Bradby Weekend '08 - Kandy

Bradby weekend began on Friday. Not that we were leaving for Kandy on Friday, just that the drinking was due to start on Friday. Rooftop's place, some herbs and Arrack while listening to the Black Hawk Down soundtrack, which I must say is awesome for when you are relaxed to the max. Another thing that helps is the Windows Media Player visualizations on a nice LCD widescreen. Trust me when I say that the aforementioned ingredients blend to make the perfect relaxing trip on a Friday.

We left Rooftop's place to attend a friend's I need to get pasted once more before I get married party. Rowing club. Nuff said.

Spoke to Lee on Saturday morning and it turned out that it was only the two of them that were traveling to Kandy. I hitched a ride to Kandy in their SUV, which is an awesome ride. The air conditioning in that is off the hook; it even has an individual control for the back. What more can I ask for. Reached Kandy and headed for KFC. Because I was starving and I had a craving for KFC. Went to the hotel, had a shower and waited for the boys to show up. Boys came, smoked some herbs and went for the match. Appalling. All they needed was to get the basics right - like holding on to the ball, passing it etc. If that had happened we could have crushed those Kandy boys. But no. We didn't. It was bad enough that we had a crappy team with indisciplined players on and off the field, the referee had to go call off a perfectly good try because he thought it was knocked forward. Shame. Technically this means that Royal won. That's for all the guys in the other school who don't understand the significance of the disallowed try.

After match, usual scene. Cargills booze joint. The beginning of the end was when the magician decided to by a bottle of Tequila. Yeah.. Camino Gold. The lethelest shit I've ever had. After drinking lots of Arrack, magician decides to open the bottle of Tequila. I called room service and asked for shot glasses. They said that they don't have. Meanwhile a round of shots off the lid of the bottle took everybody by storm. Almost everyone refused shot number 2, especially when they saw it coming in a normal water glass. Magician drinks half and passes the it around. Some take sips. I get left with about 100ml. I down it. This happens once, twice, three times. four times. OMG! I'm fucked. Err... @*#&(@$(@&*&$#&^$%^^. Shut down. Suicide by Tequila. That was it for me. I woke up in the morning to find that I'd gone to the toilet and puked and sat in a corner like a crack addict. This bit I don't remember. It seems like I properly passed out. Damned shame. The rest of the night had been lots of fun and I had to miss out.

Sunday breakfast. Drink. Drink. Drink. I stopped but four others drank drank drank till 6 in the evening. We left. I drove. Met a VIP motorcade on the way back. Followed. Saved us about an hour. That's the way to travel. I think I want one. I need people in a pickup truck in front of me, wearing a single white glove shoving people off the road. Or a Helicopter. Either is fine. So that was that. One of the best trips ever. One of the best Bradby trips ever at least. It keeps getting better. How is that possible? I have no idea. Oh, and BTW, four of our boys hit OTSC and showed the Kandy boys how to party. Kudos to them.

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