St. Paddy's Day Drunk Fest

So this is up and that is down, my hatred of the world is what makes it go round.

Well as I sit here with a cigarette in my mouth and a glass of someones whiskey in my hand I've decided to write about or at least try to write about the house party that we hosted on Saturday. Most likely this will be the last post for this blog as I'm the only one that posts anymore and Facebook has now become the "it" site to converse about our drunken evenings. An ideal ending would be for someone to post on Lauras 19th bday pubcrawl next month, considering it started a year ago on her 18th. I highly doubt it, but we'll see.....


Looking at the pics I'd say the Cast List was pretty much everyone who is anyone, plus about 12 people who I have no clue who they are.

Ok I can't do it, basically we all got drunk, like stupid ass monkey drunk. People were still showing up at 5am so the drinking continued till like 10am. Lot of people crashed at the house and one guy was dubbed "Guy on the Couch" as no one knew who he was and he was still sleeping there at like 1 in the afternoon. Keg stands were numerous and ceiling tiles were broken. When the keg was finished it was taken for a lap around the block, or should I say the arena. Some guy that was grabbin' on my ex the night before showed up and once again I didn't bottle him, mainly cause all we had were plastic cups. Bryan no longer has an Ipod as it was stolen.

So yeah, we got bombed, some of us drove home drunk, Sienna Miller was finished.


By the way Brenna is shredded and fuck is that ever hot, good God what a body!

Against Doctors Orders

Well I'm back in the city and the name of the game was drink until all my ailments left me but after a visit to my doc who I haven't seen in over 7 years, drinking was taken off my to do list. When I was out of town and I had a chance to talk to people the common thing I would often here was "we should go out drinking this weekend when you get back". So with that plan drifting around we tried to make things a bit more solid. With Friday being a lack luster night split between the Stonehouse and Fluid, we decided we'd hit up what is probably the best bar on Jasper Ave, The Druid.

So with only a small band of our brothers heading out to the bar it was uncertain what the night would have in store for us. For myself seeing as I'm currently on 3 different kinds of prescriptions drugs I had figured that the loopyness I was feeling in my head would be the extent of my intoxication. I would soon find out that my alcoholism has reached an new level.


The Cast:

Pat
Bryan
Jessie
Pannich


The Supporting Cast:

Lindsey
Stacey
Jenny Asstron
Ashley (Shauns Girl) plus friends
Ashley A
Bobby (Ashleys Boy) plus friends


Location: The Druid
Time: 9:30

This episode began at the Frat with some light drinking, joking about, and some Futuresex/Lovesounds. Both Bryan and Jessie were drinking their respective poisons and were surprised to see that they each had some booze left from previous nights. As always we set ourselves a certain time we expect to leave and arrive at our destination but just as always we never seem to stick to it. With a bit of pre-drinking done we hopped into the civic and Pannich drove us to our destination.

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I'm actually thinking about this night and I can't say that anything really happened. I mean a few things did happen but as I think about them in detail it almost seems pointless to write it out in full. I know I usually blog the shit out of every event right down to the very last detail no matter how trivial, but I'm just sittin' here and I'm thinking to myself "What the fuck is point?" I don't know I mean I can can usually write these things out none stop for hours on end if I have too, but lately I find myself struggling to complete even the basic of nights. I guess I'm just so use to writing all that nonsensical manifesto shit, two of which I posted previous to the house party post, that when it comes down to just retelling a night on the town it just fails to compare. I don't know maybe my Docs right.

But whatever, I'll throw some key points at you real quick and you can make do with it what you can.

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When we get there we find Lindsey and Stacy sitting in one of the nooks off to the right side of the bar. The bar is not packed yet but seating is already full and the usual hot spots for crowds are already filling. After an unusual greeting, and I mean unusual by the way of a long two handed ass grab from Lindsey I stole a seat and let the others wander off into dankness that the Druid comands. Stacey and Lindsey seemed to be the ones that were taking charge of the drinking when we first got there as the guys seemed to be scoping out the surroundings. Not to worry though cause Bryan and Jessie brought forth the representation that they always do when the E-town boys are drinking. Jessie may not have ended up walking around in his boxers or Bryan throwing up and falling in the snow like a couple weekends back, but they still had award winning performances. So around this time we noticed Ashley come in with a couple friends that didn't seem too interested in hanging around with us. I would later find out that Pannich had made out with one of them in a bedroom at the Martini Party back in December. I just love how we know all these people that we've fucked around with in one way or another in the past and now it makes shit uncomfortable when we see them in social situations. No one does it better than us cause there are so many of us. Anyways it's about this time that the terrible person I am comes to the forefront. Uncharacteristically Bryan and Pannich follow suit. Even more so is when Jessie reaches our level. So it's pretty safe to say that we are terrible people.

