On Friday, the Cold Laker I ran into was my old school chum Justin. I haven't seen him in literally years (although he's apparently seen me driving around Cold Lake in the last month) but that didn't stop me from immediatly launching into a rant.
"I need to tell you something," I said, unwrapping the ice cream cone in my hand. "Today's my birthday and for some reason I really wanted to smoke a birthday cigarillo. But I have no idea how to smoke and I was afraid that I was going to light myself on fire. So, instead, I had to settle for this birthday ice cream cone. It's kind of upsetting."
Justin looked in bemusement at me and he reached into his car. He pulled out two mini-cigars and a blue lighter. "Happy birthday," he said, putting them in my hand.
And then I had both a birthday ice cream AND a mini-cigar. I was pretty much the happiest birthday girl ever! (I didn't smoke it, though. The fear of lighting myself on fire was too intense. That, and I didn't like the idea of having a smoky car.)
On Saturday, we found a patio and Alex got his olive fix for the day. (Like Alex's custom-made wallet? My co-worker and friend Jordy made it for him. She also made me a bag, which is pretty much my new favourite thing ever and matches everything I own. You can check out her designs here.)
That night, we went to Chloe's house for the Girl House* kegger. Amanda and Steve were still thoroughly enjoying the sweet wrist caressing move I had taught them three weeks earlier. They weren't even prepared for the latest form of affection I had discovered: caterpillar kissing.
Earlier in the day, curiousity about kissing prompted some solid research time on wikipedia. (Kissing has always seemed kind of absurd to me. I mean, who decided to stick their lips together in the first place? I had to find out!) I read all about butterfly kissing, French kissing and Eskimo kissing. But it was the caterpillar kissing that caught my attention.
Chloe let me demonstrate to the group exactly how caterpillar kissing works: you rub your eyebrow against your partner's eyebrow. (Check out the guy in the background leaning in to check out the intense caterpillar action!)
It's time to introduce you to someone. His name is Paul (pictured on the left). Paul was standing in the corner talking to Chris and I couldn't stop staring at him because he looked so familiar. And then it hit me.
"Alex," I said, leaning in quietly. "Doesn't that guy look kind of like Dan?"
Alex started laughing. "That's funny, because I was just thinking he looks a lot like David Berry. [pictured here on the right of Paul] But yah, he does look kind of like Dan."
[Just for reference, this is Dan in a photo that I quite unceremoniously stole from Facebook.]
"If David Berry and Dan Grey had a secret love child, I'm pretty sure he would look exactly like that guy. Let's call him 'Dan Berry.'"
And then, because I'm a creep, I told Paul that we had decided to name him Dan Berry and why. He quickly left the room.
There were a surplus of Ontariotonianons at the party. I had invited the interns from the Edmonton Journal, including Jen (second from the right), my editor at McClung's.
And then before we knew it, the Ontariontonians were teaching the Albertans a new drinking game: Flip Cup. Alex Dodd, resident Ontarion, is picture here demonstrating proper Flip Cup technique to Amanda's brother.
Perfect form. At first I was skeptical, because I don't believe in drinking games where no one has the possibility of getting hurt. But Flip Cup won my heart. (However, to all of your who keep calling the drinking card game "Kings"--the proper name of the game is Sociables. But then again, in Australia it's called "Ring of Fire" and there are variations on it. But it's just so much fun to yell out "SOCIABLES!" everytime the Sociables card gets pulled.)
, Basically, Flip Cup is like a relay race with two teams consisting of four people each. The first person has to chug beer and then flip their cup upside down on the table. Once they successfully do this, the next person in their team can go. Whichever team finishes first obviously wins.
The team on the left (featured here high-fiving with all their cups successfully upside down, while the opposing team's final cup balances precariously on its edge in the wrong direction) were unbeatable. But they had more Ontario folk on their side.
And now, it's time for some pictures of me with people:
Josh! (Check out D-Dodd in the background eyeing me down for being a promiscuous caterpillar kisser.)
Thanks for the awesome time ladies!
(Nobody bothered guessing what part two of my gift was, yet. So I'm not telling until next Monday.)
*Seriously, people: if you have two or more roomates, it's necessary to name your dwelling in the most appropriate fashion possible. It prevents people from saying, "I'm going to Amanda, Kim, Chloe, Natalie and Jenny's house." Because what if you are friends with more than one person in the house? Well, obviously you don't want to pick favourites. Solution: plantation-style names for homes, a la China, 518, Homewood, Brunswick and Girl House.