you want drunken opening day pictures?
you know i can't deny you.
here we are before anything of note happened:
we look pretty good for a couple of fools who are getting their drink on at 10am, no?
things started to get interesting when a bar regular that we randomly ran into started buying us shots of crown royal...
i no likey shots of crown royal.
but, i CAN put on a positive face in the name of opening day.
i mean, come on.
i am no amateur.
pretending that you likey shots of crown royal when they really make you want to vomit on yourself can mean danger.
DANGER! IT'S A DRUNKEN VINNY!
(who, shortly after this photo was taken, disappeared to take a time-out [read: nap] in the alleyway behind the state theatre for, like, three or four hours.)
DANGER! HIPPIE SARAH HAS HER BOOB OUT!
TOO MANY SHOTS OF CROWN ROYAL MAY LEAD YOU TO BE ATTRACTED TO RANDOM THINGS...
tiffany says: well, hello there...wall. you're looking mighty sexy today. would you like to buy me a drink?
on the way home, i took this picture of myself, so that my exact level of drunkeness could be preserved in hard copy for all of history...
all in all, i have to say i didn't do too badly. i mean, expecially considering that i must have been treading on really dangerous ground for a second there...you know, with that little wall episode.
i've certainly had opening days which ended far worse than this one...
in fact, while you guys are busy enjoying my beautiful photos, i think i'll go ahead and start working on the story--what i can remember of it--of opening day two years ago.
it is a scary story, so be prepared. but, what can i say? apparently bad things happen when a girl decides to go downtown for opening day, even though she doesn't have tickets for the game.
i don't want to give too much away, but i'll tell you this much:
the day ended with me, alone, sitting on a stool at a strip club, crying my eyes out.
i know you probably can't wait to hear this one...