4 1/2, 3 under, 1 over, $5 buy in, nuff said.

Jenny Asstron arrived somewhere in the night but I'm not too sure of the time frame. She had driven her new motor vehicle so she wasn't drinking, but she never usually does anyway. Must have been about 11 at this point and my alcoholism kicked in. It may be hard to understand but I'm coming off a two week hitch in Swine fucking Thrills where on the average day I'm drinking about 5 beers before work and another 5 after, toss a couple beers to the boys and that's a case a day. 24 pack of MGD runs you $53 in that shithole and I didn't feel like drinking Bud everyday. There are only two things the boys on that rig drink, Pepsi and Budweiser. Anyways I cave at about 11pm and I start drinking, what a dumb thing to do.

I asked my doc if I can drink on any of these multitude of meds he's prescribed and he says "no".

I say "what if I take them in the morning, can I drink at night?"

He says "doesn't matter what time of the day you take them, no alcohol."

So one beer and shits not alright up in the old grape, if you know what I mean. So instead of stopping I decide I'll pace myself. By now I'm sure the drinkers were drunk, except Lindsey and Stacey who seemed to stop drinking when they realized that they couldn't keep up with the seasoned vets, Jessie and Bryan. In an attempt to elevate the drunkiness and try and catch up I ordered a couple rounds of drop shots. Stacey decided on Dr. Peppers so we got 5 of those and despite Lindseys attempt to get next round to be Nigger Bombs, it was decided that Bottle Caps would be an easier and more tasteful choice.

One thing we need everyone to learn from this is: Dr. Peppers taste disgusting when drank after a Bottle Cap, the sweetness, sour, and 36 flavour mix just doesn't taste right.

For some reason, possibly cause she reached her drinking limit, Lindsey opted out on the last drop shot so Jessie manned up. By now I had had about 5 drinks and old familiar took charge in my body. I could no longer feel the affects of the meds, it was just the booze, but I felt sober. Maybe they cancel each other out? Something for the scientists to look into. So the other Ashley had decided to grace us with her seemingly drunk presence which is always welcome in my book. After a quick hello and an even quicker introuction to her new boyfriend she was off dancing and frolicking with the mass of people on the dance floor. At some point the song Mr. Brightside began playing and I think Shauns girlfriend must have seen the dismay in my eyes cause after a brief explanation from me I got another pep talk/lecture about Francine. Everyones got an opinion, everyones got the answers, but all that matters if what I know and what Fran knows. Problem is that no one else knows what Fran knows.

I'm not sure what time is was when Stacey and Lindsey decided to leave but Lindsey seemed to be in a bad mood and they left in a hurry. With our night forcefully ending fast the 3 guys made there rounds and kept me filled in on the progress reports each time they made a lap. Jessie had some choice words about Bryans wingman capabilities but I'll keep those to myself cause they were pretty damn funny.

Well I'm not sure what to say about the night out except that we drove Shauns Ashley home to Shauns and we stopped for Wendys. Some drunk bastard ended up eating my Big Bacon Classic Combo and I think it was Jessie based on the texting we did.

Here's how it went:

Pat sent "One of you drunks is eating my burger"

Jessie responded "That might be me i gal"

Jessie responded "Have pickles and shit"

So he ate my Big Bacon Classic and I got a Jr. Bacon.

Anyways, so I wake up around 4am and my hands are swollen. Like I'm talking Swollen Members swollen. Think Dave Grohls hand in the video for Everlong. I'm sure if I had rings on I would have lost a finger or two. So naturally I'm a little concerned. I grab that Healthwatch Reminder sheet that you get from Shoppers with each prescription and I begin reading them over but none of them say anything about gigantisms. So I call the 24hr hotline and I talk to some women, she asks me what's wrong, what I'm on, the dosage amount, and if I can think of anything that may have caused the reaction. I tell her I had a couple beers, she asks how many is a couple, I say about 5 or 6, she says that the alcohol is the cause of the reaction. I'm told that the swelling will go down when the alcohol leaves my body. She then makes a point of saying that next time I should listen to my doctor.

Well I figure I'll leave it at that. I had a really weird but detailed dream a few nights back, maybe I'll post it up here so some of you that are interested in dream translating, tarot cards and what not can give your opinions.

So yeah, this is some tired shit. Next time I'll try not to swear as much, but it's been a few days since I've had a drink.

Damn, now that I think about it, I'm not suppose to drink for at least a month and a half.

My life has now reached 6 feet under rock bottom.

Christening the Frat House

Well I suppose it's time I start writing about our drunken debauchery as opposed to whatever I feel like writing. Though as I write this it has been over 3 weeks since the party took place and I don't have much memory left of that night. Spending 2 weeks in up in Swine Thrills takes a toll on ones psyche and a couple of weeks seemed like months when dealing with issues that are boiling over in my head. So as I think back to that weekend I remember the possibilties of what could have happened and some of the things that actually happened. I'll do what I can to get things back on track.


