I am not sure if I should be telling this story but screw it, these guys know how to have a good time. After a couple days shooting we wrapped up the day with a couple of drinks. Now I have this pesky little shot called Devil’s Piss that I like to torture new friends with and it felt like time to subject these boys to it. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s three parts Gin to one part Beer and for some reason it knocks most people’s socks off. In this case it knocked them off a lot further than we had planned. We are reaching the middle of the night, a couple of rounds in and Bud #1 steps out for a smoke. Bud #2 and I stay in the bar for chits and chats. After maybe 30 min we realize Bud #1 has not come back. Now we are thinking he’s either smoking his entire pack, found a chic to shmooze, or he ditched out. We head outside to check and sure enough he is nowhere to be found. Being solid dudes we shoot him a call to check in. No response. Text 1. No response. Text 2. No response. Call 2 we leave an endearing voicemail and decide to call it a night.
Noon rolls around the following day and no surprise, Bud #1 is calling. Turns out he has no recollection of the night but has ascertained that he is no longer in the Fraser Valley, nor is he in B.C. He some how managed to catch a flight to Alberta and made his way home to Calgary!
And I thought I was impressive for waking up with my PJs on after a night out.