It's really best for everyone if I don't drink.

So, last night Nicole and I decided to get our drink on.

I worked until 10:30, then we went to the Lion's Den to see what was happenin' there. It was really really busy. There were no parking spots and I almost got backed into by a taxi driver. I was angry right from the start. We found somewhere to leave my car and then we headed inside. Because of the extreme gut trauma that rum causes me, I decided to make it a gin night. I started of with a triple, and after 2 of those I was feeling much better about the situation at hand. Once Nicole and I had our buzz going on, we could relax a little...and reflect on the extreme ugliness of Grande Prairie.

While sipping our 3rd drinks, we managed to get our grubby little hands on a wordgame computer. Sounds dorky, I know. But this is just how we roll. When you play the word game, guys always come up and try to "help" us out, but last night, things took a turn for the worse. Some hideous chicks decided they wanted to hang out with us. The one wouldn't quit touching me and trying to talk to me, so I did what any sane person would do: I pretended to be deaf. Everytime she'd lean in to talk to me, I'd turn to Nicole and start using drunken sign language. Luckily, she caught on and did it back. Then the chick would try to talk into my ear. I'm not sure if she knows much about deaf people, but just 'cause you get right up in someones ear doesn't make them stop being deaf. The highlight of this was when I'd be singing along to the music and pretend I could "feel it" through the counter of the bar. Finally, when I'd had enough of this, Nicole and I found a table to sit at where we could laugh about the sitation and carry on a conversation with words. The stupid girls came and sat with us. I found a boy to tell them that we were deaf and that we were getting annoyed with their bantering.

Last call was announced...Nicole said we had to get another drink. I'm pretty sure that's the one that made me sick.

Oh yeah, we were standing by this wall and there was this guy and we were both discussing our recognition of his face. After a few moments of staring at him and talking about him, Nicole realized where we knew him from: "One of us hooked up with him...I think it was you." After more careful consideration, I realized she was right. We laughed for awhile, and I just thought to myself "thank god he's a cutie." He probably knew all along and thought I was a complete bitch for staring at him and not saying hello. Oh well, I think we'll all live.

After the bar we went to the donair place and got some pizza. I didn't order pizza, it just came up and I bought it. We had a cell phone that Nicole had found on the ground at the bar, and we made phone calls with it. Then the girl who owned the phone called us and demanded that we give it back to her. I chose a chinese accent for these calls. She made fun of my chinese accent...I told her the phone was mine...I had given some guy head in a car at the bar and he had given me the phone. Because she was so rude about it, we disposed of the phone...but not after calling people in her phone book and leaving "I just wanted you to know that I'm having your baby" messages. Le sigh. The things we do because of alcohol.

So today I'm sick like a dog and probably going to waste the day away by sleeping. Rest assured there won't be any more drunken nights for me for awhile.