t in his building, despite my protests that I was.

Next thing I really remember is walking into the apartment, rolling out my sleeping bag and passing out.

Unfortunately I didn’t have a pillow so the next morning, on top of the regular hang over tortures, I also had a painfully stiff neck.

Lots of drinks, lots of walking and no puking. I gotta say, it was an okay night. I just wish people remembered to tell the tall guy, up on stage, in the bright blue shirt that they were going home. Oh well.