You can sit around and whine about how you don't have anything to do, or you can make your own fun and convince your friends to be a part of it. Even if it's a large, over-the-top, grandiose idea that ends up taking a zillion years to plan, and probably a lot of money too. Hooray for Jill. I woulda thought of it, but I woulda been way too lazy to execute.
And so, I spent my day yesterday in a giant Amazing Race type booze-a-thon event that had me running (yes, running) around the entire city like a maniac with my fellow team members. The Pinko Commie Hippie Fags, as we called ourselves. There was hula-hooping, jump rope, something with stacking plastic cups in pyramid formation, something with guitars that I can barely remember. We may have stolen an Italian flag off of someone's house. And of course, there was more booze than I've consumed in a long, long time. Our team cheated hardcore and we still didn't even come close to winning this thing, but it was a lot of fun. Minus the 37 degrees with the humidex thing. And boy, do my legs hurt today. And I kind of wished Honest Ed's would have been a stop - I can find anything there in record time. We would have kicked ass finding toothpicks at Honest Ed's faster than anyone.
I do believe I am a serious liability to have as a teammate. I smoke too many cigarettes and am easily winded. I am not strong, nor am I coordinated. Music trivia is not really my thing, unless it's country music trivia, but uh, seriously, why would it be? I try my damndest to keep up with the best of them in a drink-off, but when it all comes down to it, I'm a tiny tiny girl. Can't fight nature. I'm sure I can drink more than your average 100 pound girl, but there's only so much a 100 pound girl can drink without you know, falling over. Woohoo for the hula-hooping. That, I rule at.