Pink-a-thon

One drink an hour. For 24 hours.

Are you even surprised that this is another Systems concoction? Coincidentally, it was the same day that Jess and Mariese came down from Ottawa, so they got to sample some of the craziness, before, shall we say, a little REVerie.

Mariese and Jess at 318. Jess is festive in pink. Perfect for the occasion.

Chris is also very festive in pink.

Me: Did you see Chris?
Derrick: Yeah. I recognized your pink pants.

Brown is not the new pink. Sorry, Arvind.

Blissful illusion. And then the sad reality.

George, DJ, Rohit and myself - on drink number who knows... They've been transhed for a good 14 hours at this point.

Stopped dancing only for a second to take a picture at the infamous Rev.

Three of only 5 survivors of Pink-a-thon. Congratulations, Arvind, Rohit and Ankur! I think the other two were Derrick and Ryan. Good job, boys.

It was a late Friday night after Rev, what with talk of and talking with boys keeping us awake. Mariese, at 3:30am. Me, at 4:30am. And Jess takes the cake, at 6:00am. Had a late lunch at Mel's, before stopping by Lester for one last goodbye, and the girls were off to T.O. for the rest of the w-end, and I was off to bed for a nap.

We didn't quite make it all the way inside Bomber that Saturday night for Derrick's actual birthday bash, but Bev, Rohit, Arvind, Dan, DJ and I spent a good portion of the night chillin out at Timmy's, before heading to McDonald's, and then back to Lester. Potentially awkward situation averted at McDonald's thanks to their closing hour at midnight. Phew.

Late night talk with Rohit was refreshing, where we realized just how oblivious we both were, but especially me, and that his kids will be donning shirts with "I was conceived at REV" logos on them. Good times.