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Uni Games Post (and pre-Post) Party
May 14th, 2008 by Green GriffinSo before I get to the amazing events of Saturday night that are completely impossibly to recall, I think it is best to preface with what I had been doing before hand.
Since the previous Friday I had drunk 6/8 nights, this was all coming to a head this weekend with the aforementioned Saturday night intending to be the summit of drunken greatness (greatness?).
Last Thursday night was a post-Uni-Games party. Being the clever sods we are, we also arranged a pre-post-Uni-Games party; honestly, are you surprised?
I was unfortunately at work in the afternoon, but after a message at 3pm informing me drinking had begun I decided I would no longer stay till 5.
Before 4 had rolled around I had rolled out.
Planning ahead I had a change of clothes with me, which once applied (you can apply clothes right?) I wandered [read: went as fast as not running would allow] to the liquor store. Thinking I had around 3 hours of drinking before arriving at the bar for the real party I purchased 8 cruiser (and cruiser like) beverages and headed to the pre-post-party.
Upon arrival I took party in the mandatory funnel on entry; pineapple cruisers go through a funnel like, um, a really good simile!! (Oh yeah, I went there). I reall should have filed the funnel event under “Obvious Foreshadowing” (thanks Tucker), but my excitement and anticipation for the night ahead meant I was not quite thinking properly.
About 30 minutes after my arrival I realised I had underestimated my drinking ability [read: urge] and borrowed a bicycle to head to a store and get some more drinks. An additional 4 should hold me over; we are going to a place with $2 drinks after all.
Exact events of the rest of the pre-party escape me, but I finished my dozen, and had done at least 4 as funnels. It is safe to say I probably shouldn’t have driven anywhere. At about 7 we started the walk to town, yet halfway down the first road a friend pulled over in his ute and started yelling at us. With very little to no provocation many of us piled into and onto the ute and were magically transported to town.
From this point on the story all becomes hearsay and bank account details. I do; however, remember at least four things:
- As soon as we arrived I brought the maximum allowed amount of drinks (who wouldn’t?)
- I played pool with a friend from my team. I don’t know why they picked me, as other people wanted to play and everyone (including myself) mentioned that I was in no state to play. We beat these other people (twice?)
- A friend of mine was flying out of the country the next morning (at like 4am, the guy who picked us up). He was outside at one point telling me (or others?) that the people he was going with were not impressed he was out and wasted. I decided to be a good friend and fix everything for him. Using a trick I had learnt/ed from SDC the Saturday before I took his phone and rang one of the people.
After the initial answer thinking I was him and saying I had to go home, I explained that I had not seen him in about 40 minutes. I went on to use the excuse that he had given me his phone and vanished. She was not fully impressed. I don’t know if I just hung up or gave the phone back. Probably not important.
- And the final thing I know is that I brought a kebab before walking home.
Apparently there are more things that happened than that:
-According to my bank account I spent around $100 on alcohol for the night (it was $2 and $3 drinks!!! Unless I was buying other things?)
- I am told I did some sweet dancing. Well, some dancing. Well, I kept trying to spin a girl and things like that but possibly was failing miserably.
- I was given a bar tab meant for our hockey team. Freaking out that I was going to spend it all without telling anyone else I started yelling for the host of the pre-post-party (guy in my team, and probably as drunk as me) as I figured he would be responsible with it. He was, drinks were brought.
- With the many drinks I brought, several were given away, or potentially stolen by team members (I am speaking about you Mr Thumb-Smasher). The aforementioned is a reference to someone being told “Green Griffin just brought me this drink. He doesn’t know it though”.
Another friend told me I gave him multiple half drinks as I was too drunk to be finishing them. I would then go and buy myself fresh ones as I wouldn’t know where my drink had gone.
- Finally, according to photographic evidence I was intoxicated to the point that making an even moderately photogenic face was beyond me.
Oh well, it happens.
Now for the ubiquitous (really that isn’t quite the right word for this, but it’s OK) plug.
The bar we were in is Bar101, the new greatest bar in Hamilton. There is nothing bad about this bar at all, especially as (as I discovered the next night) you can get $3 drinks all the time with a student ID.
Go there, go there now.
[Another aside about Bar101, on Thursday I must have made friends with one of the bouncers, as when I walked in on Friday he started chatting away with me and talking about events of the previous night. I thought it was nice, but had no idea at all who he was or how he knew me. Yes, Thursday was a very, very good evening (so was Friday and Saturday actually, maybe I will write about them now)]
-GG
January 10th, 2009 at 2:04 pm
Can you provide more information on this please.
March 3rd, 2009 at 8:47 am
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