Happy Birthday To Me!

Well, it’s official, Paul Ritter is now 19! It’s exciting, I know. So, how was my weekend? Well, let me tell the tale.

First, let’s start with Friday night, shall we? I expected to have a pretty relaxing evening, talking to Jill, watching some TV and/or movies, maybe playing some Counter-Strike. However, that assumption was quickly brought to an end when my buddy called me up after he got off work to say he was on his way to pick me up to celebrate my last chance at illegal underage drinking. We made a quick pitstop at the mall to pickup some snacks (to solve our inevitable munchies, of course) and then headed over to setup some Rock Band and other shit. As a “right of passage,” I was immediately told to do a shot of Jim Beam Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey (which, from my Alberta Premium experience, was a lot harder than you (or they) might have thought). Anyways, I downed the shot and washed it down with some foam from the Heineken mini-keg. After a few drinks we polished off a few songs on Rock Band and were ready to hit the bong. We punched a few pretty big cones continued our rock-fest. After awhile (and in the wee hours of the morning) we eventually started coming down from the alcohol/shake buzz, but the night was far from over; Dan rolled one of the most impressive joints I’ve ever seen, and between the three of us we finished it off in a few pulls during a quick walk around the block. We came back, and sitting down, realized just how high we really were. We played a few more jams and I headed back to my room sometime around four in the morning (I knew I still had some cleaning to do and squeeze in a bit of shut-eye prior to my baby’s arrival a few short hours later). I gave the room a quick cleanup (although I don’t really remember doing it since I was so baked, but when I finally got up the following morning it appeared as if I did a pretty decent job ;)). So, let’s move onto Saturday… (more…)