Tequila Sunrise <3
Jun. 2nd, 2009 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinLast night (by which I mean this morning) was Tequila Sunrise at High Park. I ended up going, more out of curiosity than anything else and I'm so glad I did, because it was a blast! I love my classmates when they're drunk.
As it stands now, basically 36 sleepless hours, so here's a vaguely chronological list/explanation of what happened:
11:00 Arrive at appointed meeting place. Get seriously disoriented because apparently it changed without my knowing. Find S. and eventually catch up to the rest of the group (at least half our grad class).
11:15 I love drunk people! It was pretty incredible, just seeing this huge, congregated mass of , well, drunkenness. LOL @ L.: "I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk! I--" *falls over* We (Sam+yours truly) proceeded to get slightly tipsy. I really like the dizzy feeling I got, like the ground was spinning slowly under my feet.
Then this happened:
Guy: *staring past my shoulder* "Shit, it's the fuzz!"
Everyone: *books it into the bushes in a drunken panic*
I remember Sam dragging me by the arm, screaming at me that we had to get away, and all I could do in response was try to keep up to her without spilling my drink. The first time, we just marched around in the bushes for a while before doubling back to the open area we'd been in before. However, not ten minutes had passed when another car came trundling down the path. Followed by about three more. This time, Sam took a flying slow-mo leap off a ledge onto her face (it looked quite impressive but also really painful). We ended up dropping down into some bushes to hide. It was pretty great.
So after the second scare, we got separated from the main group, Sam and I, and we made our way back out of the park to the main road. On our way, we happened upon a guy, Austin, whom we both knew from previous school years. What a pothead. We were walking along the paht that would take us out of the park when a cop car pulled up and the driver beckoned us over. I almost pissed myself, thinking of the half-full bottle of Kahlua in my purse, and the (admittedly tiny) flask of Screech rum in my jacket pocket. When the cop asked me my name, my voice was about ten octaves higher than it should have been. Luckily, the cops didn't want to search anything, and allowed us to walk on. Later, Austin told us that the driver had been his arresting officer once, when he'd attempted to steal a can of Coke from a drug store, high out of his mind. Cue mental facepalming, but we walked with him along Bloor anyway, watching as he sold weed to a random guy named Pablo. He wanted us to light up in what was basically the middle of the street, but we disagreed and walked back down to meet the rest of our group back near the park.
Once we'd met up, all of us meandered down to Lakeshore to rejoin the rest of the grads. Sam and Austin bonded over i don't even know and I concentrated on the whole "straight line" aspect of walking. Anyway, we eventually got to meet up with everyone else and there was more drinking etc. Oh, and there was a fight too. Guy 1 had been seen making out with Guy 2's girl, so Guy 2 retaliated by knocking him out and attempting to beat the shit outta him. I was this close to calling 911, but Guy 2 was restrained by some other people. Guy 1 revived and there was a whole epic discussion between him and his friends about how "no, man, I started it and I gotta take responsibility for it. I gotta apologize". I thought that was quite sweet.
This apparently put other people in the lovin' mood too, cause we made the mistake of walking past the patio of the Palais Royale and averted our eyes to screams of "Holy shit, don't look, don't look!" and "woah, there's nothing to see!". The girl is in my math class. WTF washrooms sure, but a patio? Sans screening? IDEK.
Back at the tree-enclosed area with the majority of grads, Austin attempted to wrangle a lighter from Cameron. Oh my God, Cameron was so far gone by that point, he was hilarious. He dropped his sweater on the ground and spent about ten minutes looking at it and saying "that. That, that , that, that, that, yeah. That. Need to. Pick the thing. Up. Yeah." And when he fianlly produced the lighter: "Ok, here we go, here we go, here we go..." I don't think this translates too well from fuzzy recollection to the page, but it was absolutely hysterical at the time.
Finally, Austin gets his lighter. I will be honest and say that in eighteen years, I have never once considered getting drunk or high as anything that could ever be applied to me. But, um. The drunk part, I already sort of was (though it was wearing off), and um.
I smoked weed.
Apparently I'm the only one weirded out by this. I didn't get high. The stuff tasted awful, like feet and ass mixed up and shoved down your throat. And, as I'm dicovering now, the residual smell is impossible to get rid of. My toothbrush fucking smells like weed. I can't believe I smoked weed. What was I thinking (or...not)? Smoking is bad for your health. It burns your (well, my) lungs terribly and- just- ugh. But I tried it four times. What am I going to do with myself? I feel so gross. How could I have done that? Especially as someone who likes to consider herself an athlete. Idiot.
Anyway, my favourite part of the evening was the stretch between four and five in the morning which I spent lying on the grass, rolling around and laughing to myself because life was just that damn funny, apparently. I did get a lot of strange looks from people over the course of the evening. In the words of (a rather drunk) Niki: "Oh my God, Sarah! I never thought I'd see you with a drink in your hand! I'm so proud of you!"
Then, breakfast as we stumbled into a nearby cafe. Then, a ride home ,a quick shower, a cursory cleaning of the teeth, and off to school. Yeah, I'm reallllllllllly tired right now.