The Cast:

Pat
Ryan
Bryan......

basically the entire e-town crew

Supporting Cast:

The usual girls plus a handful of new faces


Day: Friday the 12th

So even though I had called the boys a week in advance to get things together for the party, i.e. a keg of MGD, somethings don't turn out the way I'd like them to. So after a day spent in Nisku I call up Bryan to see the progress on getting any keg after a late order of MGD was undeliverable. We had decided that a lager would be the best bet for everyone as it usually means that we can drink more of it. Beer of choice was Coors Light, the Silver Bullet. As I was saying I was on my way back from Nisku when I called Bryan only to find out that there was no progress on the keg and that we'd have to go to our clutch places as our last resort. Not five minutes after I had hung up Bryan called back and gave me the address of some back alley liquor store on the southside that had a keg of Coors. After picking it up and loading it into my car I dubbed him "Joey Coors". Once back at the house we buried him in the snow in preparations for the next evening.


Location: The Frat House or The House, until something better is thought up
Time: All day/night kind of deal

So after a day spent running around and doing errands I headed back to the house around 7. Some of the guys were already there drinking from Joey and short while later Francine and her crew showed up. Between I'd say 7 and 9 is when the majority of the people showed up.

Hmm... well alright, it seems I don't remember alot of what happened and more specifically the time frame and order of the events. So I guess I'll just throw out a bunch of things that happened and what I remember, I'm sure you'll all be able to piece things together.

At one point I remember being downstairs and I heard a loud bang as someone dropped something upstairs. Once I got up there I found out that the something was Pannich and the someone was Bryan and Marco. From what I gathered it was a keg stand gone wrong.

Downstairs there was alot Guitar Hero going on and many duels were had. I'm sure the overall champ at the end of the night was Ross.

Upstairs Sean, Kim, Bryan, Marco, and myself played some dumb drinking game that involved cards and dice. The whole point of the game was to get you drunk but I felt that without a sense of accomplishment in winning the game that it was rather pointless.

A couple of douch bag looking guys showed up at some point and everyone watched them closely until they left a short time later.

Some girl that came with Marco's cousin found out that some guy she broke up with over a year earlier had died so she was making a big deal about it. Katie called her on it and ended up almost slapping her.

Some time in the night Natasha and one of those other girls she's always with decided to make tuna sandwhiches and of course that didn't turn out well. Not sure why they keep showing up to our gatherings.

Keiths girl Ashley threw up after drinking a good portion of her Porn Star combo, I think Katie or Pam helped her out.

One of the couples, Shaun and Ashley, showed up on bad terms and fighting but after a few drinks things seemed to cool down between them.

I remember switching it up at one point and doing shots of Tequila with Fran and some of the other girls.

Towards the end of the night I remember a good number of people sitting on my bed and around my room. I remember this cause I've got a pic of me and Brenna.

Right now that's about all I can remember involving the social part of the night so I may aswell finish up with how I remember my night ending. At some point in the night I began fighting with Francine because, well, that's what we do. I remember going to the washroom to take a piss and while washing my hands I looked in the mirror and everything started to go black. Now this has happened before so I know that it means my body has been overcome with alcohol and my brain is shutting down, to keep it short I'm blacking out. Like I said this has happened to me before so I know the best thing for me to do is sit down or better yet lay down. Given my current predicament I was far wanting to black out so I contemplated the best ways to give myself a few more hours if need be, but came up short. So as I reached for the door knob to get out of the washroom I had an idea, a sudden urge, I felt the best idea was for me to throw up. I put my head over the toilet and regurgitated a couple streams. Afterwards I brushed my teeth, popped a couple pieces of gum, and I think I went back into the argument. I say think cause I don't remember if anything was said afterwards and I don't recall anything after that point.

When I woke up it was around 9am and the first thing I obvioulsy noticed was that Fran was gone. This is about when a sudden feeling of dread at the fact that I lost something completely overcame me. I got up, still wearing my jeans, took a look around the house to see what was what, found out that Pannich, Marco, Adriano, and Ross were still somewhere in the house. So with a general idea of what was going on I just figured that what I needed most right then was to see that girl. Now I don't know why I didn't call or text, maybe I did but don't remember, but since my first instinct was to go see her I jumped in my car and headed north on 97th. With everything racing through my head it wasn't as obvious to me at first but I was driving in the middle of two lanes and everything seemed to be spinning about 90 degrees only to reset and spin again. I was intoxicated. Nothing good come of me being in that situation so I decided the best thing was for me to go back home. Once I realized exactly how intoxicated I was I decided that an even better thing for me to do was to stop driving as soon as possible, the nearest house was Castle Keep. So that's where I woke up a few hours later in my old room in an unfamiliar bed.

