If I thought any other event this summer would be the highlight – watching the sunrise on Cape Spear, the hot tub incident, or attending my ex-colleague’s wedding in Bay Roberts and riding the moose – I was wrong. So wrong.
In an effort to stop spending money, I joined Maggie and Hevs on Friday evening to watch Homeward Bound and have a quiet night in. I bought a cheap bottle of Chef’s homemade wine and settled in for the evening. We literally just sat around Maggie’s house, gossiping and crying over movies from our childhoods.
After the movie, we decided to drop down to The Republic for a beer. I bought ONE beer. Maggie was my voice of reason in this whole event. When Hevs offered to buy me another drink, I initially declined, holding fast to my resolve not to get hammered and spend more money. But then Maggie intercepted with, “You idiot, if someone offers, then it’s okay.”
We left when the bar closed with the intention of getting nachos. I was tipsy, but not shammered. When we stepped outside the door, a gorgeous Irish dude smuggling a giant 60-ouncer of vodka under a coat asked us if we would like to join him and his buddies for an after-party.
Actually, I was hell-bent on the nachos. I resisted, until Hevs and Maggie slapped me and said, “Are you insane? There’s like 10 cute guys here, and you want food?”
Durr.
Anyway, we climbed aboard a cab with some strange guys, bought some mix for the vodka and went back to their house. Then we partied, a lot. Just us girls, and a lot of dudes with sexy accents. I can’t remember anything momentous that happened, besides dancing, meeting people on the back deck, and then having a cute guy in a tux show up with a case of beer.
It was funny because I was flirting with one of Hevs’ friend up until that point, but the tux guy immediately grabbed my attention and we launched into a conversation about music. Turns out he’s a musician in a major band this side of Canada. I was having a freaking blast, and we were super into each other. I think it was the tux. In my mind, he even had a British accent. (He does not have a British accent, I just invent them when I’m drunk.)
At some point I realized I was beyond drunk and had to leave, so I stole Maggie away from Hot Irish Dude and headed home. At which point I locked myself out of the house, my phone had completely died, and I ended up crashing on Maggie’s couch. This was about…9 a.m.?
So naturally I didn’t wake until 3 p.m. I figured my roommates would have been worried about me, so I headed home only to find an empty house.
Five minutes later, Chef, TOR, Hickman and Hickman’s GF burst into the house. They called out, “CAAANDICE? Guess where we just were.” Then they told me the address of the after-party.
I literally screamed, “NOOOOOOOOO!” for five minutes. While everyone laughed.
They had apparently tracked down the house through Hevs. Hickman pulled up, popped his trunk full of golf clubs for self defense just in case my “head was in a bucket somewhere,” (real quote) then TOR and Chef went to the front door. The very confused tux guy answered while TOR placed her hand on her hips, and demanded to know where I was. Chef made some lame excuse about us going to the “cottage” (a term which doesn’t even exist in Newfoundland vocabulary).
The guy, horrified at this point, said, “Dude, I don’t know where she went.”
He got increasingly more annoyed with their badgering when Hickman yelled from the car, “CANDY, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE. YOU DANCE AT 4.”
Then they made a speedy getaway in Hickman’s car, all while the trunk was left hanging open.
So I probably won’t be hearing from tux dude.
But damn, my friends are awesome. And The Republic is now my new favourite pub. And I’m just living the Summer of Candice.
(Photo by epicbeer. Where the hell can I find this brew?)
I guess a night like that will make you lose track of time a little! It’s good to know your roommates are so concerned about you. So you’re not regretting passing up the nachos?
AHAHAHAHA. Excellent retelling
I love how I’m the voice of reason that convinced you to have more beer and go to after party ;D (I did keep your night cheap, at least!) I’m sure somehow, eventually, hanging out with me will be good for you…. 
That’s 2 weekends in a row I’ve talked you out of nachos and into adventure… one of these days, we will actually have nachos at the end of the night, I’m sure…
..and we will put our hands up in the air, sometimes, and say AYO.
I like to liquor candice up, free drinks is an offer no one can refuse ! might be extra money out of my pocket but the shinanigans she gets us into are definitely worth it ! haha
It’s always those “quiet nights” that turn into a shitshow…
I think Maggie might be a trouble maker, there are nachos to be had and you end up with a tux.
Sounds like you had a blast of a weekend! And I like the way your friend Maggie think except I would def gone for the nachos. But I also wouldn’t have been able to resist buying a thousand beers. Ahhh I need to learn how to save too.
Oh my Candy… I would so wanna be you on that night! Fo sheezy!
I lost my mini tamporine in this adventure and my kick ass peter pan pocket knife..but i guess it was worth it. haha
you didn’t lose ‘em, Candice stole ‘em ;D
Well looks like the roomates certainly look out for you. And you making it wide awake tuntil 9am, i take my hat off for you. I don’t think ill have any brain cells left if I go awake past 7am after a hard night of debauchery. Whichever kind of debauchery there is, even if it’s with nachos.
So much for the quiet night! Ahahaha!
Sounds like a good time!
Every once in a while I’ll read a post that’ll make me stop and IMAGINE it all happening, sometime recently, while I was probably asleep or watching Star Trek, somewhere out there in the world, and how awesome it must’ve been. Great story – and great roomies
And the Irish accents will do it every time!
dude, i can’t even handle irish accents.
they get me every time.
@hevs and maggie: thanks for making that night magical, it was truly the highlight of my summer. hevs, i have your tambourine and peter pan thingy, wtf? i think i was playing it outside of the pub. also, thank you for that beer. surely it was the tipping point.
@sabina: no regrets whatsoever!
@carissa and nashe: if you ever want to participate, please do! you can crash with me!
@linlah: i need more friends like that
@Cammy & Kate: for reals!
@PorkStar: i know, i’m trying to brace these years before i get too old and lame to even handle one beer anymore, ugh.
@emily jane: hahahaha, i’m glad you enjoyed the post! i still laugh thinking about it. my friends are absolutely amazing.
@brit: apparently it’s the british ones for me…
Epic is a local beer down here in New Zealand! Great stuff. Not sure where you’d get it in Canada… so make an excuse to come down underer.