I'll let you count

I'm not exactly sure how many signs there have been that this little sojourn that Greg, Jon and I have been planning may turn out to be an unmitigated disaster (an incredibly fun disaster, granted), but just recently, the count seems to have been escalating rapidly.

I'll give you a sampling from the last 3 days...

Sunday, about 4pm, I get a call from Jon...we have this exchange:

Jon: Hey, whatcha doin'?
Iain: Staring down a pint in a bar.
Jon: Damn...I just came down off a real tear...
Iain: Me, too...hence more staring, less drinking...
{beep, beep}
Iain: Hold on, that's Greg... {somehow operating call waiting} ...Hey.
Greg: Hey, where are you?
Iain: Pub, after practice...just grabbing a pint....
Greg: You have a problem, man...
[Editor's Note: Greg dragged me out the previous night, as noted below, when his buddy Chris came to town]
Iain: Yeah, I know...Jon's on the other line, tho...call you back?
Greg: K, bye..
Iain: Later... {again, somehow operating call waiting...I'm a little stunned at this point, myself} ..Hey...
Jon: You didn't cut me off? I'm impressed...I always cut people off...
Iain: Usually I do, too....but anyway.....
[Editor's Note: Yes, these are two graduates of the Queen's engineering program marvelling that one of them managed to operate his cell phone with the vaguest proficiency.......perhaps worth noting that neither of us were in Elec, but I'm not sure that's much of a defence...]
Jon: Yeah, so...you haven't booked anything for the trip yet, have you?
Iain: No....
Jon: Good, cuz my buddy who's coming doesn't have a passport.
Iain: You're kidding, right?
Jon: No, seriously....I guess we have to go to either May-hee-ko or Domincan, huh?
Iain: I assure you I have no idea....

In other news, as of this post, I have only seen Greg for about 5 or 10 minutes since we left the bar Saturday night (I went straight home, what with band practice and all....but he wanted to continue to party with his friends from home)...and it was at about 6 this morning, just as I was getting up, and he was getting home from work...............perhaps it's worth noting that this isn't the first time this has happened...

Also, for the record, we have gone upwards of a week not seeing each other in the past, while still both sleeping in our apartment.... we were just on such ridiculously different schedules that we just didn't cross paths.....it actually got to the point Greg called from work one night to make sure I was actually around, and my door wasn't just closed on its own!

But I digress..........

Jon called again tonight...which I suspect had to do with the fact that he found me in a bar last time and didn't trust me to recall the incident..........which I can't really blame him for... it wouldn't be unprecedented..............

Jon: Whatcha up to?
Iain: Just finished dinner...
Jon: Good?
Iain: Yeah, the Subway lady outdid herself this time.
Jon: Nice.
Iain: You?
Jon: Just trying to decide between doing dishes and cracking a bottle o' rye.
Iain: Tough call.
Jon: Not really....the dishes have been there for a week.....one more day won't hurt 'em...
Iain: I like your thinking!

Believe it or not, that was the high point of the conversation....we proceeded to recall (with amazingly vivid detail) when Jon, Justin and I "Rode the Bull" at QP (that's four 40 oz. Schlitz bottles in 4 hours), leading to the comment from Jon: "And that double rye to top it off? I couldda killed Justin for that one....but that was a good night!" Believe it or not, this came up because of a picture Greg took of Jon in Cuba in 4th year (with Jon's digital camera he hasn't used since, but will be bringing with him........bad, bad idea...but whatever) which he used as his picture in a blood pressure study Greg was doing at the time, for which Jon was a subject. The major issue with that was finding Jon sober enough to get a useful reading, but anyway... the next topic was various pros/cons relating to "locals" vs. "other vacationners" in Mexico (which I will most assuredly NOT post in detail).....and then continued on to discuss various times the Cops have pulled us each over (to use the term loosely) while we're just walking down the street:

Jon: So the Cop comes up to me, asking where I'm going...pissed as hell, I say I'm headed home....he tells me that they don't like people wandering around town after 2am...so I say "Since you're not doin' fuck all, d'you mind giving me a lift home?" and hop in the back of the cruiser...
Iain: So...let me get this straight.......hammered as all shit, you swore at a Cop and jumped in the back of his cruiser?!?
Jon: Yup!
Iain: You are retarded...
Jon: Hey, he gave me a lift!
Iain: Get the fuck out....... Wow.

My story wasn't nearly as interesting (or blatantly dumb), but it had a funny exchange:

Officer (at about 4am): Where're you headed?
Me: Home.
Officer: Why are you walking?
Me: I'm outta money.
Officer: Where are you coming from?
Me: Apache Burger.
Officer: Is that a bar?
Me: No, sir. It's a burger place.

Yes, you read that correctly....I took a cab all the way from downtown, to Apache (very much NOT on the way home), and then blew my last $10 on a burger and onion rings....leaving me at Kilping and Bloor at 3am in the rain with about eight cents in cash.........

I never suggested I was bright....and somehow I don't see a week in Mexico with these guys is going to help that much.........

Oh well. :)