Cool Runnings, Pukella, and Burt Reynolds are all out to get us!!!

If I told you that we were being followed by Burt Reynolds, would you believe me? I think he may actually be stalking me... waiting in the dark corners of every bar I go to, with his clear, shiny little shot glass of happy juice... waiting for that perfect moment to attack. Always when I least expect it. Or when I order it... whichever comes first.

Ok, let's back up a little bit. Monday night's festivities started with our regularly scheduled flag football game... remember? The whole reason we know each other in the first place?? Ya, that team. So we met at my place before the game, and Katrina watched as I stressed over WHAT TO WEAR!!!! to the post game karaoke activities. 

Monday happened to be SUPER muggy, and it looked like it was going to rain any freaking minute. Not cool. Once Danica showed up, we loaded up the Escape with water, changes of clothes, and headed for the field... five minutes late, of course.

We played a pretty good game, considering. When I say considering, I mean considering the fact that we were playing against some dudes who legitimately looked like they ran for Africa in the last summer Olympics. These guys were fast. The rest of the team was good too. I think my favourite part of the game was all the great catches... I mean, there were probably 5 or 6 epic, awesome catches that happened, both our team and theirs. So we lost pretty tragically, but not before the rain came and cooled us off a bit because DAMN it was hot! 

After the game ended, we were trying to decide what to do between then and Karaoke time (9 pm) and me, being Little Miss Social Hostess decided my apartment just wasn't trashed enough yet... and invited everyone over for pre-drinks. Smooth move. But I had a serious over-abundance of alcohol still left from the party on Saturday, so it only made sense to share with all my team mates :) We showed up at my place wet, and THIRSTY. I mixed a pitcher of about 3/4 of a 26er of gin and some girly appletini mix shit, and opened a bottle of red wine... and so the festivities began. 

Now, as you may have figured out already, we DO like to drink a lot, and I'd say that we're pretty good at it. Despite all the mixing of different types of alcohol, the shots, the lack of eating before drinking some nights, we always seem to make it through the night. We hurt in the morning, but we make it through the night. I would call us weekend warriors, but we don't limit our warrior-ing to the weekends, so it's just not a sufficient title at this point. The problem with this iron-clad, tough bitches exterior that the three of us have, is that not everyone else can always keep up. This is a problem when new people, specifically girls, enter into our world of drinks and shots and more drinks and shots. They try to keep up, and they can't. Next thing you know, this happens:

Yes, that is a girl with her head in a bag

So, as you can probably imagine, a poor, nameless, clueless girl from our team tried to party Touchdown Girl style, and got bit in the ass by the Pukey Monster. Don't worry, we took care of her and brought her home (ya at this point we were already at the Atomic Rooster, the Karaoke Bar... sorry, my memories of that night are a little blurry so this may not all be in chronological order!). Thanks to Eric and Robin for driving her and us home to my place (hence the head in bag picture) because she got kicked the EFF out of the bar for being White Girl Wasted, as my little brother and I like to call it. So we put her to bed with a bottle of water and a puke bucket and Katrina and I went back to the bar. Mission accomplished.

When we got back to the bar, I was pleased to see that it was a lot busier. The place was hopping actually, which I wouldn't have expected for a Monday night. I guess Ottawans really like their karaoke. I think I did a shot first thing when I got there. Which was in addition to the shots I/we took so I could handle Pukella in the bathroom hugging the toilet before we had to leave with her. And the beer. Can't forget about the beer I ingested. Oh, and that red wine lol. I think you get the point. Anyway, I should probably mention that the bartender was super cute. And there were a bunch of other charming men and women there too, so we definitely had fun with that. Katrina did a duet with a hottie, Danica was pretty cuddly with a certain someone for most of the night, and I, well, I'm a bit of a social butterfly and so I flew around the room, doing random shots with random people. Don't really remember much after midnight... But apparently I had a lot of shots bought for me, so that's always cool.

Not THAT kind of shot

The night continued like that; lots of drinking, lots of socializing. Then at the end of the night, came the 'lots of avoiding' part... 

So, once again, drunk and appropriately laughed out, we parted ways. I am totally mentioning at this point, that we may have the MOST scandalously delicious flag football team in the history of the OSSC. We just can't keep our hands off of each other! Between the oh-so-naughty Monday team vs Sunday team hookup, a different Monday vs Sunday team front porch makeout session, the... Monday vs.... Monday... whatever it is?!?!? LOL. Anyway, a whole lotta lovin going on. We should probably focus more on winning games and less on screwing each other. But hey, no complaints here, obviously ;)

Katrina and I stopped off at McDonald's for a 2 (or 3?!?) a.m. snack fest in my car, then went and passed out at my place. We were super pleased to see that Pukella hadn't thrown up all over my apartment, so that was one nice thing to come home to. The mess of my apartment wasn't, but there is always a cost to having such a good time. A cost other than my $130 bill!!! (With the tip). We got into bed and snuggled allll night in true Down N Dirty fashion. LOL. Kidding! I can't handle anymore debauchery!!!!!

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"Do a rockstar pose!" He did this.

Ta-da!

Michelle, #19