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Aug. 11th, 2003 11:29 pmI'm home!
Carolyn and I saw PotC again on Friday - for those of you playing along at home, that makes six times - then before I left Saturday morning, we went to the Fredericton market. It was cool - bunches of food vendors and many-other-things vendors. I got my bus snacks and a couple little thingies, the most interesting of which was an irish cream scented candle.
The ride back to Bangor was, well, long, and I especially loved the part where it was quicker and less complicated to cross the border into the States than it had been to cross into Canada. I'd kind of thought it would be the other way round, savvy? We had, like, three stops along the way, so I ended up smoking rather more than my strict allotment of one clove (if that; many days I don't even bother with the one). It's very, very easy to pull out a cigarette when you're bored and antsy.
Once I got to Bangor, I had a couple hours to kill before Amanda got home from work. When she did, we ended up going over to her friend Jessa's house. At twenty, I was the oldest one in the house, so getting alcohol involved drama ("I don't want to call Bucky, he thinks I use him all the time!") and improvising ("If he won't do it, I'll undo a few buttons and go play 'Hey Mister.'"). Slightly frustrating after my week of being able to buy all the damn liquor I wanted. *g*
But we succeeded in the end, and as it was the first party I'd ever been to where the entire point was getting drunk, I discovered a few things.
* I smoke a lot when I drink. I had a pack of Qualitys (Qualities? Does that rule apply to proper nouns?) that I'd grabbed at a Mobil 'cos I figured I mght want a few (Qualitys are v. cheap, at least a dollar less than most brands, so I didn't mind spending the money). I shared it out with whoever wanted one and I still ended up smoking at least half the pack and dipping into Jessa's Marlboros. I'm definitely giving my system a few days to clear out before I touch another clove.
* While getting reasonably drunk is rather fun (with others, I can't imagine that it would be all by myself), the real fun comes from watching/interacting with the people who are smashed. One guy was convinced that his (pregnant) girlfriend was mad at him, one girl was crying because she couldn't have her keys, one guy ran down the road just to throw up, there was briefly a game of drunken football . . . it was great.
* Having sober people around is an excellent idea, even if nobody is going anywhere. When it came time to deal with the really smashed ones, we less drunk people did what we could (helped them throw up, kept them in the house, refused to tell Renee where her keys were), but it was the sober people who really took charge. I made a point of telling them that they ruled. They certainly didn't have to stick around to administer cold showers and make sure people got to bed (or in Jessa's case, that she was passed out on her stomach so that she wouldn't suffocate if she puked again, and that she had a blanket), but they did. Now that's a good friend.
It was a great night. Even before I was drunk. (Incidentally, two combinations I highly recommend: Mountain Dew Livewire with spiced rum, 'cos it tastes like a creamsicle, and Pepsi Vanilla [yeah, they make it now] with spiced rum. Yum. Yumyum.)
The rum disppeared really early, by the way, which was annoying but fun because it gave Amanda, Jessa, and I an excuse to go "But why is the rum gone?!" like forty-seven times each. =D
The best part is that we all got to bed at around, oh, five, and Amanda and her friend Kelly and I had to get up at seven because our ride had to be at work at eight. Yay. Happily, the most taxing thing I had to do was ride a bus; Amanda and Kelly both had to work. (Note to self: call Amanda and make sure she did not die.)
So, the bus ride took forever because of traffic, and I couldn't fall asleep, but we did get to watch The Wizard of Oz, so that was cool. Late as I was, my mom was even later, which I used as leverage to get her to take me to the mall so I could buy the PotC soundtrack. (I called Rikki from the bus station while I waited for Mom, and she told me that a store in the mall had it, and I was tired enough to think that spending even more money after a vacation was a FANTASTIC idea.) It's fabulous. It's even better than I thought it would be. I went to bed v. early and slept for hours, and then I had to WORK today. It was like the first day of school after that long winter vacation. Urgh.
But tomorrow Mom and I are going to see PotC! She wants to, which is cool, so no arms were twisted on either side. I think seven times will satisfy me for now - but who knows?
