Rock Star drunk

Sorry for the lack off posts lately- since I started work and with my signing bonus safely cashed I have been spending some time getting back in touch with some of my corporate Montreal crew- getting rock-star drunk in the middle of the week, on the weekends- and especially on St. Patrick's day.

(If you want to see actual photos of the Montreal St. Patty's Day Parade check out this flickr page.)

Being of mixed Irish blood from 13 generations ago when my ancestors arrived in this glorious frozen wasteland- I was out early, in full force while my girlfriend was off teaching Yoga. 11 AM, Peel Pub downtown with 4 people I knew, 30 of their friends, and 200 other screaming, drinking, stumbling people, whom, by 6 PM, I was affectionately referring to as "yaaaaalllllll", as in:

"Yaaaallllll SUCK- ain't none a yaaaaaa I'ish you drunked pig-fuckers."



And so on.

Fun times with the West Islanders continued at Cheers, where my main goal was to avoid having green beer spilt on myself by drunken 17-year-olds.

Wednesday night last week was much more civilized, if only because work kept me from beginning to "socialize" until 6 PM. Partying at the Typhoon with Turbo, the NDG crew, and their random girlfriends and guys. Happy hour ends at 8 PM but some of the crew stayed until well past midnight- cut to a $20 cab ride at 1:30 AM and you can see how we applied the term "Rock Star Drunk" to myself at 2 AM when I was home on my couch, killing a good 6 shots of Goldschlager straight from the bottle. Courtney Love Style.

Good times, good times- I'm glad Sumi doesn't charge her digital camera anymore...