The Cannon

Last night was one of my last days with Kenton and Cat for a while. And despite my nausea and lack of sleep, it was definitely worth it.

The series of events that followed began when the pair showed up at my work with a surprise. Kenton pulled a mickey of Wisers out of his pocket and gave me a foolish grin. We had been making a loose plan to drink this weekend, because Kenton is finally done work, and they'll be leaving on Monday.
I made them stay with me until closing time, so I didn't have to sit alone for another half hour. We just sort of goofed around, I hugged the Cigar Store Indian, and Kenton and Cat pointed out various places on a map of the world.
My parents were out for the night so we called Mant over. We started out with a drinking game (Fuck the Dealer, if anyone knows it), and went from there. I must say, I kind of doubted how drunk I would actually get, but I needn't have worried about it. After one game we were all pretty tipsy, and Mant was eager to play another.
We brought out the camera and snapped a few pictures, one of which involved Cat, a zucchini, and Kenton's mouth. We all would grab a random object in the room, or yell out a random action that would result in a crazy photo. We stopped taking pictures shortly after Cat yelled "Pretend to fuck Dusty!" Everyone just sort of looked at eachother and blinked for a few moments, and I was on the ground, doubling over from laughter.

After successfully getting drunk, we noticed the time. It was getting later by the minute (haha, literally) and my parents would be coming home soon. We decided to relocate to Mant's cabin.

It was then that someone had the bright idea (probably Kenton) to ride the bike over. I kept insisting that I could double on a bike, so me and Mant had many failed attempts. This now seems stupid to me, because I could barely control the bike with only myself on it, let alone another person. Anyways, I ended up veering off to the side and wiping out on the pavement. We all thought it was so funny that Mant got hurt, his leg and arm were scraped and bleeding. Now I just kinda feel guilty about it.
My legs are bruised now, and as I sat down in this chair, I discovered the bike seat did quite a number on my pelvic bone. And not in a good way.

For some reason, we ended up taking a detour and going past the Alpine convenience store. I don't think it was open at the time, because me and Kenton ended up peeing behind it. Why Cat took a few pictures of me while I was urinating, I'll never know. Pervert.

We arrived at the cabin (finally), and Mant's mom phoned. I don't really remember what he said to her, and actually, he probably doesn't either.

While outside, we could hear there were people drinking next door, sitting around a bonfire. It was a little bit of a walk, through the bush and over the fence. I went over, bare foot might I add, and sat in an empty lawn chair that they had put out. This is probably the haziest part of the night, but I do know I stayed and talked for a bit because some guy offered me a beer, and I took it. Kenton joined in, and then we both left after a short time because Cat kept yelling somewhere from the bush; "Kenton? Rhiannon? Where are you?? I'm scared."

I figure I was still a little out of it as I got up this morning, because I opened the front door thinking it was the bedroom from where I had just came. I was kind of confused as to why I would lock it, and then realized I had opened the outside door and was staring at the lawn.

Yeah, Kenton and Mant are both really sick, and my non-existant baby probably has Fetal Alcohol, but it was quite the night. And I must say, work seems to go a lot faster when you're still a little drunk.