But it was certainly a night of firsts. (Drank, smoked, ran from cops...)
As it stands now, basically 36 sleepless hours, so here's a vaguely chronological list/explanation of what happened:
11:00 Arrive at appointed meeting place. Get seriously disoriented because apparently it changed without my knowing. Find S. and eventually catch up to the rest of the group (at least half our grad class).
11:15 I love drunk people! It was pretty incredible, just seeing this huge, congregated mass of , well, drunkenness. LOL @ L.: "I'm not drunk! I'm not drunk! I--" *falls over* We (Sam+yours truly) proceeded to get slightly tipsy. I really like the dizzy feeling I got, like the ground was spinning slowly under my feet.
Then this happened:
Guy: *staring past my shoulder* "Shit, it's the fuzz!"
Everyone: *books it into the bushes in a drunken panic*
I remember Sam dragging me by the arm, screaming at me that we had to get away, and all I could do in response was try to keep up to her without spilling my drink. The first time, we just marched around in the bushes for a while before doubling back to the open area we'd been in before. However, not ten minutes had passed when another car came trundling down the path. Followed by about three more. This time, Sam took a flying slow-mo leap off a ledge onto her face (it looked quite impressive but also really painful). We ended up dropping down into some bushes to hide. It was pretty great.
So after the second scare, we got separated from the main group, Sam and I, and we made our way back out of the park to the main road. On our way, we happened upon a guy, Austin, whom we both knew from previous school years. What a pothead. We were walking along the paht that would take us out of the park when a cop car pulled up and the driver beckoned us over. I almost pissed myself, thinking of the half-full bottle of Kahlua in my purse, and the (admittedly tiny) flask of Screech rum in my jacket pocket. When the cop asked me my name, my voice was about ten octaves higher than it should have been. Luckily, the cops didn't want to search anything, and allowed us to walk on. Later, Austin told us that the driver had been his arresting officer once, when he'd attempted to steal a can of Coke from a drug store, high out of his mind. Cue mental facepalming, but we walked with him along Bloor anyway, watching as he sold weed to a random guy named Pablo. He wanted us to light up in what was basically the middle of the street, but we disagreed and walked back down to meet the rest of our group back near the park.
Once we'd met up, all of us meandered down to Lakeshore to rejoin the rest of the grads. Sam and Austin bonded over i don't even know and I concentrated on the whole "straight line" aspect of walking. Anyway, we eventually got to meet up with everyone else and there was more drinking etc. Oh, and there was a fight too. Guy 1 had been seen making out with Guy 2's girl, so Guy 2 retaliated by knocking him out and attempting to beat the shit outta him. I was this close to calling 911, but Guy 2 was restrained by some other people. Guy 1 revived and there was a whole epic discussion between him and his friends about how "no, man, I started it and I gotta take responsibility for it. I gotta apologize". I thought that was quite sweet.
This apparently put other people in the lovin' mood too, cause we made the mistake of walking past the patio of the Palais Royale and averted our eyes to screams of "Holy shit, don't look, don't look!" and "woah, there's nothing to see!". The girl is in my math class. WTF washrooms sure, but a patio? Sans screening? IDEK.
Back at the tree-enclosed area with the majority of grads, Austin attempted to wrangle a lighter from Cameron. Oh my God, Cameron was so far gone by that point, he was hilarious. He dropped his sweater on the ground and spent about ten minutes looking at it and saying "that. That, that , that, that, that, yeah. That. Need to. Pick the thing. Up. Yeah." And when he fianlly produced the lighter: "Ok, here we go, here we go, here we go..." I don't think this translates too well from fuzzy recollection to the page, but it was absolutely hysterical at the time.
Finally, Austin gets his lighter. I will be honest and say that in eighteen years, I have never once considered getting drunk or high as anything that could ever be applied to me. But, um. The drunk part, I already sort of was (though it was wearing off), and um.
I smoked weed.
Apparently I'm the only one weirded out by this. I didn't get high. The stuff tasted awful, like feet and ass mixed up and shoved down your throat. And, as I'm dicovering now, the residual smell is impossible to get rid of. My toothbrush fucking smells like weed. I can't believe I smoked weed. What was I thinking (or...not)? Smoking is bad for your health. It burns your (well, my) lungs terribly and- just- ugh. But I tried it four times. What am I going to do with myself? I feel so gross. How could I have done that? Especially as someone who likes to consider herself an athlete. Idiot.
Anyway, my favourite part of the evening was the stretch between four and five in the morning which I spent lying on the grass, rolling around and laughing to myself because life was just that damn funny, apparently. I did get a lot of strange looks from people over the course of the evening. In the words of (a rather drunk) Niki: "Oh my God, Sarah! I never thought I'd see you with a drink in your hand! I'm so proud of you!"
Then, breakfast as we stumbled into a nearby cafe. Then, a ride home ,a quick shower, a cursory cleaning of the teeth, and off to school. Yeah, I'm reallllllllllly tired right now.
But it was certainly a night of firsts. (Drank, smoked, ran from cops...)
