My love of Sci-Fi

Ok I’m going to admit it. I have a bit of an affinity for sci fi. Well maybe more than that. I think it’s got some good qualities…Okay I love it; you got it out of me. And I’m not talking about the cheesy aliens hard core weirdness of some shows and movies that we see everyday. I’m talking give me some wicked 90’s cheesy gold of a sci fi show.

I think it dates back to when I was young. My parents always read fantasy children’s books to me and I played alone, a lot. Imagination was my friend so naturally the thought of elves, gateways, magic, or other worlds didn’t faze me too much. It could be possible, why not? At least it was entertaining and far more interesting than our normal boring world.

So, now a grown woman, I’ve recently picked up my sci fi habit again and to be honest I’m loving it! That’s right guys, I’ve embraced the cheese. Let me just give you a short list of the Tv shows I have in my possession: all seasons of Stargate SG1 and the Atlantis, all seasons of Sliders (oh yeah Jerry how you rock my 90’s heart), Heros, Firefly, Buffy seasons, True Blood seasons, something called Kyle XY, regrettably sucked into Vampire Diaries, and I’ve even caught myself pulled into a Star Trek episode (however please don’t judge me as a treky). That’s not including the books which even I, a self admitted sci fi lover, can’t claim as nothing more than a nerd alert haha.

Just finishing the last season of Sliders I can’t help but remark on the awesomely lame effects and (sometimes) plot lines that I find myself loving anyway. I think this translates to all of the shows, which looking back all seem to be created in the 90’s. Yes the styles, the music, and the ridiculous overuse of lasers. The 90’s was where it all happened. So at least it's fun to watch even if your not a big fan.

So for all those who question sci fi and bulk at it’s awesomeness just think of the possibilities. It’s an escape into something you’ve never seen before and makes it more than entertaining to watch. If that doesn’t convince you then at least it’s a good laugh while watching, hey who doesn’t love a little bit of topless Jerry O’Connell.

Epic Nights

I’ve been thinking lately about epic nights out. Recently I watched The Hangover. You know the drunken binge of a night of ridiculous that none of them remember so much that they lost a whole person movie. Thinking about it this movie is kind of like Dude Where’s My Car with just better writing and replacing a car with a living person, wow people way to be creative.

In any case watching The Hangover made me try to remember my own drunken evenings. How often can we really say we’ve had an epic night? I was out the other day for a friend’s birthday and while I watched my friend drunkenly make out with a total stranger on the only whim that he was dancing close-ish I wondered, what makes a night amazing? How do you reach that level of epic? Is this night epic? I’m gonna throw out a no.

While I think these memorable nights are based on a certain level of drunkenness (and believe you me I have been working on the levels of my drunkenness for a while!) I don’t think a night of debauchery and epic-ness happens often at all.

In all my years of semi intoxication (who am I kidding full intoxication) and nocturnal shenanigans I can only count a handful of nights of epic proportions.

1. The German Ensemble

On this festive occasion, my friends Blair and I had purchased matching Oktoberfest costumes (his a lederhosen and mine a dirndl). You know those oh so sexy German milk maid dresses and overall looking shorts. These were most importantly stag shop velour Oktoberfest outfits. Oh yeah, as I said sexy.

During the night I was drunkenly convinced that my friend was going to make out with her cousin and refused to stay at her house. So I proceeded to pick up the guy I was talking to and grab a ride with him back to near where I lived. Unfortunately for me the “ride” I had thought was a cab was really a bus full of his pretty sober co-workers. We created a pretty elaborate back story about how this guy and I knew each other and I hopped on. Again, alas, I was the only one wearing any Oktoberfest paraphernalia (who goes to a beer hall and doesn’t even don a feathered hat? So who are they to judge my velour dirndl and giant feather? Bastards). I ended up making a good impression and went to their bar for after hours drinks. Needless to say I did not make it for class in the am.

As for Blair he had a great night too. While he was concerned about our friends “closeness” to her cousin he still went back with the rest of them to her place to crash (class was in the am and she lived near campus). In the morning Blair got up for class. He had passed out on the floor in his costume and when he woke up he could not find his glasses or normal clothes (they were right next to where he was laying). So that being said he proceeded to class on schedule, sat in the back of class hung-over, with two large cups of coffee in each hand, and his laptop in his green velour lederhosen for the 3 hours and then caught the bus home. Epic and hilarious.

