Nothing good ever happens after 2AM

I now have newly found respect for pumpkin throwing contest, especially after being wore as a hat by a wino-bro. Friday night was party night, and party we did. It is not everyday that someone turns 30 and actually, it is not everyday that someone wears a pumpkin as a hat. Focus on the 30.

Party is all about knowing your limits. When you turn 30, party suddenly become about breaking what you think your limits are. On that day where you get the big 3-0 your are obviously doomed to make a fool of yourself. This is, of course, until your bro goes all out and wicked on a curious batch of aged-homemade wine. I did not turned 3-0 this past weekend, neither did I tried the home-wine. I was simply dragged along one fun party, never against my will. To think I almost missed the party by falling asleep on the couch for 2 hours. I would have avoided the awkward next morning hangover, but would have passed on, not passed out, on some good laughs.

Parties are really about people, location, music and food. Food was good, as in Sushi and Wings. Music was good as in Death Cab, Broken Social scene, Bloc Party, The Shins and all the bands that you know but can't identify. Location was just fine, one brand new house, one new bar, one VIP pass. People where, well funny and you can imagine, very drunk.

At least we got one Escort 1991 and one not-so-drunk lady to drive us around. Around as in one way to the bar because really, things got out of control over there... Apparently VIP does not only stand for V-something, I-something P-enis. (OK guys laugh hard a this one). It also stands for no lineup, no cover charge and cheap booze. Couple of Gin Tonic and one table full of tequila shots later, we realized bars in New-Brunswick close 1 hour too early. It was 2AM, we already had our McDonald's and for whatever reason, the only appealing option was wherever more tequila was available. From there nothing good happened. Involving cab rides left and right, people lying around the toilet (not I, how surprising) and 2 and a half bottle of Tequila... It was just like Tijuana, minus passing out in a dark alley, off the counter painkillers and Mexican weather.

We've learn a great deal on Friday night. Not. All needed to know is:
- Wear a pumpkin as a hat, not on a neighbour car
- Do not drink Milk at McDonald.
- Stay away from Tequila.

And that pumpkin thing, Pumpkin throwing contest can be compromising, especially when it is late and intoxicated. Nothing good ever happens after 2AM right?