Allow me to take you on a journey of extreme embarrassment.
This video is from last November. My twinner friends and I took a little trip to Mississauga to see our friends play a show, and then proceeded to get ass-faced wasted afterwards in the bars and our hotel room.
Note: This is right after multiple 'glasses' of tequila on top of insane amounts of beer, and a trip to the hot tub (hence the uber frizzy hair).
The lovely drunken high-pitched disembodied voice is Miss Cait on the camera.
The guitar owner, lap, and holder of my beer is Mr. Bolt.
For future reference, never get me drunk, stick a guitar in my face (which I don't know how to play), and request to have a plastered singalong.