My favorite person from WEC weekend....ever!

This weekend was EPIC.  Not because of WEC (which was pretty cool), not because I took a 2-day vacation of reality, not because I had so many adult beverages that I may or may not have said or done a few things that I may or may not regret the next morning, but because I got to hang out with Charles Fucking Heard.

I first bumped into C-F-H at WEC in Victoria, 4 years ago.  He was one of my favorite persons then, and he still remains so today; then for pretending he was actually good at debate, today for other reasons which make him a shameless-one-man-shit-show.  Another thing that makes him really awesome is that he's not afraid to get his camel pack a little boozy, and if I didn't have another aversion to swapping spit with about 50 of his closest (and newest) friends, I'd be all over that like white on rice.  True story. 

I hit up Joe's on Wednesday night, the official first event.  I hadn't intended on going on Wednesday but I was hitting a wall and needed beer....BADLY.  I knew there was going to be beer and people there.  Win/Win.
A very drunk C-F-H pulled me aside, we hugged, we chatted, we drank, he introduced me to his buddy Anthony (who I thought was pretty hot), we played the world's most awesome and deadly drinking game/shot.  C-F-H convinced Beatty to join me and him in a game of "Coasters".  It involves 3 or 4 people, 3 or 4 coasters, a wall of booze and a really awesome bartender.  Use your imagination.  Some drinks were awesome, others were not.  Mental note, do not under any circumstances mix 151 with Bailey's.....bad.  Memory loss can and will occur.
Apparently I was the only one who could remember the rest of the evening.  Dang.

Thursday and Friday were pretty standard.  It was WEC, there was good food, good competition and good fellowship.
Saturday night was EPIC.  The theme was "Rubix Cube".  Apparently you show up with an article of clothing in each color that's on a Rubix Cube and you trade-up to try and get all one color, and semi-match, by the end of the evening.  Because of my acute style and my aversion to trading sweaty clothes, I merely watched; and that was perfectly fine by me.  C-F-H and T-Dawg didn't start with anything, except 1 or 2 pretty crappy U of A bandanas, and ended up the night with a pretty sweet belt and a very awesome white scarf.  C-F-H, the little bastard managed to get his greasy paws on not one, not two, but THREE $50 bar tabs for next weekend.  Because the poor guy is from Edmonton, he made a sweet profit of $40.  Jealous, kinda. 
C-F-H also stripped for us, debate-style.  He was pretty stoked about it, he even brought his very supportive, very classy Rubix Cube underwear.  I'm a huge fan.....pun intended.  Apparently they're a million times better than a speedo on a waterslide.  Cool.
Killer Epic!

This is C-Dawg with my buddy Mang, sharing the ever-popular camel pack.  It's not a great picture, but it sure does show what kind of a shit-show to expect. 

On a side note, Drew caught me on a legitimate Buffalo and all I had was bottled beer.  I don't chug from the bottle....it makes me gag.  Call me a princess, but I've been known to hold my own.
Buddy I owe you a chug next time we hang out.