Opa!

Weekend checklist:

1 Scraped Knee
1 Sore hip
1 cut toe
2 Miscellaneous Pains in my lower back & below my hip (I have an inkling as to how these may have happened but then again, I was hearing stories saturday regarding friday nite that I had no recollection of. So then again.... may be not)

Liver: not in pain (nice!)
Pride: well, I never really had any to start with so this is rather moot
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A few weeks back, Briana accompanied her friend Lisa to a party of my mutual friend who happened to have a small "thing" going on with Lisa. So eager to hear all about it, I called up Briana and asked how the evening went. She said she thought the party was kind of "young" so I asked her to explain that to me. She thought that it was young because at the end of the evening, the place was in complete disarray. That because drinks, bottles and what not was left EVERYWHERE, it signalled to her that his friends must be kind of younger as her friends would probably pick up after themselves somewhat and may be even throw away garbage.
(about now you're probably thinking what I was... sounded like a good party) I did hear from him that they managed to drink out of every single glass he had & he spent half an hour doing the dishes. I can only say to perhaps invest in some plastic cups next time.

This crosses my mind because I wonder what Briana would think of the party I went to where we not only drank out of every glass but at the end of the night managed to throw them all against the floor... Not drop, not bump, not slip but slam your drink back & throw it on the floor... yes, it was greek night in Victoria. I suppose it is one way to avoid doing dishes... just a little more hazardous to your feet.

Furniture Man invited me to accompany him to the island this past weekend with his friends for a birthday surprise. I took him up on it and got to meet some great people that I believe are a little more out of control then me. Ok, so they're more of an even match but I've never blown out my birthday candles, ripped off my shirt & challenged the room to a handstand fight.

I can't really blame them for getting too, too crazy. The limbo stick was able to make another appearance. With a little packing tape, I fashioned a pseudo limbo stick from a broom. Granted it had a little less flair but was just as effective. After a few rounds of that, we were in fire it up mode (Ok, may be we woke up fired up but the extra push helped bring us over the edge). It has been decided that it needs a name. "Bimbo limbo" is just not gonna cut it. This will require some thought and am accepting suggestions as my idea of "Liquor down below" is a little long.

So after a 3 sailing wait, a bottle of gin & being front row to an awesome rendition of "You're a Strange Animal", I sailed across the Georgia Straight for what was to be an awesome weekend. Thanks for the invite, I hope to do it again.