GO LAKERS GO (aka drink southern boy drink!!)

Before we begin, I am entering day 4 of the event that every non-eddie Laker DREAMS of- Practicum!! Which means 7 weeks of yours truly back in his home city! Wait for it....
"FINALLY.....THE SOUTHERN BOY......HAS COME BACK......TO HIS CITY!!!" - Rockisms are more awesome than Blogger actually responding to a certain boy's email ( the vendetta is now entering it's third week). References and rantings aside, I promised that blog would only contain events outside of the classroom. Therefore I ask you to close your eyes, and step into the time machine with me (if it worked for my grade seven History class, it works here) back to last month, when i was still in North Bay (enjoy -30 temperatures, bitches :P )

Dateline: A Saturday night in January, 2010 at the Lakers University hockey game

I'm watching the hockey game at the Memorial Arena, trying not to laugh at the attempt of Northerners creating an OHL atmosphere for a University hockey game. ( My city= Home of the Memorial Cup Champs- NOT.......EVEN......CLOSE!) I'm watching our Lakers getting OWNED by the U of T blues ( ask a Sens fan how it felt to be DESTROYED by the Boys in Blue on Saturday Night) when my 2 section buddies show up, along with a friend, drinkings "pops" ( whiskey and Pepsi in a plastic Coke bottle kiddies) Howie and Sheamus are with Danny, and they want me to go with them back to A's house to drink some more ( I have changed the names to protect the identities of the drunk of disorderly- because that's what collegiality is folks!) So we cab it to A's house, where I'm still sober after 30 minutes ( Dial-a-Bottle FAIL) until A lets me drink all his wine from the bottle (Mambo Italiano!) It's 10 pm on a Saturday night, so Howie and Sheamus want to go to the bars now (because when you're hammered, standing by yourself at a bar doesn't seem boring, but rather intriguing) The weather is a warm -10 degrees (or -40 for Southern Boys), so Howie ( the leader) and Sheamus ( the baller) force Danny and myself to walk to the bar (because it is SO freaking impossible to get a cab at 10 pm on a Saturday night) Howie and Sheamus are throwing each other in the snow, and Sheamus spends 10 minutes rolling in the snow looking for his toque (he didn't bring one). After a semi-intoxicated eternity, we walked into the George's (aka the Thursday Night Delight- but that's another story, and another time machine). Of course Howie orders the round for us, and Sheamus pays ( because Danny was Howie's friend visiting from London, Howie wanted to get him plastered-Mission Accomplished.) After we slam back our pints (literally- full to empty in 5 minutes), I notice a table of food with no one around in the back section, next to the couches. Those who know me know my love of free food (Bob Rae will never forget that night) and so I convinced my drunken mates to gorge on the goodies. 4 empty plates and 3 rounds later (again paid for by Sheamus) we WALKED again to find our section mates at Cecil's. Problem- we had NO clue where we were! (Howie FAIL, because he's the leader) It took a long time of walking/ drunk stumbling (outside temp for me 20 degrees, no ski mask necessary) We EVENTUALLY found Cecil's, and Sheamus went right to the bar to bring us two GIANT pitchers, and four plates of chicken wings, instantly becoming my favourite Irishman EVER! ( sorry cartoon leprechaun, I don't want your Lucky Charms anymore) of course Sheamus pours the pitchers somewhat equally, except I got the full glass everytime (when the hell did Nipissing University start recruiting for Beerfest?)
I ended up dancing to EVERY song that night (including a really crappy oldies song that I still don't know the name of), staring at the wall for 10 minutes ( I must have saw something shiny), and got ditched by Howie and Danny, and Sheamus.(FMDrunkenLife) I have no idea where I am, or what time it is, and end up talking my way into this cab with two guys and one girl. (even when I'm wrecked, I'm still smooth) I must have had mis-communicated with this guy, because he was giving me dirty looks, and pulling the girl towards him. Maybe our conversation went something like this:
WHAT I SAID- "Where am I?"
WHAT HE HEARD- "Yo dog who's the fly hunny? Would'nt mind breaking off a piece of that!
WHAT I SAID- "Can you guys drop me off at Airport Road?"
WHAT HE HEARD- "Hey mama come back to my crib- you can call me Mr.Flintstone cause I make the bed rock!
Rest assured, I was more concerned with making it to my warm bed in one piece then getting punani that night (no seeds :P). I got dropped off somewhere, gave them the only bill I had, and somehow stumbled my way home (falling asleep with my coat still on)
Recap- lots of free booze+ free food+ not getting drunken ass kicked+ not throwing up in urinals = WIN for Southern Boy!!
until next time- The South-West shall rise again!