oh d d d deeeaaarrr
it seems i have missed a looooooooot of blogging... where to start.
ok so last you heard i was in montreal in jer and sebs dirty homestead. just before i left jer took me to quebec city for the winter festival. but just before the festival, we were at jer's place and he decided to pull out the old snow shoes (by snow shoes i mean tennis rackets you strap on your feet) and go walking through the forest (which is 3 feet of snow). SO... needless to say i ended up in the snow on my ass... twice. and once i was actually stuck there. my entire arm was vertically stuck in the snow and my cheek was resting on the top, my feet/"shoes" were tangled and were underneath me and about a foot of snow, it was so unbelievably funny though. it took about 10 minutes to try and get me on my feet because you just keep sinking if the snow shoes aren't flat on top of the snow. i had snow EVERYWHERE and decided it was time to go back to the house, which was a good idea since we were getting picked up by jer's friend simon in 2 mins and i was sopping wet. so i'm standing in jer's living room wearing a rug while all my clothes are in the drier and simon turns up (nice intro) and once i'm all clothed and dry we head off to the festival.
the festival was so cool. there were the most amazing ice sculptures everywhere and ice castles you could walk through. they had made rides out of the snow by building slides that you go down on blow up rafts and tubes. you can buy a walking cane full of caribou (hot wine) and we did... 2 of them. i got to go ice fishing. it was amazing. and the boys were so cute pulling me by an arm each every time they saw something they wanted me to try, whether it was a ride or some maple syrup lolly thing. and they'd try and give me the history of things while i stood there with a blank look on my face wondering if now would be a good time to scream i want to go on the ride again. they even had human fuse ball. i can't spell it (hehe, like i can spell anything) but its that game where the little men are on the metal tube and you move them back and forth to play soccer and kick the little plastic ball. anyway the human version involves tying people to a metal pole and you all have to move in unison one way to be able to play soccer and kick the ball. the 'oval' is even set up to look like the fuse ball table. so funny. after that i went back to montreal and caught the train the next day to new york.
once in new york i called my brothers friend maria and her roommate karen again to see if they wanted to go out (and as a bonus, a place to stay). so we get all dressed up and hit manhattan. there were 16 of us once we met up with maria's friends and went to about 4 different bars ranging from the top floor of a hotel to a retro hangout with a waterfall and pool of plastic bubbles (i still dont know what the deal was). it was a really good night but anyone who has been out with me for a night drinking KNOWS that somewhere in the evening i decide it would be a great idea to go get tattoos. thankfully my friends at home squash the idea before it goes any further but here we were, walking around manhattan at 4am looking for a tattoo parlor. at this stage there were 5 of the 16 left and everyone was going "i think its this way" and each pointing in a different direction. anyway i didnt end up with a tattoo, but we ate breakfast in a trendy all night place at 5:30 am before i jumped on a train to new orleans a few hours later for mardi gra.
so on the train i'm seated next to an slightly strange girl with an obsession with the phantom of the opera. she proudly showed me her 20 something cds ALL from phantom but some were the stage production, different singers from the stage productions, some in french, spanish, the movie soundtrack, 3 whole cds of just the song 'music of the night' sung by different people.... it was strange. but anyway i had no where to stay in new orleans and i knew i needed somewhere to sleep at least a couple of hours a night so when she offered to share her hotel room since her bestfriend ended up in hospital and couldnt make it i ended up saying ok... especially since it was all paid for already and she didnt want any money. she was harmless, just weird. so anyway mardi gra itself... only one word for it... CRAZY. now i'm a big believer in the 'what happens at mardi gra stays at mardi gra' concept so i'm not going to give you ALL the details of what i got up too... just a general run down and maybe an example here or there...
1... i drank A LOT...
2... yes i ended up flashing for beads. i went there with a firm belief my top would stay on and in its standard upright position, but after a few hurricanes and 'big arse beers' (its written on the cup) you actually start believing that a plastic set of beads that flash are worth showing your breasts to a stranger. the jokes a lot of you made about me showing up on a 'girls gone wild' clip may not be so far fetched...
3... i was propositioned by everyone ranging from a 63 yr old man and his girlfriend (at the same time... and he felt the need to flash me) to hot 20 yr old guys in the street.