2.  The Switch-a-roo aka The Sleeping Slip

While I was living at a hostel in the UK I was moving around rooms and beds for weeks. I ended up in a room with a good friend and a guy switched beds with me so we could share a bunk bed (her on the top bunk and me on the bottom). After a long night of dancing and beverages of the alcoholic nature I went upstairs and crashed in my bunk.

A few hours later I woke up to someone making out with me. Strangely though I thought I was dreaming of a guy I liked. After a minute, and waking up a bit more, I realized it was not a dream. I thought I was making out with the guy I liked and thought yay! And got more into it. After another minute, and now fully awake, I felt this guy’s face and realized wait a minute! This isn’t him! He doesn’t have an eyebrow ring.

Now fully awake I came to the realization that I was making out with a total stranger, and had been for at least five minutes, in the dark. Not that the making out wasn’t good but hey weird with a stranger. My decision was to feign drunkenness and shove him towards to other bunk like I was done with him, mumbling get into your own bed. He as drunk (or more so) as I passed out right away and was gone from the other bunk when I woke up.

So that is how I made out with a complete stranger in the dark. I am guessing it was the guy who switched with me and he drunkenly forgot that it wasn’t his bunk. It was just a plus that he found a girl in it when he got there. But alas to this day I can’t remember what he looked like.

3. The Sober Drunk

I had been traveling in New Zealand for a couple of months and had come back to Waterloo for a couple of days before flying home to Bermuda. If you hadn’t heard the jet lag coming back east is terrible and I was suffering big time!

What to do in two days in Waterloo? Party that’s what! I gathered up my girls and we hit the proverbial town. Now Waterloo’s not a huge hot spot but we did find “The Flying Dog” and decided to put on our dancing shoes. Donned in heels and my favorite little black dress I prepared for a long night.

I had stopped drinking for a while when I was in NZ so that night I hadn’t had any drinks. I was, for the whole time, completely sober. We proceeded to dance, a lot. I mean pros would be tired after all the dancing we did. And with heels I was extra proud of us. From 9 till 2am we carved up the dance floor and scoped out “the talent”.

Picking up some people and an odd but nice guy we dubbed DJ Random we left the bar for some after hours drinks. After potentially the longest cab ride ever we ended up at DJ Random’s place. Pumping up the music we proceeded to party what was left of the night away. As I was jet lagged I was wide awake. I’ve never had that much energy going out before, and let me just say my moves were on fire!

We rolled out of DJ Random’s about 6:30am and on the drive back, still were super pumped. For about 2 minutes we seriously thought about continuing on the party and driving to Niagara Falls (where I was flying out the next day). But after some reason from the driver we decided against and all went home for some r-n-r.  I think that was the first time I’ve ever partied that hard with out any alcohol, and it certainly was the longest!

4. Random Strangers

I had just traveled to New Zealand with my friend Yanna and were staying at our friend Greg’s place. After a long road trip we came back to Greg’s place to bunk down but couldn’t seem to find him or his roommate.  Setting our stuff down we walked a couple houses down to see if we could find his best friend Kieran.

Again not finding Kieran we did however run into his four male roommates. Meeting them for the first time we made quick friends and decided to have some drinks with them.

Drinks turned into drinking games. Really getting into the party spirit we jumped in one of the boys trucks and headed to the local bar on campus. With some dancing and very country town drinking (they have a meat auction, actually auction off slabs of meat at the bar wow talk about small country town) we drank and partied, drank and partied till the bar closed.

After falling in some bushes and piling in the back of the truck we cranked the music to its top volume and drove (more recklessly than necessary, our DD was pretty stupid) down the “main” street in town.

Skidding slash donuting on to the front lawn we poured out of the truck. Next thing I knew the doors were open, speakers blaring and we were dancing on the front lawn. I blinked and all of a sudden we all had drinks, blinked again and Kieran was there, blinked again and he was downstairs drink in hand. What was going on! Next I looked up and everyone was topless. So there we were topless and dancing on the front lawn of our host’s best friend with four strangers (pretty much) on one of the most random unplanned nights ever.

After some calming down we went inside to chill and have more drinks. We ended up having to bribe the boys with pancakes to get outta there.