[OMG!WTF!]

So I have this friend, let's call him DJ to protect the innocent. Last night DJ went to a "soirée" at a buddy's house. It was a 44th birthday party attended by mostly 40-somethings and as such was themed accordingly...middle age, the trials and tribulations of getting older. Or rather, not being twenty anymore.

There were gifts, monogrammed matches to burn the mortgage with some day, likely sooner than later. A count down to retirement clock radio. Socks with clips that say "Suspenders Rule". All good stuff.

There were vodka slimes. Horrible shooters with worse names. Dos Equis. Everything you need to relive the '90's which honestly, I thought was pretty cool.

And there were brownies. Little two biters. Homemade. Sofa king good.

So DJ had a few drinks. A few laughs. Mid eve he started feeling hot. He turned bright red. Thinking it was the last Slippery Nipple he decided to call it a night. He called a cab, got "home". Then it hit him.

DJ has been diligently trying to expand a business in Kelowna while maintaining his Calgary world. Life isn't so glamourous right now...especially in the borrowed RV parked at some creepy Happy Valley whatever RV park outside of Kelowna. So DJ's reaction to his surroundings upon arriving home was duly surprising and not normal in the slightest...let's be real...nobody's goin out with that guy. He lives in a freakin trailer on Happy Joy something lane.

Turns out no one told DJ those gorgeous two bite brownies were also part of the evening's themed events. The crunch was a chopped up 10mg Cialis pill sprinkled in to the mix. He had like two. Or admits to having two. It's possible he had up to four. Yea. Probably four. So 40 mg's.

The question he has is what now? I mentioned the four hour warning you get from the commercials to him. At this point it's just an annoying...off and on issue. Peeing indoors ain't happening. Luckily he lives on a gravel pad. I've sent him the Kelownafornia video. Not helping apparently.

The Google says this could last for two days. That's an issue. Would four pills last eight days? Is there an "antidote"? Is it Khloe Kardashian? Nevermind. I'm not sure I want that answer. The bigger question is...how did this happen? When the hell did we turn 40?

I'd feel much better if other questions of an ungoogleable nature wound up here. It's lonely out on that island.