Ok, I’m never on the computer for long enough to do any blogs, because my brother always goes on, even though he has his own, and it can easily be hooked up, he still decides to annex my computer.
So now, after some verbal harassment and physical abuse at the hands of Nana, I will post some interesting stuff that has happened to me recently.
Canada Day
It was a really hot day, even laying in one place playing “Cabellas’ Big Game Hunter” made me sweat. After walking around a lot during the day, we came to the brutal realization that the beer store was closed, it was turning out to be a really crap-tasitc day. Fortunately enough we had some hard alcohol sitting around the house so I made myself a random mix, with grape pop, and quickly drank the volatile yet diluted solution. After Nana left with Uzo and Co. I waited for the OK to go, from Arjun, who was trying to get in contact with Marky Mark from The RoamerS.
Anyways, by the time I left, my slight drinkers high was gone, and I was to meet up with them at the Rideau Mall, which is a quick walk down the street. As I was approaching the entrance facing Rideau St. I walked by a group of rubberneckers at a scene, now I didn’t really see how it happened, but all I heard was “He got Shot”, as I got further, I hear another person say “Don’t move him”, and as I look to the ground on my left, I see this young man laying on the ground, with a group of people standing around him. All I did after seeing and hearing everything around me, for some stupid reason all I thought to myself was…”You don’t see that everyday”, and continued walking. I walked around trying to find Arjun, and Phil after waiting for a long time outside the mall, because the mall was closed, so I thought i would go to their stop, but the bridge was closed, becuse of the celebrations. So as I returned and passed the scene again, I saw a pool of blood, and a bunch of guys kicking around the poor guy’s bling bling necklace that broke off during the altercation I think, but like before, I just kept walking.
After waiting for what seemed like forever Arjun, and the Portuguese man of war, Phil Vicente, finally showed up and we headed for the hill.
It was damned busy, and there if there is one thing that pisses me off, its SLOW PEOPLE, they damn well walk the slowest, even though they are young and agile, they take their damned time walking, and because it was difficult to move, it just made things 10X more annoying. Eventually we migrated to the corner of Metcalfe, and Wellington, which is on the other side of the street of Parliament Hill, and in front of the Infocentre, where we were supposed to meet up with Nana with Uzo and Co. By the end of the show, I ended up on top of some newspaper boxes, and witnessed the exodus of Biblical proportions, while looking for Nana with Uzo and Co.
Eventually we decided to abandon hope and we finally got in contact with Mark. Eventually we ended up going to Phil’s then driving to Clarly’s, then Nana showed up, and the rest is History.
The Prom Crashers
Now I don’t think it was really “Crashing” the party, more like showing up and causing a disturbance. Everything that Hiro said basically sums up the evening, but I should add some things to the story.
Ok now I wasn’t “Extremely Drunk”, I was “pretty drunk”, or “fairly wasted”, but not enough for me to keel over or anything. And for those who have yet to see me drunk (which is rare), I get rowdy, like I’m bouncing off the walls almost, a good example would be giving a 5 year old kid sugar, and watch the kid wind up and just go. I have the mentality of “Go Hard or Go Home” with drinking, if there is something guaranteed awesome that’s happening, then I’ll get completely shitterhoused, but if not, then a few drinks to wet the whistle and I’m done, because there is no purpose to really drink.
Anyways back to the story, there was a lot of yelling, laughing, honking whilst in an automobile. By this time, the drunk was almost gone, but the rowdy and semi-perma use of the outdoor voice was still present. When we got to the party, we easily got in, I remember walking around, talking to the Deejay’s, because I know them, and also because I am awesome.
I also remember shotgunning beer that Hiro found in the fridge (thanks again Hiro), once I finished shotgunning the beer, I threw the not yet empty can at the fire, but because I was pretty drunk, it just dropped down in front of me, but upon realization that there was some more beer left in the can (7 seconds later-ish), I picked it up off the ground, drank the rest of the beer out of the shotgun hole, and threw it back at the fire…I missed again.
I ran into a lot of familiar faces, some were awesome and actually talked to me, but some were pompous sons of a bitches that were too good to talk to me. I actually said hey to them, some said hey back, but some just kind of looked at you and then walked away, seriously now? Are you too good for your own kind to even come down from your ivory tower to even talk for a bit.
I don’t care though, I just wanted to point out that there were some jack asstors in the crowd, who thought they were better then everyone, especially me.
The best part of the night was the yelling, and finding the treasure that was beer, thank goodness for Nana’s hawk eyes at night, NO…Wait…Owl eyes at night, yeah that makes more sense. Spotting the cache naively left unattended, and it was our duty as responsible adults to confiscate the illegal paraphenelia, and consume it, just to make sure it was what we thought it was…And it was.
We were in the front drive way, which was shaped in a U shape, where we finished our confiscated goods, and decided to return to the party in the backyard to bid adieu to the folks (the good people, not the asses), when the parent AKA “Supervisor” of the party came out and kicked us out. Oh well, hope she has fun cleaning up broken beer bottles in front of the house.
OH yeah! I almost forgot, while all this happened, I was wearing a foam visor that had the words “Wal-Mart” on it…At least I think it said that…It might have been “Wally World”, oh well, it doesn’t matter.
