So this is one of those posts where you might read and go… ‘Oh tough life you lead there,’ while muttering under your breath ‘dick’. Quite frankly, I won’t blame you either. I do my best to limit the number of these kinds of posts though because I know that the rest of the bloggers cover these kind of things ad nauseam. It’s actually not common for me to go a ton of events like I have in the last week – believe it or not, I’m a total introvert and the thought of going out is often a huge debate in my mind. Most of the time I’d love to just sit at home and stare at the wall.
But, considering I’ve been making a concerted effort to try and be more social I decided to pack everything into a week and see how I responded. Obviously, for an introvert, this was like an Iron Man run – without the health benefits. Yes yes, again ‘tough life’ to go out and celebrate daily. I get it. But if you’re in my mind, you’d understand the actual difficulty in this. I won’t get into any more detail on it, but I promise you the trepidation I felt is staggering.
Starting last Thursday with the Chivas 1801 party – an event packed with a crowd as eclectic as the guest hosts: Wendel Clark, Kevin Brauch (the Thirsty Traveler), CBC Dragon’s Den’s Bruce Croxon, Jamal Magloire and others. Learned that I really like Scotch Collins’, maybe it even becomes my signature drink! Maybe. It was a fun night though, and they really treated guests very well!
I also was happy to launch The Zach Bussey Show on Tuesday, at 6PM. Broadcasting live from Shoeless Joes Spadina. The show was a little nerve wracking as I’m not used to doing a show from a live location like that, but we got some good feedback all around and ways to improve… and then the after show party was intense. Too much vodka! Thank you to the fine folks at @SjSpadina for that hookup!
Then Wednesday, I took a few friends to the Samsung Galaxy S3 launch party… hoping for a great event (maybe I was trying to impress my company a little bit) and instead got a sparsely populated event with no benefits/fun in sight. Having been to past Samsung events, I was hoping for the same great time that they had previously put on… especially considering the marketing going into promoting the phone… but was not at all satisfied. There was no bar (not even a cash bar), there was no food (except for a handful of candy), there was no great experience which connected me with the phone. I don’t need anything to be free I’m not that much of an asshole, but god damn make sure I can buy a drink or a sandwich while I’m there! Disappointing. And extra disappointing because I clearly could not show my company a good time there.
So then we get to Thursday, ARD’s Stay Foolish event is on (which I opted not to go to) and instead went to the Stoli VIP event at Airship 37. Which proved to be a lot of fun… great people were there (which if you didn’t already figure out, great people make great events) and the Stoli vodka was flowing… and boy did it flow. Buried the hatchet with a long time rival, met beautiful women, listened to great music and had excellent conversation… But I clearly did not monitor my alcohol consumption… There’s a 1 hour window where I actually don’t know what exactly happened. All I know is I woke up, feeling like murder, reading the drunk FB messages I sent to girls and friends (oops…) and wondering where the hell my phone was. Then I found it with some new modifications…
It still works fortunately… and then I found the drunk texts (uhh and sexts) I sent… to sometimes the wrong people and sometimes not the wrong of people. Faaacccckk. But I guess, maybe, that’s the sign of a good night? That or the random phone number I found written on a piece of paper… or the text (and sext) messages I received back.
PS. Blackout drunk sexting is about as hot as blackout drunk sex… it just doesn’t work. Case in point, one of my sexier messages read “rizz tochuahh youru blic heherhe”. Can’t fault me for trying can you?
That said, the Stoli party was probably one of the better parties I’ve been to lately and that’s the only reason I went, as the kids say HAM. (And for the old people who read my blog, errr… probably only my dad and maybe mom, though I’ve advised her not to, HAM is Hard As A Mother Fucker.)
In summary, yes I’m an asshole who just told you about the events I went to. But maybe there’s some vicarious living to be done? Oh and a lesson we all know, and all break from time to time… but after 1AM, put your phone away for the night!