Friday night at the Legion

Last night I went to my good friend's 40th birthday party. Another friend of ours had rented out the Legion — who knew? I got on my bike and immediately regretted it as the humid air started wreaking havoc on my freshly washed body and styled hair, but I pushed on. I arrived just after 7pm to a beautiful setting on the water, a harbour full of boats — again, who knew? I went to the bar and ordered a Heineken. $4 — who knew? I gave him $5. I drank several $4 Heinekens, and ate many samosas and cupcakes, then danced them all off. Here I go, here I go, here I go again...Girls, what's my weakness? — Men! My friend acted as DJ and as the night wore on and the more drunk everyone got the er, transitions between songs got, well, sloppy. 'Seamless!'— my friend shouted after one such transition and we all laughed. Suddenly it was after 2am and time to hop back on my bike and head home. GULP. I took all the side streets up, weaving through beautifully quiet areas, took a few wrong turns but didn't care as my $4 Heineken-ed body needed the wake up. I rode by some people sitting, drinking on their porch. They shouted out to me 'hey, you're hot'! Which I'm pretty sure in hindsight was sarcasm as I WAS wearing a helmet. But at the time I thought 'oh yah, you know it!' and rode on. I neared my house and turned into the driveway, stopped and in getting off my bike, slipped and fell over, my bike landing on top of me. I lay there for a minute, then looked up into the sky, raised the one arm not trapped under my bike and quietly mouthed the word: seamless.