You read it right - Vaginas in Regina. Jealous ain'tcha?? Well - you should be. I just spent one whole week (yes, one WHOLE week) recovering from the first annual Vaginas in Regina. There was no lesbianism involved - so if you're lookin' for some explicit chick on chick action - you might as well stop now. I will however say that I love my girls with all my heart. But there ain't NO HOUSE big enough to house 6 very VERY different Vaginas.
The weekend was amazing though - we started off Friday with Fondue night... It was great fun - well - sort of. If you don't count the small fire in the middle of my kitchen table because yours truely never figured out the proper way to refill the fuel in the burner. The table isn't salvagable - but beyond that - the house is standing! I learned who I would trust in an emergency - and it's NOT the fireman's daughter! Also - I drank the better part of 3 bottles of red wine. I was tight. Well - yeah - I was
Saturday - those who enjoy the sensation of other people touching them had spa day. That doesn't include me. Seriously. That's so friggin' gross. They DID come back with a very glowy look to them though - so I guess they enjoyed it! That was followed by scrapbooking. (For those keeping count - out of the 3 activies so far - fondue, spa, scrapbooking - i'm 1 for 3... the fondue ROCKED!) Now - seriously - I HATE scrapbooking. I've never seen such a huge waste of time in my life. For reals - why bother? But - we got to look at highly embarrassing photos from all the years gone by (seeing as all of us have been friends for more then 13 years... a in some cases 20 years...) I didn't think we went through the "ugly" stage that those who did high school in the 80's had to go through. I also didn't think - for the most part - we'd all changed that much. Wrong on both accounts. I encourage all to relive old photos. Now. Do it. I'll stop typing while you do....
(aaah thanks TBS - Haven't seen Night at the Roxbury in at least 15 hours....)
Okay so - Saturday night - we do the classy eats thing. One of the best places in the city. Was SO good. But - being from the town we're from - we can't be 100% classy. Seriously - we don't know how. So - we decide we want "Bottle Cap" shooters. It's one of those drop the shotglass into a bigger glass of liquid shots... we call them boilermakers by type - SOMEONE LIPPED ME OFF ABOUT THAT THOUGHT (JOEY!) So - call it what you want. Anyways - Red Sour Puss (erm - Pucker to you Yanks) and rootbeer schnaaps in the shot glass - lime bar mix and sprite in the glass... drop it - drink it - is good. TRY IT. Not exactly a classy drink to have at this restaurant though. Thing is - the waiter had never heard of them. So - he tried looking it up online - nothing. So - what's a group of girls to do - other then to call the friggin' bar in our hometown and ask how to make them. SCORE! (Side bar - for some reason the bar actually called my cell phone back too - not sure because we didn't actually hear it - neat!) So we tell the waiter - he puts the order in. Comes back a few minutes later saying "we'll have those for you right away..." and as he says it - we see the bartender bolting out the front door - over the the liquor store across the street - no sour puss! Problem solved -he came back - made some FANTASTIC Bottle Caps.... we had a few rounds - including one on the house!
The waiter asked what we were celebrating - we weren't drunk enough to shout "VAGINAS IN REGINA!"
On to the bar after that - dance music.... pffffffft big thumbs down. This prarie girl wanted to rock out - what's wrong with ACDC and the rest of the rockers? Geeeeeze. (FYI - if you ever wanna see me crazy drunk - there must be ACDC involved...) 8 or 9 double paralyzers and more bottle caps later - and i was no where near as drunk as i shoulda been. It was the damn music - just for the record.
Sunday was to involve a trip to a psychic - but he'd just gotten back from holidays and didn't want to see people... sucks - that was 6 friggin' people at his door ready to pay him huge amounts of money to tell us our futures... oh well. Instead - big - fatty - breakfast at Perkins and some shopping (what's Vaginas in Regina without shopping?!?!) and then my Vaginas all left town . I was sad to see them go.
Can't wait til the 2nd Annual Vaginas in Regina
Or Clits in Calgary (that was a suggestion from one of the Vaginas...)
Is it weird that the word Vagina doesn't even cause me to raise an eyebrow anymore?
Also - I showed my house to my friend's parents because it looks like the friends are buying it. Score some mulah for me come April when I finalize!
(Sorry baby - I KNOW I BROKE RULES! but i told you - it was just too hard to pass up - it's not every day someone can write about "Vaginas in Regina")
