"But I don't want to live that way, reading into every word you say" -Gotye
So, allow me to elaborate on my past week or so.
Last weekend I participated in the Western Cup. It is, "North America's longest running multisport LGBT event" An event indeed. I curled in played volleyball. Too much exercise for a fat kid. Just saying. It is also a weekend for the gays of Calgary to become rowdy, sleazy, and athletic. Great times.
I definitely drank far too much. However, that is the point of this thing. The bars throughout the city must know to stock up. My knees were severely bruised and cut from playing volleyball with pads that were sub par. I was in so much pain I couldn't walk... Until I got to drinking. After my final curling game on Friday night, we decided it would be a great idea to allow me to get drunk and go to the local bear bar. This night ended up in me, conservative little me, getting into a cage, and allowing men to view me almost crying. Drunk Brennan cries. He either laughs so hard he cries, gets emotional, or is so scared he cries. This night included the last. I then ended up on a pool table in my underwear. I will not delve into that one at all.
After all was said and done, I got dressed, and left for home. Not knowing where my car was. It was at the curling rink, and I did not drive at all. Thank god for that. The next morning, at our 8 am curling game, the looks and stories and words were all of an awkward nature. I tell myself now that this won't happen again. Let's be honest, next year will be the same.
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