Stag Weekend Come and Gone...

Well... the Stag weekend is over. All in all it was a good time unfortunately... my buddies can't really hold thier alcohol which decided to spew forth the next day... cancelling our trip to wonderland. Needless to say, I was pretty P.O'd. But let me back up a bit. I'll give you a bit of a rundown on Saturday night to the best of my abilities since I seem to have a few holes in my memories after about 9pm.

So Whitworth, Mike, Aultman, Chris (Whitworth's co-worker) and I started our evening at Hooters in Barrie for Whitworths stag. We attached a Skull and chain to Whitworth's ankle symbolizing the ol'ball and chain bit. He looked fairly stupid but it was quite the conversation starter so it was all good. Once the girls found out it was a stag, he was pretty much treated like royalty... granted royalty that is pretty far down the line and has been so inbred thier eyes are crossed, but royalty none the less. Stickers, Blow up boobs, shots, etc. We got there about 7:30 and just continued drinking like mad to get the evening started. By the time we left around 9:30 or so, whitworth and I were pretty much laced. I don't have any tolerance for alcohol anymore but I wanted to keep whitworth drinking so I thought I should lead by example. I drank a pitcher on my own with a few shots of something or other mixed in there in about an hour. That is ALOT for me and it was only the beginning of the night.

Flash Forward... Next bar.

The next bar we hit, there was a staggett going on so of course we started drinking with them. They even had a list of stupid stuff the bride had to do which they altered for Whitworth to do for the rest of the night. I won't get into specifics about the list but lets just say it could land us in jail if you asked the wrong person ("She sure as hell didn't look like no cop!" kinda stuff). Good thing Whitworth looked so harmless and stupid with the ball and chain, hooters stickers all over himself, and a pair of balloons that looked like hooters tied to his chest.

Flash Forward... Next bar.

K... i'm a lil fuzzy here. I think there was another staggett at this one... but can't quite remember. A lot more drinking involved. I think Aultman had to buy a couple girls some drinks after whitworth tried getting them to do something from the list... but once again... i'm a lil fuzzy here. I DO remember accidentally ripping off about a 15' handrail off the stair well wall. I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I guess I don't know my own strength when i'm drinking. The bouncer kinda gave me a funny look cause he knew I didn't do it intentionally and I don't think we wanted to mess with me anyways after I did that. Needless to say, I got the guys to leave there in a big hurry right after it happened.

Flash Forward... Next bar.

Now this could have been the rippers... which we got turned away from because we weren't sober enough. No biggie, I couldn't see straight at this point anyways.

Flash Forward... Next bar.

I have no idea on this one. I was just following the crowd and was totally incoherent.

Flash Forward... Next bar.

I think this was a country bar. Boy did I ever feel out of place! I hate country! and everyone was wearing cowboy hats and cowboy boots. So... I did what anyone would do when they are uncomfortable!... "Coor's please" I had a couple of those I think but by this time... my legs felt like jello.

Flash Forward... Next bar.

Now I think this one had a cover band playing that were really good. They did some Franz Ferdinand stuff and beastie boy stuff. Really good too. Had a few shots here but by now... everything tasted the same.

Flash Forward... Next bar.

Alright... i'm lost now. I can't remember anything from this one.

Flash Forward... Back to the hotel.

We were really toasted... Yet we were told whitworth HAD to have his contacts out otherwise he would get an infection. And he was in NO shape to do it. He kinda passed out halfway between the bathroom and the hall. Aultman kept trying to get them out but he's never worn contacts before so I ended up doing it. Granted it took me awhile to figure out which set of eyes looking up at me were the real ones! You should not screw around with someones eyes when you are drunk!! Anyways... I got the lil bastards out with only mild damage to his pupils. Stupid idiot should have worn glasses! hehe

Flash Forward... the next day.

Alright... I was up at 5:30 and just stared at the cieling for a few hours not wanting to wake anyone up. I then hopped into the shower at 8 (still no one up), went downstairs and got breakfast which I then ate outside. Came back up... Still no one up. At this point i'm getting cheesed off. We were suppose to go to wonderland and the park opened at 10 but no one was ready to go yet. Mike and Aultman eventually got up and had a lil puking contest. Which sucked. But whitworth was totally wasted still. He FINALLY got some clothes on about 10:55.. 5 mins before checkout. It was deemed that wonderland was a no go since I was the only one that actually came through the night alright yet I drank more then anyone except whitworth! and not by much! So I was going to drive aultman and whitworth back to beeton then just head home. THAT SUCKED! I was SO looking forward to wonderland!! Anyways... I got about 30' from the hotel and had to pull over so whitworth could empty his stomach... AGAIN. There was no way I was going to take him on a 40 min drive back to beeton in that condition so we hit a tim hortons and waited it out for 1/2 hour. Eventually he settled a bit and we made it back to beeton where he promptly puked again then laid down in Aultman's spare bed.

And that... was the weekend in a nutshell.