Well this Saturday my friend Michele had a Mexican-themed pool party. Here's the rough breakdown.
We (Sally and I) arrived at Michele's about 2pm to help her get ready. Michele is party queen -- she actually DECORATES for parties. Cool. I strung balloons across the pool, we put up crepe paper, etc. Lots of food was prepared. I drank 5 or 6 beer while getting ready.
At about 5pm Michele sent me to the booze store to get her some Malibu. [Canadian annotation: I wasn't soused when I drove to the liquor store]. Well on the way my car exploded, but that's another (less entertaining) story.
So I got back (Sally picked me up) and we started making Margaritas. Yam yam. Very tasty and in no time I had gone through about 3/4 of the bottle of tequila, as well as drinking some funny sweet beverages that we found in Michele's fridge (with permission). Did a lot of swimming too, even when it started raining. We had big squirt guns and yes, Gonz and Oso, you were both mentioned when we had the guns out =).
So we all decided to head back to Sally and I's place when Michele's parents made a return =). Drivers were found and down the road we went (about a 1 minute drive). At my place, we continued imbibing (Rumple Minze in crystal glasses) and watched movies. Screaming Blue assumed his traditional position in front of the computer and remained there =).
THEN we made some yummy pasta. MMM. It was good. Teriyaki Alfredo sauce on tortellini of some sort. Very yummy and of course it caused me to need to sleep. And what better place to sleep than on the floor?
Well, obviously there are some better places, especially since some people wanted to crash and I was in the way of the hideabed. So Micah somehow got me to my feet and aimed me at the bedroom. Note that I remember NONE of this, after the part where the floor started looking comfy.
Anyway, apparently I asked to make a pit stop on the way to the bedroom. Loving friend that he is, Micah pushed me into the bathroom, shut the door, left the light off, and went back to the computer.
I *reiterate* that I remember *NOTHING* of this, and I'm piecing it together from stories. First I should fast forward to the next morning.
Next AM 8:30. I wake up with quite the headache. Off to the bathroom to find aspirin and -- hey -- something strange in here. Looks clean but ... hmm ... a germ of a memory is clawing at my brain. No matter. Go to the can, take a quick shower, and back into bed.
Forward again to 10:30 when everyone is waking up. Suddenly I hear a story involving me and urine all over the bathroom. Uh oh. I piece together the story:
Apparently when Micah pushed me into the bathroom, I either did not bother to lift the happily padded seat cover or I lifted it and it uncooperatively smashed down. In any case, I didn't notice and the byproducts of a night's drinking ended up soaking our previously pristine seat cover =). This would have been bad enough except that Michele and Lisa found me about 40 minutes later ("Hey -- he's been in there a long time") quite passed out on the edge of the tub. Of course I had not bothered to reclothe myself. I should note for sake of judgement that it was QUITE a cold room.
Anyway, needless to say I spent several hungover minutes in the bathroom with a can of sanifoam and paper towel =). I should note here that this was the first time in six years I was drunk from tequila. Now I remember why it's been six years =).
All in all though, a very fun night!
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