Tri-Birthday Party
Derm, Juan Gab, and myself celebrated our respective birthdays on Saturday night. Derm turns 19 on May 12 (he still has to use a fake ID for a little while yet), Juan Gab turned 27 on April 27, and I hit the big 40 on April 30. The tone of the evening was set when we started with a tall boy in a "bus bag". I will share a "before" picture of us waiting at the bus loop (below). I will also share a "during" picture of us birthday boys at the Trap and Gill. The "after" pictures are too offensive for publication here.
Not only was there a good turnout at the Atlantic Trap and Gill, but also for the establishment that was on the agenda to close out the evening. Unfortunately, two of the three birthday boys were turned away at the door of said establishment. The combination of a narcissistic power-tripping bouncer and a drunk Newfie who couldn't keep his mouth shut ultimately forced a change of venues. We went to the Two Parrots instead after gorging on chicken poutine. I call the Two Parrots "Tom's bar" because the tosser got up on the table and sang "God Save the Queen" on his 22nd birthday (June 10, 2005) shortly before we dropped him off at Vancouver General Hospital for the night. But that is a different story.
The Two Parrots is where the photos become a blur. At some point during the festivities, I lost my cell phone (I figured this out the next day). There are pictures on my camera of us posing with the waitress at the two parrots. There is a video clip of the Derm singing "I's the B'y". Then there are pictures of us outside St. John's College and in the hallways. There is even one of Derm knocking on some poor soul's door. We may never find out whose.
The only pictures after entering the Two Parrots and before the next morning are of a party in Derm's room. Unfortunately the screetch shots (this is what I get for celebrating my birthday with a Newfie) caught up to me at this point. It shames me to admit it, but the Newfie soundly beat me on this night and I retired at about 4 AM whereas he apparently continued to party until 10 AM the next morning. Hats off.
Not only was there a good turnout at the Atlantic Trap and Gill, but also for the establishment that was on the agenda to close out the evening. Unfortunately, two of the three birthday boys were turned away at the door of said establishment. The combination of a narcissistic power-tripping bouncer and a drunk Newfie who couldn't keep his mouth shut ultimately forced a change of venues. We went to the Two Parrots instead after gorging on chicken poutine. I call the Two Parrots "Tom's bar" because the tosser got up on the table and sang "God Save the Queen" on his 22nd birthday (June 10, 2005) shortly before we dropped him off at Vancouver General Hospital for the night. But that is a different story.
The Two Parrots is where the photos become a blur. At some point during the festivities, I lost my cell phone (I figured this out the next day). There are pictures on my camera of us posing with the waitress at the two parrots. There is a video clip of the Derm singing "I's the B'y". Then there are pictures of us outside St. John's College and in the hallways. There is even one of Derm knocking on some poor soul's door. We may never find out whose.
The only pictures after entering the Two Parrots and before the next morning are of a party in Derm's room. Unfortunately the screetch shots (this is what I get for celebrating my birthday with a Newfie) caught up to me at this point. It shames me to admit it, but the Newfie soundly beat me on this night and I retired at about 4 AM whereas he apparently continued to party until 10 AM the next morning. Hats off.
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