**** example time****
i'm sitting at popeyes which is the souths version of KFC (and SO much better) and i'm eating my chicken wearing a hamburger hat (it was funny) and this tall black guy is walking down the aisle towards me. i think to myself, cute but DEFINITELY gay. he walked like a gay man. anyway he puts his tray down on my table which was next to a bin so i thought nothing of it. but he doesn't say a word and just leans over and sticks his tongue down my throat. i was stunned. he pulls away and all i could say was "and here i was thinking you were gay"... he kisses me again and then pulls away and he says "so what do you think" with a smug smile on his face and i just turn to him and say "eh". he was like.. "WHAT??? let me try again" i said that was all he was getting but he ended up kissing me and because i was sitting down i couldnt really move away. i got rid of him eventually but basically, that is what is supposedly "ok" at mardi gra.
now to finish the crazy 3 day drinking/kissing/flashing marathon, i end up at the amtrak station on the last night SO drunk i nearly got my arse thrown in jail. i was in the bathroom with my head in the toilet and had decided i just need to stay there for a few hours and i'll be fine. a nice woman who was also catching a train and said she was a paramedic would come in and check on me every now and then. i didnt realise what was going on because all the fuss was happening outside but she basically came in and said that if i didnt get up and go sit down in the waiting area (like a normal sober person) the cops were going to arrest me. i thought she was bullshitting but i got up and walked out and there was a woman on the phone to 911 saying "she's drunk and she's been in there a while"... there is a male nurse talking to the cops suggesting they go in and check on me, the cops are saying if they go in there they'll arrest me and the paramedic lady convincing them i was fine and surely they had better things to do tonight. i was like... 'damn, yeah i'm drunk but this is mardi gra, 10 000 people are drunk!!' however considering that 10 hours later on the train i had to get out of my seat and read the little ticket the conductor puts above your chair to say where you are going, purely to find out where i had bought a ticket too (NY by the way... i may have been a little TOO drunk. the whole 3 days were a party blur i tell you, only i wish they were a little more of a blur so i couldnt remember some of the stuff i did... but anyway, i remember it all and i survived so i couldnt have drunk THAT much... i didnt end up in jail (bonus) and i have about 10 e-mail addresses in my pocket in different stages of drunken squall. all in all a good time.
oh and in the middle of it all was my birthday, which i kinda missed. i remembered when it hit midnight and it was only just my birthday but forgot again until it was past midnight the following night and i had missed it all. but thanks to those who sent e-mails.
ok so last you heard i was in montreal in jer and sebs dirty homestead. just before i left jer took me to quebec city for the winter festival. but just before the festival, we were at jer's place and he decided to pull out the old snow shoes (by snow shoes i mean tennis rackets you strap on your feet) and go walking through the forest (which is 3 feet of snow). SO... needless to say i ended up in the snow on my ass... twice. and once i was actually stuck there. my entire arm was vertically stuck in the snow and my cheek was resting on the top, my feet/"shoes" were tangled and were underneath me and about a foot of snow, it was so unbelievably funny though. it took about 10 minutes to try and get me on my feet because you just keep sinking if the snow shoes aren't flat on top of the snow. i had snow EVERYWHERE and decided it was time to go back to the house, which was a good idea since we were getting picked up by jer's friend simon in 2 mins and i was sopping wet. so i'm standing in jer's living room wearing a rug while all my clothes are in the drier and simon turns up (nice intro) and once i'm all clothed and dry we head off to the festival.
the festival was so cool. there were the most amazing ice sculptures everywhere and ice castles you could walk through. they had made rides out of the snow by building slides that you go down on blow up rafts and tubes. you can buy a walking cane full of caribou (hot wine) and we did... 2 of them. i got to go ice fishing. it was amazing. and the boys were so cute pulling me by an arm each every time they saw something they wanted me to try, whether it was a ride or some maple syrup lolly thing. and they'd try and give me the history of things while i stood there with a blank look on my face wondering if now would be a good time to scream i want to go on the ride again. they even had human fuse ball. i can't spell it (hehe, like i can spell anything) but its that game where the little men are on the metal tube and you move them back and forth to play soccer and kick the little plastic ball. anyway the human version involves tying people to a metal pole and you all have to move in unison one way to be able to play soccer and kick the ball. the 'oval' is even set up to look like the fuse ball table. so funny. after that i went back to montreal and caught the train the next day to new york.
