A Friday of Firsts
Well Friday was a day in the life of me in which I did a lot of things I usually would not do. It will forever in the annuls of time be known as "The Friday of Firsts".
And what better day for it to happen on then on the 1st of the month.
What!?!
It was the 10th of the Month. DAMMIT! That really screws things up.
Anyway, the first....er.....first thing that occurred is that Audrey and I thought of a way to not exercise and skip right to dinner and beer. Ok, that is not a first. I may have actually lost track of the times we have convinced each other not to run or head to gym. The excuses are usually pretty good.
Stuff like:
1) We had a really good workout the day before
2) We are sore and deserve a day of rest
3) I need to head home early cause friends are coming over to drink
4) I am already drunk
I feel these are all valid reason not to exercise. Feel free to use these when necessary.
So Audrey and I and her roommate, Christel, head out for dinner. This is where things get interesting. I went out to have sushi. As a meal. That is all I ate. All you can eat sushi at a place called "Fish on Rice". I told Audrey and Christel just to order what they like and I would try items as required. I have to say that I was very nervous. The food was ordered and started to arrive very quickly. Soup, rolls, fish, chicken wings.
This was it. Sushi was in front of me. I started to cry. Tears are streaming down my face. Christel tried to console me that saying the first time that she had sushi she only gagged a little. This, strangely, did not make me feel any better. Audrey just looked me straight in the eyes and said something that I may never forget.
"Suck it up PRINCESS."
The magic words. A challenge to my testicular fortitude. This is all I needed. I wiped the tears from my face and started to eat. I started easy with avocado rolls, deep fried prawns, edamame beans.
What?
Yes. It is an old Japanese delicacy. Edamame dates back to the time of Wang Chung Dynasty under the iron fist rule of Emperor Susuki Grand Vitara. It was once the primary export of the Osaka Region.
Then it was time for the Tuna and Salmon sashimi. That did scare me. But I was a total trooper. I made it. I tried everything on the table. Ok, not everything. I drew the line at deep fried tofu. I had a suspicion that would have been like eating deep fried ass so I stayed away.
So we left the Sushi place and the rest of the night of firsts was on the way. My company for dinner invited me out for the evening. I thought about this briefly. Thoughts of lying on the couch at home alone for another Friday was very tempting but I decided I should try and get out and socialize a little more. So we started drinking beer at their place. Then they asked if I would like to go to Big Star. I responded gleefully, "What the HELL is Big Star?"
Apparently it is a country bar on Kingsway. I had never heard of this place and so this would be another first. After a couple shots of something creamy and I think strawberryish we heading to the bar. The rest of the night involved several more beers and more shots. By the end of the night, about 2:10am, I had a couple thoughts.
1) I am really drunk and this could start to go badly
2) I think I hurt my back dancing to "Jump Around" by House of Pain.
3) I think I am about to have a shot of tequila. I see a lime. I see what I think is tequila. I decide not to ask and just drink it back instead.
This is the point where I really decided that my beer and I have an amicable break up. In order to do this I set my beer on the table and then sat on a bench about 8 feet away. Just out of arms length. This accomplished two things. First, I wasn't drinking for a moment. Two, my back really loved it. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! What! Another shot? WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Down the hatch.
About 5 minutes later the house lights come up. All 17 people in the bar, including the 6 of us, leave.
Here is interesting thing about the Big Star. I had never heard of it. Not even hinted of. In the span of a weekend and had attended said location and then my teammates at baseball said they went the next night. From zero knowledge to two references in one weekend. That is simply, to quote James Lipton, scrumtrilescent.
The rest of night involved a stop at A&W and the trip back to Audrey and Christel's place containing a couch with my name on it. I managed to keep things together, felt I had a really good time, met some pretty cool people, and finally went to bed around 5:00am. I had almost been up for 24 hours. No wonder I was completely out of it. No wonder that bench at the bar called my name like the Sirens to the Greek sailors. It was like univerity all over again.
