We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

A few nights before I left Banff, we had a party at the enclosed structure/cookout near our apartment by the Bow River. I bought the cheapest beer I could find (Pilsner and 50) and the cheapest wine I could find (7.99 and 8.99 respectively). We listened to Minor Threat and Black Flag all night and picked fights with each other while falling on the wood stove in the middle of the room. Around 11:15, someone accidently dropped a bottle on the floor, I then turned and said to noone in particular, "Ohhhh so it's that kind of party is it" and proceeded to throw a wine bottle at the wall. Two more bottles were smashed and shortly after, with Mike standing on a chair singing as loudly as he could, the RCMP showed up. I approached the situation with style and composure, I told them we had a liquor license and it was only 10 pm (I was informed it wasn't), I then fell over. I dusted myself off, Mike and David presented our get out of jail free card (the liquor license and the only adult thing David has ever procured...so he says), Myron tried to convince the female RCMP officer to date him, and I inundated another with a series of questions, "You live in town? You like working for the RCMP? You like Banff? Must be hard working as a cop in Banff."

I'm glad I left that place with grace.