Drinking in the Dark

Thanks Jack!

One of my girlfriends, DA, and I went into Toronto, the big city, for a conference that ended up being completely useless for our impending careers. We did, however, end up in a situation that will go down as one of the best days I’ve had in a while.

Order lunch and beer. Eavesdrop on next table over to hear about the brown guy’s random hookup. Don’t talk to each other because we’re too involved in his story.

Order beer #2, mostly because the train isn’t for another 50 minutes, and another beer is the only reasonable option.

DA gets given a free beer because they poured the wrong size. She doesn’t say no (obviously, because she is awesome). My Guinness is given in a dirty cup. Ask for a new one. DA asks the waitress not to spit in it. Valid request.

Lights in the bar go out. Still continue waiting for beer, obviously. We can drink without lights.

Given $25 gift certificate to apologize for the whole drinking in the dark thing. Excited to use that another day for more beer.

Beer arrives. Fire alarm goes off. No way in hell are we leaving our beers. Keep sitting there. People start scurrying to leave, all except us and the table beside us. We like these guys.

Smoky haze descends over bar. Still continue to drink.

Asked to leave by last waitress in the establishment. We try to put on our coats and drink our beers at the same time. DA loses an earring. Momentary lapse in exiting the restaurant as we crawl on the floor looking for said earring. Find earring. I run away.

DA is still drinking. Told we can drink on the patio. I run back to take my beloved beer.

DA and I drink on the patio in the snow on the coldest day of the year. Realize we didn’t have to pay and, because of the gift certificate, actually got paid to drink and eat. Best job ever. The conference, then, DID open us up to some career options…

Someone tells us we have to leave. We smile and raise our glasses.

Case in point.

Officially kicked off patio after everyone else has gone and fire trucks are arriving. DA chugs her beer. I try. Not as successful. Amateur.

Buzz from drinking two beers really fast hits us as we shriek and laugh our way back to the train station. I exclaim that was “fucking awesome!” Lady hears me. I apologize. She says, “Yeah, I hope so.” Bitch.

Trying to figure out the train schedule leads to us somehow speaking in British accents. DA dares me to ask for information in an accent. I do. Think the old Indian guy was on to me.

Try on hats in Union Station, exclaiming that “We don’t have these in England!”  

Due to our loud conversation in British accents, we can no longer go back to our Canadian accents. DA even has to speak to her son in an accent, and we laugh and text each other because we’re too afraid people will ask where we’re from and we didn’t come up with a back story.

Arrive back home to LM, who is there to pick us up and take us to the bar to continue drinking.

I am so lucky to have found these girls.

Love,

M