First of all, I'm going to be inviting in a few more writers (because we need more writers, more events, more, more, more!). Including Marsha (whose email I left at home). Marsha, along with Megan, Jason/Jay, Chad/Chadwick and Anthony/Tony, were shuttled in by Ava (and presumably Jon), were absolutely hilarious. As it turns out Jason now plays with Freebase. This all came about from an autographed photo that Aidan gave me a few months back (while he was a) still living with Curtis and b) both of them were still with Freebase). At their pad on Robson, they had hanging by the door this black and white glossy promo, signed and framed. I fell into the hallway of their building laughing so hard at the pretentiousness of the whole thing. Curtis and Aidan signed for the four members and gave it to me. It made its way to the Fridge of Fame. Jason comes running up to me and says, "You know Freebase! You're the first person to know my band."
Grae was the only one to authentically attempt the Edward Fortyhands. His co-conspirators all backed out for one reason or another. Trevor couldn't find a "good" selection of 40s, and Andrew had the worst luck. He went to the liquor store and bought two (2) bottles of malt liquor beverage in the 40 oz. container. He then went to a phone booth to make one (1) phone call. During this phone call, one (1) thief ran by and stole two (2) bottles of malt liquor beverage. Andrew then went back into the liquor store to buy two (2) more bottles of malt liquor beverage and exited the store again. Upon exiting the liquor branch, one (1) bum bumped into him dropping two (2) bottles of malt liquor to the ground. At this point Andrew turned around and went home. He let the bad karma get to him and did not make it to the party. 
Dave, however, had to work at 5am, but came out to drink his India Pale Ale. He asked me where he should put his beer box. And I said:
Even with all the backing outs, bad karma, and general unavailability of 40s, Owen decided that he wanted in on the Fortyhands (if only because Grae was all on his own). Due to the closing of the liquor store at 9, he was forced to turn to the only thing we had in large quantities in large bottles that we would not overly miss: Wine. We're now removed of all wine at our house (which is genuinely impressive).
There was success to be had with this drinking game. However, the other contender let his bottle slip to the ground (like he had a lot of control with no hands that were sweating away the duct tape) and gave up shortly after. Warm 40s, warm wine and somehow the drinking continued. Grae managed to pee while 40'd. I forgot to ask him how he managed... Or maybe I don't want to know.
As for the Moneybucks game, the winner was already announced as being Trevor. A well deserved position, as he was the only one I had known to have gotten ill over the process of the night. Which super rocked. For all that liver destruction, people were really cool about it all and no extreme disaster required clean up. One broken bottle (Fortyhands), a few spills from an overfull fridge, and Shadow knocked over a mug in the bathroom.
Trevor, this is the girl who has your money (if you're missing it).
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If this was just after Fortyhands had ended, there were more bottles to come. There ended up being one full garbage bag of empties. And not just half full or ¾ full. It was damn heavy full. Although all this chaos and cleaning up afterwards this made me realize an outdoor ashtray/paint bucket needs to be designated from now on.
Sophie finally got her Zima (which was surprisingly tasty, but this might have been well after the fact).
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