It was a good day. I enjoyed the great game between France and Brazil, and enjoyed it even more when the French sent Brazil on their way home.
Brazil is a team full of great individual players, but they didn’t mesh together well enough as a team to defeat France, who played solid.
Anyways, Canada day was ok, after the soccer game, a bunch of us played poker, and then the Portuguese Man of War, Phil Vicente himself and his brother Dan and I decided to head to a friends house and try to meet up with them to go to Parliament to catch the celebrations.
I wanted to start drinking in the University Centre while I was waiting for Phil and his brother, but it was all fizzy and I couldn’t really open it in there. I stuck with the dependable 40 of Olde English, it was awesome.
It took us 45 mins to get on a bus and make our way over to the house, and when we got to our stop, the damn bus driver didn’t even stop and let us get out of the bus, so we had to walk an extra block and a half to our destination.
When we got there, we were informed by someone sitting on their steps that they just left…that made us all pissed. We spent all that time trying to get there and they were gone. So we did the next best thing, we headed to the nearby park, and got drunk. After what seemed like hours, Phil and his brother decided to head home, but they didn’t want to carry a whole load of beer all the way back to their place, so what they did was that they stashed it on the back porch of our friends place, so he climbed up and placed them in the BBQ.
After heading about a block away, we stopped to watch the fireworks from the street, and Phil got a phone call from none other then the famous Mark Wilson. Asking us if we were going to head back to their place after, but we all thought it was something like 1 AM so they were going to leave, and I was going to stick around. But it turned out that we were all drunk, and it was only 10 PM. So we decided to head back to their place and wait for them.
When we got there, we got a little bored, so Phil climbed up to their back porch again, and we…kinda’ found our way into the house, hung out, watched some tv, and got more drunk, all before they got back. It was so wrong…but so right.
Anyways, we hung out at their place, and got even more drunk, which was awesome. And after the shindig was over, I ended up walking through downtown Ottawa drunk, and alone…it was awesome.
About half way throught the trip I was getting kind of hungry, but all the stores were closed, cause it was something like 3 AM, but when I was about to give up hope, I saw a sign…a Tim Hortons sign, this made me happy, but almost all of their delcious treats were gone, so I ended up getting a muffin, and it was a very satisfying muffin.
Yeah, the most important part was that I came home safe.
- Yeah, a bunch of stupid kids decided to take a piss on the National War Memorial, which also houses the tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Anways, they were identified by the Ottawa Police and 2 of the 3 idiots were underage and the Third idiot was identified as well, but isn’t in police custody yet.
I hope they come down hard on these guys. It would be even better if they got shipped off to Afghanistan so they can see first hand the sacrifice’s made by our men and women serving overseas.
