Is this what a quarter-life crisis feels like? Damn.

After I wrote that whole thing about routine, I had a very irregular night. It started with a coworker and some tea. And a text message that said, “Want me to bring over that cake?” Well, hell yeah.

So we’re sipping tea and eating cake and then I get a text from my other coworker, the one who’s generally a bad influence. I said, “Hey, wanna come join our mind-blowing tea party?” And he’s all, “Hell yes, I’ll be over.”

The great thing is I updated my Facebook status announcing my tea party. Then I received a whole slew of comments plus MSN messages saying, “You mean a tea party with some bourbon and whisky?” I was mildly offended. I mean come on. Am I really that bad?

Then the other coworker shows up armed with alcohol and my tea party dissolved into a Samuel Adams and pinot noir party. Just like that. I’m sitting there in my dirty gym clothes having a civil evening involving fucking orange pekoe and women gossip and then two hours later I’m downtown drinking more beer.

The night before the NLC Beerfest.

(The best part is that my coworker later went back to get her sweater, and ended up getting smashed when some random men bought her tequila shots. Win.)

But I know the REAL thing everyone wants to read about is the epic event that is Beerfest. I’ll explain more about the actual event on CDTW, but the premise is five pretty ladies and unlimited beer for three hours. We’re handed glasses and given free range of the entire convention centre.

Beerfesting

Beerfesting

We had a freaking blast. First of all, my “team” was epic. We’re all non-whiners and big drinkers. The problem is we’re all absolutely competitive. So 30 minutes before the event was ending, we decided we hadn’t sampled nearly enough brands, and embarked on a beer relay race.

Team Awesome

Team Awesome

We started with the bar closest to the door and then set out slamming back drinks before moving onto the next booth. I can’t say for certain who won or if anyone even cared or if I was entirely playing the game alone and my female counterparts were figments of my imagination. Whatever the case, successful night.

Another thing I’ve noticed at these events is the overwhelming amount of beautiful men around. I’m beginning to think there’s more than I realize in the city, but I’m usually too distracted to notice them. My head was on a swivel the whole night. Unfortunately the only men who talked to us were 50+, stocky and bald.

We eventually made it back to the house were Chef and some people were getting festive. I might have inappropriately touched several people and texted people I shouldn’t have, but nights like those? Worth the hangover and morning shame. Sometimes.

Boys trying to fix chair by pointing at it.

Boys trying to fix chair by pointing at it.


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12 Responses

  1. carissa says:

    Looks like so much fun!!! hahaha I laughed so hard when I first saw your tweet about your tea party. I’m sorry I said that it never had a chance. If I lived any where near you I would have probably been the one bringing the whisky. LOVE IT! Also beerfest? I want to come!

  2. maggie says:

    haha, as soon as you said yo uinvited bad influence coworker over, I was not at all surprised your tea party turned alcoholic ;)

  3. OG says:

    Beer and inapporpriate touching/texting go hand-in-hand. Nothing unusual there. Nice work.

  4. Nancy says:

    hahahaha. beerfests are the best. this post has inspired me to round up some of my favorite wine/beer festival experiences…

  5. J says:

    I can’t imagine drinking all that beer. Honestly. My stomach is allergic to beer. It makes me feel like I ate a whole chicken. Every time.

  6. linlah says:

    There would be nothing better than tea actually turning into beer when you pour it out of the kettle.

  7. Camile says:

    Beerfest sounds amazing!

  8. I’m so jealous of you and your awesome fun. I’ve been saving mad and stuck on a no social life regime for what seems like forever now.

  9. Lola Lakely says:

    Ahhhh Beerfest. And I wasn’t there why? I mean we are fellow naughty redheads. There should be a seperate fest for that along.

    I didn’t realize that a civil evening involved fucking orange pekoe.

    I have missed you Candice, my love.

  10. admin says:

    @carissa: It’s ok Carissa, deep down we both knew!

    @maggie & sheri: next time Sheri, next time!

    @OG: More common than you know…

    @Nancy: I think I’m going to do a similar post for CDTW!

    @J: But beer adn chicken go GREAT together..?!

    @linlah: Patent that kettle invention IMMEDIATELY

    @Camile: it REALLY was!

    @Chris: Don’t be jealous…just think..EUROPE!

    @Lola: You get all crazy about dat orange pekoe too? I hear you and Brit and V are rendevouzing in Chicago…I’m mad jealous

  11. Hey Lady! says:

    I swear every day of your life sounds like a hilarious sitcom episode. I mean, we’re talking WAY better then “How I met Your Mother” or “The Big Bang Theory”. You could have your own awesome reality show. Better then that show with Tara Reid (which is good, she was always only half conscious).

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