A Night to Remember...
I had just finished my tour of duty at Onondaga Camp and was heading home to get ready to get married in only 9 days (September 05). Because I had been up north I had not been much help, so the next couple of days were crucial.
I got home and sort of unpacked, and hung out with the girl of my dreams. It had been a while since we had spent any time just the two of us so it was great to be back.
We did get some work done, finishing the mass amount of wooden coasters and wine stoppers and going over any last minute details.
Then came a day that was fun... but unfortunatley not remembered by me so well.
A few of my friends organized a small but well represented group of my friends to take me out for a Stag party. Represented were: Mc (Brother), Shawn, Stu, Roseman (from Stratford), Nick, Sho, Lutz (from Onondaga) Jayme, Jeff, Darryl (from PineCrest) Mac, Dave (from London) and a lot of quick visits from others throughout the night.
The evening began with sitting on my front porch drinking our faces off and eating delicious BBQ. This we eventually got bored of and walked downtown to find some other venue to serve us some drinks. First up was T.J. Baxters where we met up with a bunch of other good people. We ate some pickles, drank and talked it up with whoever we saw. Then after many shared beverages, it was off to the other side of the street to Barneys. See now, this is where things begin to get a bit foggy. I do remember most of my time there but leaving... nope. I was walking around pretty much butting into conversations and speaking my mind whenever I possibly could. To add to this, I was made to wear this old canvas bucket hat which resulted in the boyz to start calling me "Coach"... which also was not remembered by me. I do not remember leaving that bar but there are a few other flashes of memory that have somehow made it back into my system.
One: finding myself in the rippers, without a drink, and deciding then to stand up and get the hell out of there.
Two: finding myself on a rooftop... scary, and deciding that this can't be good so I turned around.
Three: finding myself in my washroom, so I washed my hands and made my way to bed.
Now waking up the next moring, I of course was a little rough... ok, a lot rough, but at least I was mobile.
From what I have pieced together, my timeline was pretty much bang on but there were a lot of adventures that didn't stick around inside my brain... which I now believe is a good thing.
I guess the "Coach" (as I would like to call him) did a whole bunch of things that were pretty crazy:
He almost started a few scuffles while talking it up with people. Ate some street meat. Would randomly run away from everyone including one episode where somehow he managed to get on the other side of the road then all of the others (cars in between), had to be held by the belt to not get away, managed to escape and made it up a fire escape to a rooftop but had enough wit to decide on his own that it was a bad idea to be up there, drank whatever was put in front of him, ate some pizza, threatened to flick all of his friends in the eyeball many times, drank some water, threw up on the floor of his house, made the slowest and vulgarity filled crawl to the washroom where he managed to sleep with his head in the linen closet.
I do imagine that there were other stories that erupted from that night but who knows who would remember. I do know that from what I took from it... it was a lot of fun, but I am glad (and so is my liver) that it will only have to happen once in my life.
Now to wait... patiently for the next victim to emerge. I will keep the hat around for only that reason and I plan to create more nights where the "Coach" will interupt and takeover one of my dear friends for a little while, so I can enjoy some laughs at their expense... I can't wait.
Slater
I got home and sort of unpacked, and hung out with the girl of my dreams. It had been a while since we had spent any time just the two of us so it was great to be back.
We did get some work done, finishing the mass amount of wooden coasters and wine stoppers and going over any last minute details.
Then came a day that was fun... but unfortunatley not remembered by me so well.
A few of my friends organized a small but well represented group of my friends to take me out for a Stag party. Represented were: Mc (Brother), Shawn, Stu, Roseman (from Stratford), Nick, Sho, Lutz (from Onondaga) Jayme, Jeff, Darryl (from PineCrest) Mac, Dave (from London) and a lot of quick visits from others throughout the night.
The evening began with sitting on my front porch drinking our faces off and eating delicious BBQ. This we eventually got bored of and walked downtown to find some other venue to serve us some drinks. First up was T.J. Baxters where we met up with a bunch of other good people. We ate some pickles, drank and talked it up with whoever we saw. Then after many shared beverages, it was off to the other side of the street to Barneys. See now, this is where things begin to get a bit foggy. I do remember most of my time there but leaving... nope. I was walking around pretty much butting into conversations and speaking my mind whenever I possibly could. To add to this, I was made to wear this old canvas bucket hat which resulted in the boyz to start calling me "Coach"... which also was not remembered by me. I do not remember leaving that bar but there are a few other flashes of memory that have somehow made it back into my system.
One: finding myself in the rippers, without a drink, and deciding then to stand up and get the hell out of there.
Two: finding myself on a rooftop... scary, and deciding that this can't be good so I turned around.
Three: finding myself in my washroom, so I washed my hands and made my way to bed.
Now waking up the next moring, I of course was a little rough... ok, a lot rough, but at least I was mobile.
From what I have pieced together, my timeline was pretty much bang on but there were a lot of adventures that didn't stick around inside my brain... which I now believe is a good thing.
I guess the "Coach" (as I would like to call him) did a whole bunch of things that were pretty crazy:
He almost started a few scuffles while talking it up with people. Ate some street meat. Would randomly run away from everyone including one episode where somehow he managed to get on the other side of the road then all of the others (cars in between), had to be held by the belt to not get away, managed to escape and made it up a fire escape to a rooftop but had enough wit to decide on his own that it was a bad idea to be up there, drank whatever was put in front of him, ate some pizza, threatened to flick all of his friends in the eyeball many times, drank some water, threw up on the floor of his house, made the slowest and vulgarity filled crawl to the washroom where he managed to sleep with his head in the linen closet.
I do imagine that there were other stories that erupted from that night but who knows who would remember. I do know that from what I took from it... it was a lot of fun, but I am glad (and so is my liver) that it will only have to happen once in my life.
Now to wait... patiently for the next victim to emerge. I will keep the hat around for only that reason and I plan to create more nights where the "Coach" will interupt and takeover one of my dear friends for a little while, so I can enjoy some laughs at their expense... I can't wait.
Slater
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