Carolyn and I saw PotC again on Friday - for those of you playing along at home, that makes six times - then before I left Saturday morning, we went to the Fredericton market. It was cool - bunches of food vendors and many-other-things vendors. I got my bus snacks and a couple little thingies, the most interesting of which was an irish cream scented candle.
The ride back to Bangor was, well, long, and I especially loved the part where it was quicker and less complicated to cross the border into the States than it had been to cross into Canada. I'd kind of thought it would be the other way round, savvy? We had, like, three stops along the way, so I ended up smoking rather more than my strict allotment of one clove (if that; many days I don't even bother with the one). It's very, very easy to pull out a cigarette when you're bored and antsy.
Once I got to Bangor, I had a couple hours to kill before Amanda got home from work. When she did, we ended up going over to her friend Jessa's house. At twenty, I was the oldest one in the house, so getting alcohol involved drama ("I don't want to call Bucky, he thinks I use him all the time!") and improvising ("If he won't do it, I'll undo a few buttons and go play 'Hey Mister.'"). Slightly frustrating after my week of being able to buy all the damn liquor I wanted. *g*
But we succeeded in the end, and as it was the first party I'd ever been to where the entire point was getting drunk, I discovered a few things.
* I smoke a lot when I drink. I had a pack of Qualitys (Qualities? Does that rule apply to proper nouns?) that I'd grabbed at a Mobil 'cos I figured I mght want a few (Qualitys are v. cheap, at least a dollar less than most brands, so I didn't mind spending the money). I shared it out with whoever wanted one and I still ended up smoking at least half the pack and dipping into Jessa's Marlboros. I'm definitely giving my system a few days to clear out before I touch another clove.
* While getting reasonably drunk is rather fun (with others, I can't imagine that it would be all by myself), the real fun comes from watching/interacting with the people who are smashed. One guy was convinced that his (pregnant) girlfriend was mad at him, one girl was crying because she couldn't have her keys, one guy ran down the road just to throw up, there was briefly a game of drunken football . . . it was great.
* Having sober people around is an excellent idea, even if nobody is going anywhere. When it came time to deal with the really smashed ones, we less drunk people did what we could (helped them throw up, kept them in the house, refused to tell Renee where her keys were), but it was the sober people who really took charge. I made a point of telling them that they ruled. They certainly didn't have to stick around to administer cold showers and make sure people got to bed (or in Jessa's case, that she was passed out on her stomach so that she wouldn't suffocate if she puked again, and that she had a blanket), but they did. Now that's a good friend.
It was a great night. Even before I was drunk. (Incidentally, two combinations I highly recommend: Mountain Dew Livewire with spiced rum, 'cos it tastes like a creamsicle, and Pepsi Vanilla [yeah, they make it now] with spiced rum. Yum. Yumyum.)
The rum disppeared really early, by the way, which was annoying but fun because it gave Amanda, Jessa, and I an excuse to go "But why is the rum gone?!" like forty-seven times each. =D
The best part is that we all got to bed at around, oh, five, and Amanda and her friend Kelly and I had to get up at seven because our ride had to be at work at eight. Yay. Happily, the most taxing thing I had to do was ride a bus; Amanda and Kelly both had to work. (Note to self: call Amanda and make sure she did not die.)
So, the bus ride took forever because of traffic, and I couldn't fall asleep, but we did get to watch The Wizard of Oz, so that was cool. Late as I was, my mom was even later, which I used as leverage to get her to take me to the mall so I could buy the PotC soundtrack. (I called Rikki from the bus station while I waited for Mom, and she told me that a store in the mall had it, and I was tired enough to think that spending even more money after a vacation was a FANTASTIC idea.) It's fabulous. It's even better than I thought it would be. I went to bed v. early and slept for hours, and then I had to WORK today. It was like the first day of school after that long winter vacation. Urgh.
But tomorrow Mom and I are going to see PotC! She wants to, which is cool, so no arms were twisted on either side. I think seven times will satisfy me for now - but who knows?
