Well, let me tell you about my 1st of July.
It started with a dream, a dream that my flight instructor sent me a talon message (presumably while drunk) telling me that the alcohol and parting was too much for her and she would not be able to fly.
Well instead she showed up drunk (or half drunk from the previous night)
I can smell the booze cuntmongler, remember what my old job used to be. I know what alcohol smells like. She had blood shot eyes, and was drinking Sunny D, and chewing cinamon gum. CIGARETTES AND CINAMON DO NOT COVER UP THE SMELL OF ALCOHOL!
Well, it would seem. also, she got a cab to her friends house with a guy that goes to the school.
allright, moving on. Her mother was pissed off at her when she had to bring shoes and lunch for my instructor. I can take some amusement in that. Oh, Did I mention she was flying as PIC (mind you she did shit all, half passed out for most of the flight) I was flying.
Now onto the evening, I knew shit was going down in amherst and moncton. So I decided to go to moncton in search of explosion and drunk pilots (much to the dissapoint of the people in amherst, guys when you read this you will know why)
So I get to the board walk and start walking towards downtown mocton, with no real plan in mind. I just hoped that something would happen, as luck would have it drunk cape breatoner had finally returned my phone call just as the fire works started and I began the long trek back to my car. It smelled of booze, pot and gunpowder and he asked for mix. I got him his mix and drove to the house he was at, he was at the nearby esso. When there, they encounter longboard, and grab him and throw him into the car.
TO THE O2!
So we get there, they owe me money
50 for the booze ! (if you asked, for the booze i would have given you the JD (which backwards spells DJ, coincidence, I think not) but keep away from the voldka. I told you I was keeping the alcohol there, and i hardly ever drink and if i do, it will be there.
You also owe me 25 dollars for the booze and cover
and as for longboard who owes me 20 dollars for the loan, because he was too lazy to use the bank at that time.
Now at the O2, they have a stage set up outside, a DJ was on from 12-2 before that it was bands, it was fucking packed and all I could smell was booze and gunpowder. (at the fireworks earlier was where I smelled the pot) the security was pretty good here, they didnt let any contraband in.
Now, inside the O2 complex (i see why its called that) you pay like 5something cover and you get into the O2, the palace and the manhattan. 3 clubs, all with booze, music and chicks, for the price of 1?!?!?!
Awesome. Maybe they only did that because it was canada day. Either was it was a blast where I told the drunk capebreatoner that the more women me 'macked on' (made out with) the more points he would get.
I am an asshole, well atleast he is single.
He claims 7, I can verify atleast 3.
I also encounter a girl who called me patriotic (she got her boyfriend to take the picture of us) she was wearing only a canada flag like a short skirted, low cut dress.
And the entire night (on my part) was spent going between the various DJ's and dancefloors, watching my drunk friends strut their stuff.
Designated drive? Highly amusing. Could the drunk capebreatoner have picked up? yes, but he didnt :( his roommate (ninja girl from an earlier post) would have fucking killed us.
We went out into the street to piss (because we were too lazy to wait in line) one of my crew pissed in the middle of main street, the other times they went behind a building. I had to go with them to make sure they made it back to the O2.
Another time, the drunk capebreatoner pissed infront of a window at downtown subway, infront of 3 girls.
there are somethings money cant buy, like you being the DD and drunk pilots
but for everything else, there is mastercard.
Hell of a night, got home @ 4, I am tired and sore right now after being on my feet all day yesterday and going for 22 hours, So I am going to spend the day relaxing.