one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor
Thinking back on my friendship with Dan one thing became very clear: I was easily one of his favorite targets for practical jokes. Marcin and Liv's wedding had to be one of his best.
Our good friends Marcin and Liv were getting married down in Phoenix over Thanksgiving weekend in 2015. Laura's cousin just so happened to be getting married in Kelowna that same weekend and her entire family from Ontario would be there for the festivities. Knowing I was going to propose to Laura a month later, I thought it would be wise to get on Grandpa Ross and Grandma Doreen's good side before pulling the trigger...but I very well wasn't going to miss Marcin and Liv's wedding either.
So I hatched a plan that I would fly down to Phoenix Friday evening, stay for the wedding on Saturday and depart for Kelowna early Sunday morning. Lots of travel but the FOMO was strong and knew it was going to be worth it.
Fast forward to Saturday evening and the bar at Marcin and Liv's wedding opened up and I was ready to let my hair down. One friend comes up to me and says "hey man, lets get a shot together". Of course I say yes! 15 minutes later another friend comes up and asks to take a shot as well. Easy answer: yes! Well this continued on all evening. Friend after friend comes up asking to take a shot with me. At this point I'm thinking I must be the 3rd most popular person at this wedding. Everyone wants to drink with me!
Side note: in case you haven't been to the US - the shots down there are quite a bit larger than what we see in Canada....by like, a lot.
End of the night and I'm battling with a 13 year old for the garter and Court O'Mahony has ripped my shirt off on the dance floor. I'm having a gooooooood time and at this point have completely forgotten about my flight.
4am comes and I am struggle city. Pounding headache, stomach doing flips and completely off balance. But, I somehow manage to order myself an uber, have a breakfast pint at the airport and catch my flight to Kelowna.
Back home a few days later we were recounting with friends the fun events of the wedding and my inebriation. Then someone says "Hilarious what Dan did to you eh?" At this point, I had not clued in to what they meant...
Turns out Dan had gone up to all of our friends and told them it would be hilarious to get me blackout drunk and see if I could still make my flight. He instructed everyone to go up, one-on-one, and take a shot with me. He knows my willpower is well...I don't have much willpower...and he used that to his advantage. I took the bait hook, line and sinker. I guess I pulled out the moral victory because I made my flight AND made a good impression with the grandparents. Thankfully they didn't see me on the dance floor the night before...
Miss ya Hicks.
- McFlow