I am le tired

It's Friday night and I finally feel like I have enough energy to function normally.

Last weekend was a big one, but at the start of this week it felt like someone took a sledgehammer to my energy level. It's not like I was sick or sore or fatigued, I was just completely exhausted. My eyes kept trying to close all day Monday, and as the week went by it finally subsided. Thankfully I've been able to sleep alot, and each day I've progressively felt better.

I gotta say I haven't felt anything like this in years, back in highschool when I had mono. Except this time I felt much healthier.


Last week I took off early to Toronto on Weds and met up with KP for dinner downtown. Hadn't seen her in awhile, and it was great to catch up. It turns out that a buddy of mine was at the same place, but rather than come and say hi, he just creeped on me from a distance, then sent me a text afterwards. Fucking weirdo... but I ended up seeing him at the wedding on Saturday anyway.

Thursday I went down to London for homecoming, and I had a hilarious plan for my arrival. I was in desperate need of a haircut, so I went to my old-school barber by the gates. Fortunately for me, I had forgotten to return my keys to Betty when I moved out of the sublet, so I took it upon myself to just show up at her place, let myself in, and have a nice shower. Needless to say she was a little surprised to find me half naked in her house, just coming out of the bathroom.

I chilled there for a bit, then hit up the Wave for dinner with Yakob. Young hoors galore, but none of them could drink. It was priceless.
It was actually my buddy Ty's bday, so we ended up boozing pretty hard that night. We had some serious discussions on how the world is falling into ruin, and I woke up with a brutal headache on Friday. Ended up chilling at Tys for half the day because my car was blocked in at the back of the building.

I spent the rest of day pwning at Jake's place, and that afternoon I hit the GC for some beers with the old lab rats, and it was good to catch up with them too. We got these wicked 1L beermugs full of Sleeman, and you got the keep the huge mug. All for $9.50 - can't beat that shit.

That night was Betty's kegger, and it was a pretty rockin time. Got nice and boozed, pwned some more noobs, and I actually ran into some old faces from Pano. Jeff Gordon (aka Dupont) lost his shit when he saw me at the party. I hadn't seen him in two years, but it turned out that he had been working in Betty's lab all summer and neither of us knew it. What a waste of good boozing days, he's a solid guy. It was good to catch up with Binnsy too, and despite the fact that I'm finally in Ottawa, it turns out that he finally left. He did give me the heads up on the copious amount of outdoor hockey games that take place in this town come wintertime, and I'm definitely gonna hit them up.

I woke up decently early on Saturday to head to Waterloo for Laura and NVP's wedding. Despite the rain, it was a really good day for everyone. The service was long but wasn't unbearable, and I'm rather impressed that the poor bastard didn't faint or something.

My third night of boozing in a row called for a wide variety of booze to be mixed together that night. The dinner was great, the music dancing was good, the speeches were solid, and the venue was really nice. It turns out that Calderon was also celebrating his 27th bday that night, so we did more shots than I can possibly remember. The bride happens to have prominent bangs, and apparently I was yelling "Laura Bangs! Laura Bangs!" about 5 feet away from her mother. Just my luck.

They had rented a photo-booth for the wedding, and rather than have a formal guestbook, you'd get two copies of the pictures and tape one into the book, then sign something beside it. Naturally we abused this right, and had tons of photos just for the hell of it. Bunn and I were flying solo, so we had a solid set with forearm flexing and nipples included. Great times!

My wedding gift was an absolute debacle, since I forgot to get a card. I ended up using the wedding invitation envelope that my brother had randomly brought in his luggage. I crossed out his and Mangela's names, put in my own, and wrote "return to sender" on the front. The boys made me stuff the envelope full of teabags for some reason. What a joke... classic Mintvis??

Mangela was quite pissed at me that night since I was drunk and stubborn about some fucking thing, and she was extremely unimpressed with my slowness the next morning as well. I drove back to TO and during my massive hangover I agreed to help my old buddy Findlay move into his new pad downtown. We had the most incredibly heavy shelves to lug up from the parking garage, and I almost tore my arms off in the process. It's a pretty sick place, with a view of the ACC and the waterfront. Tres badass. Fin bought me a beer for my struggles, and we hit a pub for dinner.

I went home, crashed, and woke up super early to catch my train back to Ottawa. And so began the week of le tired.