When Vice decided to throw 100 parties in 100 nights, we were kind of
excited. It seemed like it would be non-stop fun. But try counting to a
hundred…can't do it, right? Goes on and on, doesn't it?The writing was on the wall as early as party #2 when our Alberta guy Mike
Tweedie got thrown in the drunk tank. We learned that yes, you can get drunk
off Coors Light, and that this was going to be a freaking marathon of
excess.Most of it went off without a hitch though, even though Vice staff became
increasingly tired, bloated, and cranky, not to mention prone to screaming
boozy late-night death threats at Shawn Phelan, the Vice super-genius who
came up with this plan and got a cell phone company to bankroll it.Everyone involved found a way to survive, though. Our Ontario guy Tim
McCready embraced the idea that "free drugs are good drugs," which led to
comical misadventures like the time he turned into a Down's robot when
someone in North Bay gave him tranquilizers, or when he found himself
defending his lady friend's honor in a punch-up with some ex-cons. But ask
him if he thinks it was worth it, sleeping 40 nights in van throughout
small-town Ontario, and he'll simply point to his distended belly bloated by
endless beer and 7/11 taquitos. We're not sure what that means.There are, of course, hundreds of stories that come out of a hundred parties
- do the math - and most of them are boring. Hell's Angels crashing BC
parties, tit-flashing galore in Quebec? Yawn. But the point is that we did
it. 100 parties in 100 nights, all over the giant landmass that is Canada.
And we are never, ever doing it again.
excited. It seemed like it would be non-stop fun. But try counting to a
hundred…can't do it, right? Goes on and on, doesn't it?The writing was on the wall as early as party #2 when our Alberta guy Mike
Tweedie got thrown in the drunk tank. We learned that yes, you can get drunk
off Coors Light, and that this was going to be a freaking marathon of
excess.
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increasingly tired, bloated, and cranky, not to mention prone to screaming
boozy late-night death threats at Shawn Phelan, the Vice super-genius who
came up with this plan and got a cell phone company to bankroll it.Everyone involved found a way to survive, though. Our Ontario guy Tim
McCready embraced the idea that "free drugs are good drugs," which led to
comical misadventures like the time he turned into a Down's robot when
someone in North Bay gave him tranquilizers, or when he found himself
defending his lady friend's honor in a punch-up with some ex-cons. But ask
him if he thinks it was worth it, sleeping 40 nights in van throughout
small-town Ontario, and he'll simply point to his distended belly bloated by
endless beer and 7/11 taquitos. We're not sure what that means.There are, of course, hundreds of stories that come out of a hundred parties
- do the math - and most of them are boring. Hell's Angels crashing BC
parties, tit-flashing galore in Quebec? Yawn. But the point is that we did
it. 100 parties in 100 nights, all over the giant landmass that is Canada.
And we are never, ever doing it again.