once in new york i called my brothers friend maria and her roommate karen again to see if they wanted to go out (and as a bonus, a place to stay). so we get all dressed up and hit manhattan. there were 16 of us once we met up with maria's friends and went to about 4 different bars ranging from the top floor of a hotel to a retro hangout with a waterfall and pool of plastic bubbles (i still dont know what the deal was). it was a really good night but anyone who has been out with me for a night drinking KNOWS that somewhere in the evening i decide it would be a great idea to go get tattoos. thankfully my friends at home squash the idea before it goes any further but here we were, walking around manhattan at 4am looking for a tattoo parlor. at this stage there were 5 of the 16 left and everyone was going "i think its this way" and each pointing in a different direction. anyway i didnt end up with a tattoo, but we ate breakfast in a trendy all night place at 5:30 am before i jumped on a train to new orleans a few hours later for mardi gra.
so on the train i'm seated next to an slightly strange girl with an obsession with the phantom of the opera. she proudly showed me her 20 something cds ALL from phantom but some were the stage production, different singers from the stage productions, some in french, spanish, the movie soundtrack, 3 whole cds of just the song 'music of the night' sung by different people.... it was strange. but anyway i had no where to stay in new orleans and i knew i needed somewhere to sleep at least a couple of hours a night so when she offered to share her hotel room since her bestfriend ended up in hospital and couldnt make it i ended up saying ok... especially since it was all paid for already and she didnt want any money. she was harmless, just weird. so anyway mardi gra itself... only one word for it... CRAZY. now i'm a big believer in the 'what happens at mardi gra stays at mardi gra' concept so i'm not going to give you ALL the details of what i got up too... just a general run down and maybe an example here or there...
1... i drank A LOT...
2... yes i ended up flashing for beads. i went there with a firm belief my top would stay on and in its standard upright position, but after a few hurricanes and 'big arse beers' (its written on the cup) you actually start believing that a plastic set of beads that flash are worth showing your breasts to a stranger. the jokes a lot of you made about me showing up on a 'girls gone wild' clip may not be so far fetched...
3... i was propositioned by everyone ranging from a 63 yr old man and his girlfriend (at the same time... and he felt the need to flash me) to hot 20 yr old guys in the street.
**** example time****
i'm sitting at popeyes which is the souths version of KFC (and SO much better) and i'm eating my chicken wearing a hamburger hat (it was funny) and this tall black guy is walking down the aisle towards me. i think to myself, cute but DEFINITELY gay. he walked like a gay man. anyway he puts his tray down on my table which was next to a bin so i thought nothing of it. but he doesn't say a word and just leans over and sticks his tongue down my throat. i was stunned. he pulls away and all i could say was "and here i was thinking you were gay"... he kisses me again and then pulls away and he says "so what do you think" with a smug smile on his face and i just turn to him and say "eh". he was like.. "WHAT??? let me try again" i said that was all he was getting but he ended up kissing me and because i was sitting down i couldnt really move away. i got rid of him eventually but basically, that is what is supposedly "ok" at mardi gra.
now to finish the crazy 3 day drinking/kissing/flashing marathon, i end up at the amtrak station on the last night SO drunk i nearly got my arse thrown in jail. i was in the bathroom with my head in the toilet and had decided i just need to stay there for a few hours and i'll be fine. a nice woman who was also catching a train and said she was a paramedic would come in and check on me every now and then. i didnt realise what was going on because all the fuss was happening outside but she basically came in and said that if i didnt get up and go sit down in the waiting area (like a normal sober person) the cops were going to arrest me. i thought she was bullshitting but i got up and walked out and there was a woman on the phone to 911 saying "she's drunk and she's been in there a while"... there is a male nurse talking to the cops suggesting they go in and check on me, the cops are saying if they go in there they'll arrest me and the paramedic lady convincing them i was fine and surely they had better things to do tonight. i was like... 'damn, yeah i'm drunk but this is mardi gra, 10 000 people are drunk!!' however considering that 10 hours later on the train i had to get out of my seat and read the little ticket the conductor puts above your chair to say where you are going, purely to find out where i had bought a ticket too (NY by the way... i may have been a little TOO drunk. the whole 3 days were a party blur i tell you, only i wish they were a little more of a blur so i couldnt remember some of the stuff i did... but anyway, i remember it all and i survived so i couldnt have drunk THAT much... i didnt end up in jail (bonus) and i have about 10 e-mail addresses in my pocket in different stages of drunken squall. all in all a good time.
oh and in the middle of it all was my birthday, which i kinda missed. i remembered when it hit midnight and it was only just my birthday but forgot again until it was past midnight the following night and i had missed it all. but thanks to those who sent e-mails.
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