The Super Seven

Once upon a time, there were seven people who gathered, unknowing of what was about to come. Some did not know each other well, but that was about to change. We ended up planning a vaycay [vacation] for December; it was going to be at some location in some country with a beautiful hot and sunny atmosphere. Over numerous meetings in one night we solidified as a crew, and we were named the Super Seven. Seven, being the number of members and of total completeness. This last Friday we reunited. We celebrated one of the member's birthday with a night of surprise. It included a limo, steak, The Hangover, and Bud Light Lime (it is defs [definitely] hyped up too much).

We surprised our member as she came to her boyfriend's home to find the Super Seven awaiting in a limo. Thrilled, she was (sorry for the Yoda speech). We got dropped off at our designated restaurant and shamelessly walked a lap around the restaurant (including the patio) due to not being able to spot the entrance (how embarrassing; we were dropped off in a limousine!). The steak was impeccable but the chicken appeared to contain salmonella. Luckily I ordered the drunken steak sandwich (it was marinated in Stella Artois!) with yam fries and a glass of Australian white wine (exquisite)! We finished up and headed (in our limo of course) to the theatre to enjoy a highly anticipated comedic film called The Hangover. Hilarious. Unreal. I totes [totally] loved it. I recommend it if you don't mind profanity and crudeness, so don't blame me if you are offended, it is 18A. Afterwards we winded down the night with a good ol' backyard fire with Bud Light Lime. We contemplated on an initiation for those who wanted to experience the Super Seven's company. I'll take suggestions if you have 'em. I think we're half set on an awkward questions period with Ryan Malech though. Should be good.