Thursday, November 05, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Keep rockin, and keep knockin. Sucka.
Amazingly I'm awake before 10 a.m. for once. Yesterday I didn't drag myself out of bed until noon, and didn't take a single breath outside of my house for the entire day. What a lazy waste of a day. Brilliant.
I literally woke up, had some sushi for lunch, then napped the afternoon away.
This weekend was a full one, and I made some solid rounds in TO and Barrie.
Since I'm such a fucking swell guy, I offered to take a full carload of stuff from KP's storage unit up to TO for her. So I loaded all sorts of shit into the old Subi on Thursday and headed to Barrie for a few days. Grabbed dad's iPoo-ed from the UPS store on the way into town.
Went out to dinner at Boston Pizza with Shan, then hit up some glow in the dark mini-putt followed by drinkin. Got wasted and ended up crashing at her pad, but not before waking her mom up with my rendition of Keri Hilson/Kanye's Knock You Down. The following morning I got chirped for my singing skills.
Had lunch with "Flo" on Friday, and wouldn't you knowit, she was hankering for a certain salad found only at Boston Pizza. So I strolled in again, hungover as fuck, with a different girl. And since I didn't make it home, I was fully clad in Thursday's attire. TLC's "I don't want know scrub" was running through my mind. Money.
After that solid catch-up I dropped in and saw Jay for a few hours. It had been awhile since I'd seen any of those 3, so it was good to catch up.
Friday night was Big Al's 60th birthday dinner in TO. We hit a Greek joint somewhere down on the Danforth. We showed up right on time for our 7:30 reservation... and stood around for 25 minutes waiting to be seated. What the fuck is the point of a reservation??? Assholes. The meal was good, despite our server's rack of ingrish. Greek styles, of course.
Stopped in at a gig for a couple hours after dinner. The band was called The Mason Rack Band. The lead singer/guitarist was impressively good. Recordings don't do this guy justice.
A ~40 year old woman was clearly on some sort of drug, and dancing her ass off in front of the the tiny little audience. Side-embarrassing. Then some d-bag dressed up as Jack Sparrow showed up, but claimed to speak very little English. He did say "my bitch is coming" though. Lo and behold, his bitch was the crazy black woman from the Pirates series. They made assholes of themselves on the dancefloor too.
Stopped in and saw Jenny that night after the gig, and caught up with her for a few hours.
The following morning, my brother blew a tire on his car, so I had to follow him to the dealership and drive him back to my dad's place. This all delayed my dropping-off of KPs stuff, which had been severly restricting my rearview vision for days. Finally got down to her place and her family helped me unpack the car. I think everyone was a little surprised just how much shit I had in there. She's got an impressively cute and cool new roomie, but unfortunately she's off the market. Rats.
After that I ran down to meet Findlay for lunch at a place called Utopia. Pretty cool little restaurant. I ate an awesome Bison burger. Mmmmmmm. Dropped him off at home, then made my way back to my dad's in order to follow my bro down to the Halloween party in Guelph.
I was the Incredible Hulk this year. Nothing too interesting happened that night, since we just hung out with the usual suspects at Thompo's place. Got nice and shithammered though.
Then Sunday I made my way back to London. All in all it was a pretty solid weekend.
p.s. I love this look. Especially the chocolate brown squeezer!
I literally woke up, had some sushi for lunch, then napped the afternoon away.
This weekend was a full one, and I made some solid rounds in TO and Barrie.
Since I'm such a fucking swell guy, I offered to take a full carload of stuff from KP's storage unit up to TO for her. So I loaded all sorts of shit into the old Subi on Thursday and headed to Barrie for a few days. Grabbed dad's iPoo-ed from the UPS store on the way into town.
Went out to dinner at Boston Pizza with Shan, then hit up some glow in the dark mini-putt followed by drinkin. Got wasted and ended up crashing at her pad, but not before waking her mom up with my rendition of Keri Hilson/Kanye's Knock You Down. The following morning I got chirped for my singing skills.
Had lunch with "Flo" on Friday, and wouldn't you knowit, she was hankering for a certain salad found only at Boston Pizza. So I strolled in again, hungover as fuck, with a different girl. And since I didn't make it home, I was fully clad in Thursday's attire. TLC's "I don't want know scrub" was running through my mind. Money.
After that solid catch-up I dropped in and saw Jay for a few hours. It had been awhile since I'd seen any of those 3, so it was good to catch up.
Friday night was Big Al's 60th birthday dinner in TO. We hit a Greek joint somewhere down on the Danforth. We showed up right on time for our 7:30 reservation... and stood around for 25 minutes waiting to be seated. What the fuck is the point of a reservation??? Assholes. The meal was good, despite our server's rack of ingrish. Greek styles, of course.
Stopped in at a gig for a couple hours after dinner. The band was called The Mason Rack Band. The lead singer/guitarist was impressively good. Recordings don't do this guy justice.
A ~40 year old woman was clearly on some sort of drug, and dancing her ass off in front of the the tiny little audience. Side-embarrassing. Then some d-bag dressed up as Jack Sparrow showed up, but claimed to speak very little English. He did say "my bitch is coming" though. Lo and behold, his bitch was the crazy black woman from the Pirates series. They made assholes of themselves on the dancefloor too.
Stopped in and saw Jenny that night after the gig, and caught up with her for a few hours.
The following morning, my brother blew a tire on his car, so I had to follow him to the dealership and drive him back to my dad's place. This all delayed my dropping-off of KPs stuff, which had been severly restricting my rearview vision for days. Finally got down to her place and her family helped me unpack the car. I think everyone was a little surprised just how much shit I had in there. She's got an impressively cute and cool new roomie, but unfortunately she's off the market. Rats.
After that I ran down to meet Findlay for lunch at a place called Utopia. Pretty cool little restaurant. I ate an awesome Bison burger. Mmmmmmm. Dropped him off at home, then made my way back to my dad's in order to follow my bro down to the Halloween party in Guelph.
I was the Incredible Hulk this year. Nothing too interesting happened that night, since we just hung out with the usual suspects at Thompo's place. Got nice and shithammered though.
Then Sunday I made my way back to London. All in all it was a pretty solid weekend.
p.s. I love this look. Especially the chocolate brown squeezer!
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