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Work has been very hectic for me lately and it has come at some cost of my social life. I have been living under a rock for the last few months, barely emerging for friends and family. Yesterday was a whole different story

Two of my good friends were celebrating their birthdays at separate locations on the same day. Except for a casting call for the television series “Supernatural”, I was free all day and night. First stop was my buddy Milan’s birthday party held in another friend’s penthouse in Kitsilano. Right away the drinking ensued on the rooftop patio and my cranberry vodka was kept topped up with vodka only, the cranberry leaving a minimal red stain in the beverage. Lucky for me they had the BBQ going and I stuffed myself on steak and chicken to ease the alcoholic effects. Too bad it started raining, so we moved the party indoors. The birthday cake was served and the party moved on to a new nightclub called Modern.

I took this opportunity to remove myself and head on over to my next stop. My pal Jim (who hosts our regular UFC parties) was also celebrating his birthday at his Yaletown penthouse. More drinking and smoozing led to myself and a few friends taking off to the club Barnone to meet with some other friends. Barnone was packed, dark and hot so we decided to check out Modern, where Milan’s party had moved to. You guessed it, more drinking at Modern. I started dancing like a white guy. Yes, I was drunk. Saved by the bell, literally. Somebody had pulled the fire alarm so the club was evacuated while the fire department arrived. Our limos pulled up and the party moved to another friend’s pad in the Sheraton Wall Centre. Right upon entering a drink was shoved into my hand and shooters followed. How the hell did I do this all the time when I was younger!?!

Long story short, I ended up heading home around 7am. I had to be at work at 10am. I felt like crap and I was severely fatigued. Good times indeed, but I think growing old is a great excuse for me NOT to put my body through this abuse too often. My breakfast of Kentucky Fried Chicken with a side of crispy fries really hit the spot, I was ready to just eat a stick of butter

Check out this funny page from a book that was laying around. It explains how to carry someone who is too intoxicated. Note that it’s the woman carrying the drunk man. Awesome!

Posted on August 12th, 2007 by Leo
Filed under: Lucid Thoughts, Shooting Gallery