I don't have any pictures but I have an artist's rendition of what part of the night looked like. The art is a little rough but it was something close to this:
And what better day for it to happen on then on the 1st of the month.
What!?!
It was the 10th of the Month. DAMMIT! That really screws things up.
Anyway, the first....er.....first thing that occurred is that Audrey and I thought of a way to not exercise and skip right to dinner and beer. Ok, that is not a first. I may have actually lost track of the times we have convinced each other not to run or head to gym. The excuses are usually pretty good.
Stuff like:
1) We had a really good workout the day before
2) We are sore and deserve a day of rest
3) I need to head home early cause friends are coming over to drink
4) I am already drunk
I feel these are all valid reason not to exercise. Feel free to use these when necessary.
So Audrey and I and her roommate, Christel, head out for dinner. This is where things get interesting. I went out to have sushi. As a meal. That is all I ate. All you can eat sushi at a place called "Fish on Rice". I told Audrey and Christel just to order what they like and I would try items as required. I have to say that I was very nervous. The food was ordered and started to arrive very quickly. Soup, rolls, fish, chicken wings.
This was it. Sushi was in front of me. I started to cry. Tears are streaming down my face. Christel tried to console me that saying the first time that she had sushi she only gagged a little. This, strangely, did not make me feel any better. Audrey just looked me straight in the eyes and said something that I may never forget.
"Suck it up PRINCESS."
The magic words. A challenge to my testicular fortitude. This is all I needed. I wiped the tears from my face and started to eat. I started easy with avocado rolls, deep fried prawns, edamame beans.
What?
Yes. It is an old Japanese delicacy. Edamame dates back to the time of Wang Chung Dynasty under the iron fist rule of Emperor Susuki Grand Vitara. It was once the primary export of the Osaka Region.
Then it was time for the Tuna and Salmon sashimi. That did scare me. But I was a total trooper. I made it. I tried everything on the table. Ok, not everything. I drew the line at deep fried tofu. I had a suspicion that would have been like eating deep fried ass so I stayed away.
So we left the Sushi place and the rest of the night of firsts was on the way. My company for dinner invited me out for the evening. I thought about this briefly. Thoughts of lying on the couch at home alone for another Friday was very tempting but I decided I should try and get out and socialize a little more. So we started drinking beer at their place. Then they asked if I would like to go to Big Star. I responded gleefully, "What the HELL is Big Star?"
Apparently it is a country bar on Kingsway. I had never heard of this place and so this would be another first. After a couple shots of something creamy and I think strawberryish we heading to the bar. The rest of the night involved several more beers and more shots. By the end of the night, about 2:10am, I had a couple thoughts.
1) I am really drunk and this could start to go badly
2) I think I hurt my back dancing to "Jump Around" by House of Pain.
3) I think I am about to have a shot of tequila. I see a lime. I see what I think is tequila. I decide not to ask and just drink it back instead.
This is the point where I really decided that my beer and I have an amicable break up. In order to do this I set my beer on the table and then sat on a bench about 8 feet away. Just out of arms length. This accomplished two things. First, I wasn't drinking for a moment. Two, my back really loved it. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! What! Another shot? WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Down the hatch.
About 5 minutes later the house lights come up. All 17 people in the bar, including the 6 of us, leave.
Here is interesting thing about the Big Star. I had never heard of it. Not even hinted of. In the span of a weekend and had attended said location and then my teammates at baseball said they went the next night. From zero knowledge to two references in one weekend. That is simply, to quote James Lipton, scrumtrilescent.
The rest of night involved a stop at A&W and the trip back to Audrey and Christel's place containing a couch with my name on it. I managed to keep things together, felt I had a really good time, met some pretty cool people, and finally went to bed around 5:00am. I had almost been up for 24 hours. No wonder I was completely out of it. No wonder that bench at the bar called my name like the Sirens to the Greek sailors. It was like univerity all over again.
I don't have any pictures but I have an artist's rendition of what part of the night looked like. The art is a little rough but it was something close to this:
posted by Duncan McAllister at 7:52 p.m.
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