Lost in Bay Station

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.