Happy New Year, bitches!

It is certainly a special occasion when we both post at the same time. And — the official end of “two thousand and suck” certainly merits a celebration! Freezing rain (du verglas…as my drunken mind keeps telling me) is falling outside. Happily, we are drinking our own booze tonight.

We certainly hope that you are proud. The above colourful photo shows the various types of booze that we have consumed this evening. The wine and the champage…finished. The liquor…nearly there. Ahh…New Year’s. The night to drink like you are still in high school. Good times.

Happy 2007, everyone! We wish you nothing but the very best! Long live Wasted Time.

{In the interest of full disclosure, we’d like to note that the martini glasses were used in place of champagne flutes. We here at Wasted Time are all abooot the Truth.}

 

Putting the Christ back into the 12 Bars of Christmas

If ever there were an event worthy of a wasted time psoting, it is the 12 Bars of Xmas. 12 bars. 6.5 hours. 30+ insane people/.

I’ve been drinking since 3 pm. Proud to say taht I was the first to get to Bar #1 (Erika & Paul’s place)… other than Eriak & Paul, of course.  We started out with about 8 or so people there… by bar #12, we had over 30 people.  I don’t think I even met everyone.  Oh ya, and some random boutght us a roudn of shots at one of the bars.  Leanne was totally chatting with this guy while we negoitated with the bar tender for a deal on 23 shots and the random was liek, “put the shots on my tab”.  Man, he is so going ot regret that in the morning.  Also, I think I inadvertently talked some guy out of getting back togerther with his ex-grilfriend… I didn’t mean to, but it just happened.  and it wasn’t liek i wanted him for myself or antything (if I did, I wouldn’t be home alon e typingon this blog, that’s for sure!)

After the 12 Bars where,  Christ, I drank myself blind, we dcided to mix things up a bit and go to another bar, Lola’s.  Where I mangaged to win two games of pool by onely sinking one ball (read: I played with one decent player on my team and two other people who were as bad as me).  But I did manged to master our team handshake, so that’s something.  I also proceeded to knock over the drinks of the two people who bought me drinks there.  IN my defence, I’m so clumsy I probalby would have done that even if I were sober.  Wait, was that really in my own denfence?

In conclusions, a good time was had by all.  No one, as far as I know, puked, passed out in an alley or hooked up with an ugly person.  So, really, mission accomplished, yes?

 

Poutine

Best.Drunkfood.Ever.

So, um, did I miss some sort of memo that said we aren’t supposed to be drinking anymore? Has drunk blogging jumped the shark and I’m the only one who doesn’t know it? WTF is going on here people?  Do you even know that it’s Halloween week???  Whyfore is no one here????

Anyway, went out for ladies night.  We all dressed in our little black dresses.  It was oh so sex in the city.  Or so I’m told.  I’ve never seen sex in the city, being cable deprived such as I am.  We had cheap drinks at Cafe Crepe (after a wine tasting at Ag Sci) and then we went to the Caprice.  I have some wicked awesome good photos.  But I’m too friggin lazy to upload them now and put them on here. SO no photos for you.

OK, now I have to figure out where the frig I put my contact lens case.  And drink some water.  And then crawl into bed.  Oh bed, I love my bed.

 

Windsor is so ghetto.

$6.95 pitchers at Big Dicks.
Enough said.

Side note: Yes, everything here sounds like a strip club.