Last Thursday, we threw a going away party for one of my good friends (Grant). Although Grant travels a lot, and we’ve gone to several ‘going away’ parties for him, I find that every time he leaves, you have to throw him a party because there’s always a chance he may never come back. He’s a bit of a free-spirited, wanderer, suffering from wanderlust.
This is Grant’s website…he posts funny videos of himself with a Peter Griffin beard travelling around the globe. Well sometimes he doesn’t have a beard, but those videos are the best and the grossest all at once. He’s also a really good writer…check it:
I had booked the Friday off because I knew I was in for a big one – especially since hanging out with Grant often leads to debauchery and dance parties.
Anyway, when my roommate Kasia and I arrived home after having Poutini’s, we decided that we wanted to have just one more drink. When Kasia opened the fridge, tumbling out came a bucket of cherry tomatoes.
Now, what most people would do in this situation would be:
- Pick up the tomatoes
- Rinse off the tomatoes
- Put tomatoes back in fridge
Kasia and I on the other hand, are horses of a different colour. Our solution to the tomato mess, was to stomp on them.
What’s that all about? Instead of having a small tidy mess to clean up. We crushed the tomatoes. It felt awesome. We then laughed so hard that I fell to the floor and tears poured out of my face.
So, even though my wanderlusty friend was not with us during the stomp, the night was as per usual…pretty silly. Had Grant been at our place during the ‘tomato stomping’ I’m pretty sure it would have turned in to a giant tomato slip-slidy, food fight.
Miss you already buddy.