I have no idea what the FACK he was saying, so I did what I used to do in church as a kid. Luckily they give you a little piece of bologna to chase it with.
He says, ,” and I fear that’s what I’ll be doing tomorrow all day if I attempt to keep up with his pace of drinking.
I love pop music and I’m drunk enough to attempt dancing. Plus, it’s loud, we’re drunk, and our conversation is starting to make little sense… Me: He walks me over to the coat check and hugs me goodbye.
But since I’m on a date with a nice guy, I’m going to politely send myself home.
I remember in university somebody told me that if you study drunk, you should take the test drunk. I’ve got guys from Toronto, Boston and Maui in there now. John’s, particularly the creepy downstairs part, called the Under Belly. When he arrives, I’m adjusting myself on my bar stool so that my butt crack’s not showing. This is both welcoming, and convenient, since I can hike my pants up before I sit back down. Not the forced Movember stache, but the au natural stache. My date escorts me into Christian’s, and signs me up to get Screeched in. Everybody on stage takes turns eating a banana out of a girl’s bing bang.
Apparently you’ll remember everything you studied drunk. I hope my fellow comedians understand the true fun of Tinder on the road. And even though I have my settings in search of dudes less than 30 miles away, there may be a glitch. He’s a little shy at first, but like my friend Gordo says, We settle up our tab and walk out on to George St. For my American readers, if you don’t know this ritual, you should Google it for two reasons: 1.
(Or at least that’s what we told each other at Carleton.) So if I’m really going to recount this night, I’m going to need three pints of craft beer, three Jack & Diet Cokes, a shot of Screech rum and God knows what else… I can land in a new city, open the app, and score a date for after the show. ) At first when I open the app, the pickings are kind of strange… So when I find a guy who is six miles away, I have to confirm. My blogs are already facking long enough, and I know that. You’re not gonna get a good description of this ceremony from a chick from Toronto. Not that the people I’m working with aren’t fun, because they are. The “reverend” of the Screech ceremony resembles the creepy fisherman from . I use way too many exclamation marks.) Two of the local comics drive me down to the Yellow Belly after the show. ) This is definitely one of my favourite bars in St. (Take that, Ireland.) I’m excited to become one of them. This reminds me of the time I was at the sex show in Amsterdam, and my friends made me go on stage when they asked for volunteers from the crowd. There’s no Shoppers Drug Mart, no Starbucks- not even a Tim Hortons. You can find some of the drunkest people in the world on this street. We walk in the Trinity Pub, and I immediately fall in love with this bar. He looks like he should have a hook for a hand, but instead he holds a giant paddle in one hand, and a dead cod in the other. He makes everyone getting “Screeched in” repeat after him… I can do Jagermeister and Jameson, but I gag a little on the rum.