My life has become rigid.
Spontaneity dare not enter.
I work from 9-5. Attend the gym until 7. Eat supper and clean up until 9. Call my mother. Write. Bed at 1 a.m. Or later.
I could feel myself winding up. It was inevitable. I had planned to take it easy all this weekend in preparation for my big trip, but then TOR announced two of her friends were coming to stay with us.
You know those really rare occasions when you meet someone new and there’s some instant bond? Well, I had known one of the girls prior to their trip. But then it was like the four of us just came together in an epic infusion of sheer awesomeness. It was the best weekend I had in ages.
Friday night, we watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics and hung out at the house. By the time we left, we were all hammered. We lit up sparklers. We danced our faces off. Some guy told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and then took my phone number. I wasn’t the least bit into him.
Then we came home to find Chef and his buddies hanging out in his room. So we did what any normal people would do…we had a dance party. And took shots. And danced on the bed. And fell off the bed. Chef and I played Chatroulette until 7 a.m., and I’ve probably seen enough penis to last me a year. Just a year.
The next evening, I had an Anti-Men Valentine’s Day party to attend with some lady friends. Problem is, I’m pretty pro-men. I’m also the only remaining single person left in my group of friends. So I brought some beer with me.
By 11:30 Chef and his buddies were calling me and Lottie to join them. We did. I have many, many questions about Saturday night, but I do remember shaving some guy’s arm hairs, having a massive snowball fight, and falling at least six feet from atop a guy’s shoulders as we were headed home.
I love this chaos.
Not lying. The dude dropped me on my face, I did an amazing face-plant into the pavement. And then everyone ignored me. My other guy friend was complaining about a little scratch on his leg while I was eating gravel, and they left me there. My arms are bruised and so is my dignity.
Valentine’s Day, we made it all about the ladies. We treated ourselves to a greasy breakfast, heart-shaped candies and chick flicks. We cuddled on the couch in our sleeping bags. I successfully accomplished nothing, spent my hours in great company, and you know what? I couldn’t be happier.
Here’s to enjoying life, moments of spontaneity, flasks of rum in the street and pretty sparklers. (Warning: lots of squealing, and Newfie accents.)
Sparkler love from Candice Walsh on Vimeo.
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Haha, love the girl holding the booze in one hand and sparkler in the other
Gotta multi-task!
The squealing reminds me of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Bmhjf0rKe8
Lol, LOVE that!
BAHAHAHAHA. loves it.
makes me a bit sad, because if I had been back in Guelph, I likely would’ve had a similar weekend due to annual alumni hockey tournament…. not that I didn’t have a good weekend myself, but my weekend was definitely devoid of that level of drunken randomness
(last year, this weekend was the weekend i left for vegas, and i still partook in the hockey ’strategy’ meeting, which involved a lot of tequila, a grocery store parking lot adventure, and lots of bodies on the floor…. pretty sure i was still drunk the next afternoon. don’t remember getting to vegas at all, impressed i made it there alive…)
I wanna hear THAT story!
Hahaha! I WISH I had weekends like you. Sounds awesome! Except for the face planting/eating gravel part. Are you okay?
I have some weird thing going on with my arm and a major bruise on my ass (still, two weeks later), but mostly I’m ok.
Thanks for asking!
haha oh candice. all I remember of saturday night is running into you and your crew at the pub and filling the bar with squeals. it literally seemed like you guys were there for two seconds ( or maybe you were?) then you were gone
my next vivid memory ? my head hanging out of the car door while I heaved my guts up in front of a fire hydrant and my friend in the back seat saying preeeeeeeeettttttttttttty shots….ugh FML lol yours sounds like it was way better, minus the gravel face plant of course !
BAAAHAHA can’t believe you got sick! You totally didn’t seem that drunk at all, yet I was reeling.
Are those old school sparklers made with wire in the middle? If they are I’m beyond jealous of how awesome it is you have those.
Are they oldschool?! Dude, we use them all the time.
I assumed they spoke English in Newfoundland. I stand corrected!
HAH! Brush up on your NL knowledge.
Candice I love you so much!! This is just amazingness, except for the part where they left you with gravel on your face.. I woulda helped you up!! And I’m really really pissed right now because i can’t get the video to play.
Ill try again from work tomorrow. I’m dying to hear what you people talk like!!
and what in the world is Chatroulette??? Something that allows you to see penis? I’m intrigued!
Hehehe, did the video work afterwards?
oh Candice after Europe I’m hitting newfoundland to party with you
You MUST! I wanna drink like an Aussie.
Oh no, why would they leave you?! Not cool. I can’t wait to get up there and party with you. I’d be on the ground next to you, but probably because some dude dropped me on my fat ass after only being able to walk a step. Damn it.
Sparklers!
We can depend on each other, screw everyone else!
Can I steal you to DC? I think my friends would adore you.
Buy the ticket and I’m there!
Hahaha, I love drunken videos. Is it me singing ‘I’m so excited’??
It is! So cute.
Glad to hear you’re alive after the face plant. Yikes. Cool video. Sparklers rock, girl.
Just a few bruises to show! Hahaha. Thanks.
I’ve eaten gravel before.
It does not, no matter what they tell you, taste like chicken.
Kitty litter?
“An epic infusion of sheer awesomeness.” Great line! And the video is cute – you guys really do have accents! I’m glad you had such a relaxing weekend.
Thanks Sabina! It was greatly needed..even if it was followed up by a halifax weekend, haha.
Face planting doesn’t hurt when you’re all boozed up does it!
Nope, and my reflexes were surprisingly sharp!
Those sparklers are very sneaky…you think they’re sweet and innocent but they’re just waiting for the right moment to attack.
I’m just so happy my hair didn’t catch on fire.
um. 1. you blog WAY too much. i am so ashamed of myself and your internet presence only makes it worse.
2. i miss you.
3. what the hell? its like, i’m gone for a few weeks and all the sudden your not a crazy spontaneous alcoholic getting wasted every night of the week? that is crap. i’m sorry i did that to you.
Dude, I’m STILL an alcoholic…just more in moderate doses. Please come back!
four particularly hilarious things:
1) girl with sparkler in one hand, booze in the other
2) girl singing “i’m so excited”. major word throwback to jessie spano in saved by the bell.
3) you piggyback before gravel faceplant. (btw-glad you’re ok!)
4) everything else, haha
loves it.
LOL , forgot about that SBTB moment! So awesome!
Pure excellence.