I can't tell the whole story, it would take to long, but last years St. Paddy's day was a gooder that involved much more than I can remember and even more that I would like to forget... I wasn't driving, but in reality no one should have been...
- Driving through Galt Gardens park in Lethbridge. From the Studio 54 bar to The New Dynasty Restaurant; clear across the square.
- Losing a 7-11 cheesburger in the parking lot, remembering it 20 minutes later, and cut across a divider and 2 lanes of traffic to get back in parking lot and score said cheeseburger. (Was still warm!)
- Road surfing on pavement by hanging on the cab and mirror of truck while blasting around Henderson Lake doing 90+kmh. Shoes got a little warm.
- Tailgating police for blocks, mirroring their moves. It seemed funny at the time since we had enough incriminating evidence with us to spend at least a night in their barn.
- Shooting fireworks from the truck at anything and everything. And anyone.
- Mowing down pylons and roadblocks whenever the opportunity presented itself, which seemed to be often.
- Crashing a house party that was an odd mix of natives and punk rockers. Met a guy named Nugget who promised his crack was the best in town. Didn't find out.
- Re-enacted the scene from Dazed and Confused with the bowling ball and car window.
So many close calls that night, so many stupid stunts. We really slowed down on the drinking after that night. When this years St. Paddy's day came around myself and the buddies I was with the year before decided to stay home. No way we could top that night and we would die if we tried.
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