Here is my day, culminating in drunkenness. If it's too long for you or you don't care (don't see why you would) don't read it... doesn't make much sense to bitch about it though. Whatever...
I spent all day wandering around downtown in the sun. I love the city when there's nice weather; pretty girls in summer clothes are everywhere, there's music around always, occasionally an amusing protest (today was US non-interference, what a surprise), and plenty of places to hang out and browse around. I enjoyed thoroughly. Also dropped off a couple resumes that probably won't lead to me getting a job... but oh well. I bought Network, one of my fave movies, and caught the bus home, where I watched Network. I was then informed that one of my dad's friends was having a barbecue, so rather than abandoning the prospect of dinner, I went along and talked to old people for a few hours. This was ok, they have fun stories and stuff, and it's a laid back atmosphere which is always my thing. Plus, unlimited beer... although I only had a 6 pack there and whatever was left of the Lamb's navy (complete shit, never drink it). Left at about 9pm to go to my buddy's fundraiser at the 'yote, which is short for the Wild Coyote.
God, I forgot how much I hate that place.
A little background on the 'Yote. Basically, it's a bar/club under a bridge near a construction site in a shit locale overall. They play loud, poorly mixed R&B and have a big dance floor that's always PACKED by 11pm. In fact, tonight, the whole place was loaded full of people. This all sounds sort of ok, but you cannot comprehend how much of a junkshow this place is without being there. No matter how much remodeling they do, how much faux graffiti they put on the walls and how many TVs playing some knockoff Girls Gone Wild video on repeat they stick onto random outcroppings, the 'Yote will always be a complete fucking dive. There are always tons of girls, of course, who fall into one of three categories:
1. Butt fugly and too slutty for me to want anything to do with,
2. Amazingly hot and too slutty for me to want anything to do with,
3. Girls I know personally, making it kind of awkward for me to hit on them sober and extremely awkward for them when I inevitably hit on them drunk.
Usually the majority of girls in any category already have guys they're hooked up with anyway. Suffice it to say, I got not much in the touch department. At the 'Yote, however, this is a good thing. It means I wake up tomorrow with neither Gonorrhea nor Herpes nor exotic parasites (etc, you get the idea). At any rate, I did hang around, chatted with a few of said girls and some buddies I haven't seen for a while, of which there were a disturbing number... in fact, that was another issue. The whole thing was far too similar to a drunken high school reunion for my tastes. Having the 8 hottest girls from my senior class show up together, looking better than ever, is somewhat intimidating considering I was less than a casanova last time I saw them. Some of them probably fall into the STD realm I discussed earlier. But I digress... anyway, more awkwardness ensues. I try mock-dancing (moving around a lot but not really dancing) with some randoms for a while in an effort to avoid contact with people I don't really want to talk to. This seems to work but isn't really worth the 10$ cover charge this shithole makes you pay. At this point I'm wondering why I bothered coming.
Meanwhile, the specials that night were Sex on the Beach and Tequila shots: both $3.25. Guess what I picked? No lime, baby. Not a great deal, but whatever. At any rate, after 4 doubles, drinking with a bunch of people (why is it that friends always insist you share a hard drink with them? Why do I insist on it, even? we'll never know) I was getting pretty shittered... you'll recall the pre-drinking I did at the BBQ. So, my mockdancing increased. The whole thing kind of sucked. We left at 12:45, roughly, when a couple of my friends decided we couldn't take it anymore. Several of them renewed an old pact never to go to the 'Yote again.
But the night wasn't a complete loss. It was sort of fun, my friend who was fundraising (thus the reason I went to begin with) made some money, and... well, you'll notice this is typed somewhat coherently. There's a reason. Because I'm still pissed off my head here. This is the reason: http://molsonkick.ca/product.php?LANG=en
I've found a new summer beer to accompany my recently-adopted summer drink (White Russian a la Dude)! I tasted this in a can before and it was shit, but that aluminum bottle somehow improves it immensely (or, you know, might have been all the tequila), and I'm (or was) wide awake after only 5 of them. It's actually starting to wear off now, so I think I'm done. If you read all this, get off the internet and get a fucking life... at least I have the drunk/hyper excuse here.