Drinking and bad jokes

Well, I have an answer to a question I didn't realize needed answering.  What ratio of sleep to work, factoring in drinking can I have, and still function?  Until Thursday, I hadn't even been drunk in this calendar year; not as a result of trying not to drink, the situation just didn't come up.

Thursday was one of my friends' birthdays, but as he had a midterm on Friday, he wasn't celebrating until the weekend.  It was also the birthday of one of my former co-worker's sister, and I went out to dinner with them and several other co-workers.  This will be nice, I thought to myself walking up there, I'll have dinner, watch the Canucks game, and catch up with people.  Then people started ordering rounds of tequila...

I have a picture on my phone I meant to use, but I'm too tired to go to the trouble of uploading it from my phone to the computer.  Google Image to the rescue.

That alone wasn't an issue, but our third round of those coincided with the Canucks scoring, to which I jokingly said "Look, when we drink, the Canucks score", which then implied to the rest of our group that we must drink often in the hopes of another goal.  My theory was refuted somewhat by the Canucks losing...  But oh well.

A rather expensive bill later, and the remaining 5 of us were now at a crossroad: to continue or to go home.  The birthday girl wanted to go downtown, so that's what we did, me, birthday girl and her sister, and two co-workers.

For anyone unfamiliar with the notion of dancing, I will say only that it requires some level of motor control.  So the fact that the birthday girl had all but passed out during the cab ride from Broadway to Downtown was somewhat problematic.  Another cab ride later, and we were putting her to bed at one of my co-workers' places.  After several check-ups to make sure she was doing well, her sister decided that going dancing was still the plan.  At this point, it was 1 in the morning, and cold outside, meaning that we were going to the nearest place that was open and would serve us booze, preferably with no cover.  Enter The Junction.

Apparently, I'm quite the catch in gay bars; I was getting hit on  with abandon (although it could have just been that they were drunk).  It makes me feel bad that I'm not gay, like I've inadvertently leading the guys who were trying to hit on me on.  (The end of that sentence looks weird grammatically...)

Anyhow, we slept at my co-worker's apartment, because wow walking home in the cold would suck.  Also, did you guys know that 7 A.M. can be nice?  I didn't.  I had previously thought of 7 A.M. with nothing more than cold contempt, but when the sun is rising, the walk home over the bridge was actually both enjoyable and invigorating, two hours of sleep be damned.

A quick noon 'til 5 shift later, and I was free to relax.  Until later that evening, that is.  The plan for my friend's birthday was to meet at his house, then we would all migrate to a bar on Broadway after a while.  At one point, I turned around in his apartment, and realized there were roughly 25 people squeezed into his basement suite.

Like this, except apartments in Vancouver are smaller than that.

Trying to find a bar that can just seat 25 people is about as problematic as one would assume.  But thankfully, if there's one thing you can count on drunk people to do, it's to get lost.  Most of our group vanished, and we ended up with 10 or so people.  An important discovery was subsequently made: Appletinis and cosmos are de-fucking-licious!  Seriously, like nectar-of-the-gods-good.

Also, I'd like to share with you, one of the birthday boy's self-made jokes.  I warn you, it's bad, but in Alex's own words, "Yo, I've made up literally hundreds of jokes!"

What did the jokemaker's father say to his son?

You're a disappointment.

Alex told this joke multiple times, and I still don't think I get it.  What's the punchline??  Is it that there's no joke, hence why it's a disapointment?  But if that were the case, then shouldn't that be something the jokemaker says, seeing as he's a bad jokemaker, and not his father, who shouldn't be expected to invent jokes in the first place?  And is "jokemaker" a viable career option (I assume this is different than comedian, or else Alex would have just said that), and if so, I feel as if I missed a golden opportunity in high school when we had to do transition plans.  Somebody explain this joke to me, it's apparently too sophisticated for my sense of humour.

A luxurious 5 hours of sleep later, and it was time to work from 10-5.  Yay!  My body finally got fed up with me around 8 P.M., when I had finished watching the recording of the Canucks game (which we won, without even needing to take tequila shots!), leading to naptime.  For some reason, I got a second wind of sorts at 10:30, and needed to do something to justify being awake on 7 hours of sleep in a weekend, so I began this post.

As I said, drinking had been an unknown concept to my body, but I think my liver was in a forgiving mood since I wasn't abusing it.  This is a good agreement my liver and I have, I feel.  Now, my body is beginning to wind down on its energy, so bed time is a blissful future for me.