these are the humans i associate with?!

becca’s 4am dance-time hangouts on top of my fridge… waiting for a bagel

kevin, wearing my snuggie THE WRONG WAY (also sporting my pink leopard print panties)

blackout bizkoti- dead to the world

kevin’s pre-party-bubble-bath

becca and andrew’s post-party-pre-birthday-party nap

post birthday party breakfast- liquids only 😦

kevin pouring beer on his crotch, in fact confirming that yes, this one’s for his homies

the montrealers came in friday night and we went to a show down the street. casey’s band slept over that night and we partied until all hours of the morning. saturday was spent napping and cleaning. that night the troops came over for my birthday party. my engineer friend rob made a double sided beer bong that stood about 7 feet tall. i beer bonged a 40 of malt liquor (didn’t die), danced to new order until 4 in the morning with dan, and ate bagels on my fridge with becca and kevin.

on sunday night bizkoti and i went to modnight. i was a successful night until about 3:30 am. i’ll save you all the gory details but pranks were played, windows were broken, bizkoti almost bled out on my living room floor, ambulances were called, 7 hours were spent in the ER/OR, hospital supplies were successfully pulled from shelves and put into my purse (i pay my taxes, dammit!), my sarcasm was rudely denied by approximately 5 different doctors (the operating room is not a funny place at 6 in the morning- who knew?!), mc donald’s breakfast was consumed in my bed at 11:30am monday morning upon my return, and my back was rubbed until i fell asleep.

it was a 4 inch laceration and she barely missed her achilles tendon and an artery. suffice it to say DIS BISH WAS LUCKY!

anyway, bizkoti is resting up at her mum’s place in the east end of the city, and is under strict orders not to stand on it for at least 7 days. luc was amazing enough to stay at my place, mop up the pints of blood she lost, and take care of moose the cat while i was taking care of bizkoti and robbing that hospital blind. needless to say i made an amazing first impression on my neighbours (who i’d only met a few hours previously), and i totally had to turn the pizza man away (who we’d called on our way back from the bar). bizkoti was a champ though, and mostly held her shit together (until the needles came out), and i’m just happy she’s okay.

although slightly jealous that she’s on bedrest and eating pizza in her underwear, watching cable at her mum’s place for a week straight.

maybe i should start kicking people’s windows in?

i’m only half-kidding.

i have honestly never seen that much blood in my life.

it was some straight up CSI shit!

i am basically horatio.

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6 thoughts on “these are the humans i associate with?!

  1. Kevin looks very introspective in the tub.

    Tell Biz from me that if she wants to kick in windows, buy a pair of steel toed boots first and WEAR THEM during this activity. Important safety tip.

    Glad you all survived with Achilles tendons intact.

    *smooch*

    • oh man! i have about 10 pictures of kevin giving himself bubble-underwear and elvis-bubble-hair. we’ve been friends since we were kids! he’s probably the only friend i have who is comfortable enough with me (and his heterosexuality) to wear my panties, and ask me if i can “please bathe” him.

      i’ll pass on the advice!

      although i’ve already threatened homicide if she does it again.

  2. OMG! That weekend sounded amazing until the blood! Please tell me there will be no more kicking of windows, that shit is just odd. Glad you had a fab birthday weekend and that Biz is ok

    x

    • it was a fabulous birthday weekend minus bizkoti’s near-death experience on my living room floor!

      she’s doing much better- i woke up to a bloody picture text from her this morning! her sense of humour is still intact, which is a+

      xo

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