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This past weekend, I took yet another trip up to Calgary. I didn't really have the time or money to do so...but it was Erika's Birthday and there were St Patrick Day plans...so I was going to find a way to justify my trip one way or another. Plus, I have yet to have a shitty time while I'm up there so it was pretty much carved in stone that I was going.
As for most things I do, I did not have a plan of action. I Decided at about 12 the night before that I was actually going to go...woke up late for my one and only Friday class...dragged ass there. Then decided I should put a few things together and hit the road. Of course I had to grab a green shirt for Saturday night and swing by Super Store to get cheap booze! (Always thinking of ways to save a penny or 2)
Now, you'd think by now I'd know how to get to Calgary and know how to get where I need to go...But of course that is not the case. This time I took a different way than I usually go. I planned on going into the city on Deerfoot, then to 16th Ave and then straight to SAIT. Now as I'm in the city, I double check on directions... from an unnamed patron... In the message, I was told to ext left. (This made perfect sense after the fact...there was just a communication error) However I thought that was odd, seeing how you rarely ever exit off something to the left...but seeing how the message stated "Hell ya" I thought that sounded pretty confident. Now it's rush hour, of course, when I get into the city. So every lane is packed solid, and we are going about 10 kph. By the time I see the exit (TO THE RIGHT) for 16th, it's already much too late... So I continue on my way...wishfully thinking maybe there is...another...magic exit to 16 Ave...HAHA. But no no... the next exit I see takes me to none other than The Calgary International Airport.
By now I'm kinda pissed. I'm somewhat "frazzled", I'm sitting at the fucking airport, I have to pee like it's nobodies business, and my cell phone decides it doesn't want to work anymore. They could hear everything I was screaming into the phone...but I couldn't hear them...Rebecca got an ear full with that little situation...HAHA.
Anyway, I find my bearings, get on 16th, and finally get to SAIT. I chill with Rebecca for a bit, then end up heading to the movie
300 (Epic... enough said.) with Mitch and Adam, and a counterfeit movie pass...worked like a charm ;)
The rest of the night was pretty chill. Went to U of C for a bit, ate my gross Subway, then ended up back at SAIT for the night. Erika decided it'd be best if she had a "slumber party" with Rebecca and I. Though they get a nice soft bed, blankets, comforter, and pillows...while I get to sleep in a bag on the concrete floor...
That morning I woke up to "FUCK YOU EVERYBODY, LETS PLAY ZOOBEY ZOOBEY! HAHAHAHA!" (I believe it is a drinking game chant or something...whatever it was I didn't want to hear it at 9 AM...) there was no turning over after that. I was up. Whether I liked it or not. What do you do THAT early in Calgary when you wake up, you ask? Well you go eat McDonald's of course. And so we did.
After eating we head back to SAIT, and the girls start getting ready to go out...Which I found odd because it was like noon...But whatever. I'm a guy. It took me 5 minutes to get ready for my graduation. So off all the girls went, Mitch was with his parents, Adam was sleeping, Jared wasn't coming 'till later...So I didn't have a whole lot to do. So I started drinking. HAHA. Hey...it was St. Patrick's Day... don't judge me. Plus I had a lot of booze to get through before we went to the bar, so I was pretty much obligated to start drinking that early...if not earlier.
The day goes on. A bunch of people show up, and we are all hanging out drinking waiting until the magic time someone decides it's time to go. Now getting to Schanks (The bar of choice for the night) didn't seem like an easy task. The C-Train didn't go that far, no one was going to drive, and a taxi was out of the question on St. Patrick's Day. However, we figured out a plan that involved walking, running, a train, and a bus...which worked absolutely perfect. (Nice work to who ever figured that all out BTW) So we all start walking to the C-Train station, and as we get there...I realize that I've forgotten something...that seemed like the most important thing to have at the time...Oh, and Adam and I forgot to bring our vodka. From what we knew at the time, we had about 5 minutes to RUN back to Rez, get up 10 floors, grab what we needed, get back down, RUN back to the train station, figure out where we needed to go, and get on the train. (This wasn't the case as you will see)
Having a drunken false sense of...everything, I figure we can do it. So we run...and run, and run. And about not even 5 minutes before this, I decide it would be a genius idea to crack open my 2-6, and chug as much as I could 30 seconds before we leave. That way, it'll hit me right at the bar, and I'll be good and pissed... and not having to buy a drink for a few hours, hence, saving money (Again I revisit saving a penny or 2)
We get the vodka, and start running. With that much straight hard booze in me, and my heart pumping as hard as it was, It hit me hard...and fast! I was officially pissed! We manage to run away from the C-Train security guard, and find the platform, and everyone on it. Except there was one problem...we were on the wrong side of the tracks...and a 10 feet fence. HAHA. No worries! I'm drunk! I can do anything.
JUMP! CUT! RIP! BLEEDING....but I'm over!
I manage to cut my hand in a very odd triangular pattern, and rip a nice sized hole in my jeans. YES! But the important thing was that we made it, just in time! Right? Not quite. There was "Major delays" for the C-Trains...and there was at least a 20 minute wait...So all that running, jumping and looking like an idiot was for nothing. I could have walked backwards with my eyes closed and made it there in time. But whatever, I'm in high spirits. I'm tired as shit, bleeding, and ready for bed..but good to go.
Jump forward to the when we actually get to the bar...
We finally got to Schanks, and the night begins! Order drinks, food, play games, go bowling...(Bars with bowling alleys are officially the shit!) Good fun. Now I don't remember things in a lot of detail from here on out. I guess it was regular bar stuff...meeting people, talking, hitting on anything, and drinking... I remember pictures...lots of pictures were being taken, and I probably tipped that bathroom attendant about 50 bucks...
Because got started drinking so early, and got there at like 6... by 1 o'clock we were ready to take off... Lots of people had already left, and we were ready to do the same. I wasn't too sure what our plan for getting back to SAIT was...but luckily for us, Mitchell decided he'd show up...HAHA. Shitty timing for him I guess, but great for me. With everyone leaving, he just gave us a lift back. Free of charge ;)
We all hung out for a little longer at SAIT, but by then I was sobering up, and wasn't really in a great mood. So we decided to leave...before "garbage dick" wanted to fight me. Sooo back to my bag on the floor for the night. Had a good drunk talk, then sleep. In the morning. I was awoken much too early by Adam...i think...calling my cell, which, by the sounds of things almost stopped Rebecca's heart. I slept a bit more, then we went and hung out with Tara and Erika for a few minutes, then I took off back to the LB.
It was another genius weekend. My combination of friends up there, as well as meeting new people is great. I always have a blast!
So I guess I'll have to come back up on Thursday...HAHA! (We shall see...)
I realize this post is already massive, and if anyone has read this far...I will be amazed, and I congratulate you, (It's either this or homework so...) but here are a few pictures from the weekend.
