3 MONTHS!!!!
As a general rule of thumb, guys should know that when you're trying to wheel chicks, maybe learn her name. Just a tip. JUST trying to maximize your PT count capacity.
Saturday night a ton of us went out for T's birthday, and ended up at where else? Yes, you guessed it... Doolins. (Seriously, is there a weekend when I'm in Vancouver, when I don't go there?). We did make a few pit stops along the way. Dinner at Century, drinks at Yaggers but we, like always, ended at Doolins.
Side bar: Saturday was full on shit show. Honestly, I don't know one of us that wasn't showtime in some capacity. Shaloa, C-hatch & Teddy showed later in the evening & I really wish they were hammered like me so they could forget about the whole thing.
However, I know my group isn't the only regulars there as I saw a lot of familiar faces that I only run into when I'm there... Case in point, Young Drunk Guy (YDG) who is friends with Sure Thing. I've met this guy a few times now and in his drunken glory decides he's going to try and wheel me. Being the attention whore that I am, don't decline his advances & actually welcome the drunken flirt. I was probably a beer & a half away from accepting his advances but thought better of it and tried to find an out. So I ask him, "What's my name?"
"Lindsay?"
Yea, nice try... next! I suppose if I was desperate, I would have just grabbed about 5 "my name is.. " stickers & strategically placed all over my body but it turns out I ain't.
So between that & Bubbles making a point of walking over & telling me "No, Leanne, he's 19", I told him to take a hike. (He wasn't 19, I want to point out. I made him show me his license shortly after that I believe. He is 26 and well within the parameters of half my age plus 7. It was not this night that I actualized my full potential as a cougar. Course I just realized that my upper age limit based on those calculations is 48 *gag*... Guess, I should have given that drug dealer a chance after all).
But how disturbing is it to realize that Bubbles is your voice of reason.... First off, his name is Bubbles. It's not something I just made up for this forum. We actually call him Bubbles much to his chagrin. Second, I don't know if he's the best person to be my mentor for a moral code. However, this isn't the first time Bubbles intercepted with a judgement call on my behalf.
A few years back, before I even started playing ultimate, a bunch of us ended up at a league summer party out at the Jericho sailing club. It's a great place on a hot summer night for a party as there are couple of levels, kegs of beer & it's situated RIGHT on the beach.
(K, so it had me at kegs of beer but you get my drift). Anyways, that particular night was quite hot & the party was actually fun (Ultimate is genearlly full of geeks so you take your chances with those parties). Seeing as our group contained mostly couples, they started falling 2 by 2 leaving only Bubbles and me to fend for our little single lives. When we finally decided we spent enough time praying on the fresh meat, we called it a night but not before a guy I had been chatting up, gave me his phone number right in front of Bubbles. As soon as I turned away from the magician (yes.... he was magician), Bubbles asks me "Leanne, are you wearing Beer Goggles?" and before I could answer "Yea... I think you are." and he pulled me away.
See.. that's what friends do.. They let you know when the person you're picking up is fugly and prevent you from doing dumb shit... Friends don't let friends sleep with ugly people.
I ended up running into the magician a couple of months later at Fred's Uptown Tavern (it was THAT long ago, the bar has since been renovated & is named The Cellar), and wow... Bubbles was right. I WAS wearing beer goggles... 2 pairs when I come to think about it.
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