Sunday Sunday Sunday, January 2011, the city of Toronto was graced with the yearly Monster Jam competition (or whatever it is).
For the first time in my life, I decided that this was an event that I would like to attend. I figured:
- Draft beer = awesome
- Screaming absurdities = awesome
- High percent chance of hot dudes being there = awesome
I know what you’re thinking ‘hot dudes at Monster Jam?’. But lets be serious – all men like watching things get crushed…not just Trailer Park Boys. Really, I like watching things get crushed almost as much as I like cracking ice when I go for walks in the winter. Plus there’s Robosaurus. He breaths fire and rips cars in half. JS-ing.
Anyway, last week my friend Carolyn posted a pic of herself at last years Monster Jam. Having recently gained a new found respect for monster trucks, I commented on her image. She invited me to join her and 24 of her friends to the event. I called Melissa and said ‘I’m going with Care to Monster Jam on Sunday with a bunch of people. Wanna come because it will be awesome AND wanna come because I’m going to need a wing partner‘. Of course Meliss said yes…that girl owes me a few 😉
We met Carolyn at Gate 7 and followed her to get our tickets. I looked up and Carolyn was surrounded by 15 HOT dudes. All shapes, all sizes, all b-e-a-utiful.
As we walked up to the fifth level, Melissa looked at me and said ‘you got yourself some good odds’. I then said…’damn right I do’ (I don’t actually remember verbatim what I said, but that was pretty close).
We were at the roof of the Skydome behind all of the beautiful men when Melissa asked our friend Amanda ‘so, did you make out with any of these boys last night?’.
Amanda then laughed and said ‘No, they are ALL gay’.
What’s that all about? 15 GOOD looking dudes at Monster Jam…All. Gay. WTF. I’m pretty sure I jokingly yelled ‘This is Bull Crap!’.
Anyway, since the pressure of looking good went out the window at that exact time Sunday, Sunday, Sunday officially turned into SUNDAY FUNDAY!
To keep the classiness level up, we decided that Hooters was our next destination. FYI $2 Budweiser. Although, once again I did not meet the man of my dreams, I did make some new friends to have tons of fun with, and at one point had 6 hands on my boobs at once.