I'd like to think I learned something after that evening/morning but since then everything sort of just fell apart and my recent actions have shown me I haven't learned a damn thing.

So I'll try and keep it to the bars, to the drunk, to ways of the E-Town force.

On Our Best Behaviour

As we all mature certain things become expected of us. We desire to do things less foolish than when we were younger so it's easy to say that we use our better judgement when we have decisions to make. Sometimes though we still make bad choices, the consequences for better or worse just seem to have more fallout.

This episode was a semi-formal evening with exclusive invites and the only booze expected to be flowing was in the form of Martinis, at a moderate rate. I had assumed everyone was suppose to be on their best behaviour.


The Cast:

(These are the ones that were invited plus the hosts)

Pat
Shaun
Ashley
Bryan
Ryan
Katie
Pam
Jessie
Chris
Katrina
Marco
Burger
Ross
Scott
Andre
Plus a few more who I didn't know

Supporting Cast:

(These are the +1 that the above brought as dates)

Laura
Jocelyn
Brian (Gay)
Rylee
Michelle
Matt
Girl
Girl
Girlfriend
Wife

I've forgotten names and faces so get off your asses and contribute


Location: The Denny Residence


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I started this post almost 3 weeks ago and it's now a few days away from the new year. For the most part I do remember what happened but after the last few weeks I don't much care to finish writing it. I'll sum it up, but it'll be brief and vague.

we drank,
we had guests,
I made drinks,
people got drunk,
good times were had,
good times were had in bedrooms,
good times were had in bathrooms,


That's pretty much it.

It's amazing how the actions of drunk people can affect others.

The End of the Mac Attack

This doesn't really have much to do with the E-Town crew but seeing as how I've sort of commandeered the blog I'll write this one up so everyone will be up to date.

Well as this year just keeps getting worse for me I can add another item to my list of bad things that have happened. On Tuesday we had to put old Mac dog down as some complications had arisen. Mac was a crazy dog and I'm sure he bit most of you, cause he sure bit me alot. I always figured he'd have to be put down but had always imagined it to be because he mauled some kid walking by the house. After blowing out his knee a couple years back he had been putting more stress on his back legs and that caused one of his disks to slip and push against his spine. So with the pressure on his spine he was unable to walk and when he did he most likely had little control over his back legs. So with MacKenzie passing on that's the last of the animals as it was almost to the day last year when the fat Ginger cat also died.

I don't normally post pics even though most of you want me to but I'll throw some up of Big Mac. Maybe my sis will want to throw some better pics up as these are just some cell phone pics, but we'll see.

Even though we acted like we hated each other I'm sure deep down somewhere we didn't.

I'll always remember our epic battles...

cause I've got the scars to remind me.

E-town Lames out on Jessie

Well things have sort of gotten away from me as I'm never around when people need me but I'll throw up a brief summary of the night Jessie turned 23. This night actually happened on the 11 but this post will be dated the 20.

First off I'll just say that the E-town crew straight up lamed out or flat left (which makes you a flatleaver) Jessie on his bday. Out of all the cast members that appear in the blog Jessie is one of, if not the most, constant. What do you think that means? Well after looking at all the posts it means that he comes out for everyones parties and everyones birthdays. We had a hard summer with back to back weekends of bdays, house parties, and pub crawls. It's a pretty safe bet that if it was anything outside of just a regular "let's go drink on Whyte cause it's cheap Thursday" that Jessie was there.

With that in mind it's hard to understand how for just one night some of us can't seem to lose our ambition. Now I understand that ambition is a tricky thing but when it causes you to miss out on your buddies birthday maybe you should re-think it, especially when that buddy went to your birthday. Now I understand that we had a triple bday the weekend before at I-Ho but the only person I would give a "get out of jail free" card to would be Adriano. Another problem was some lame pubcrawl that a good portion of you jumped on. $20 for a bus ride from Globe to the Iron Horse, yeah, good idea. I know some of you bought your tickets thinking Jessie would be on it, but he did a pretty good job of keeping everyone up to date with his plans through email.

I'll single a couple people out here cause they should know better. Bryan some how managed to cock block himself which I think maybe a first in recorded history. I don't know how he did it but he didn't get the girl he paid $20 for so it seems to fit. The second would be Rylee, Jessie's girlfriend. Now I don't know much about this girl so it's hard to say anything bad, but to me her stock has dropped more than Red Robins. I'll tell you what do know. Her boyfriend of a little over a month is having his birthday and of course she is invited. Does she show? No. The reason I'm told is that her friend is having relationship trouble. Well what do you think YOU'RE having now!? I don't know about Jessie but if my girlfriend pulled a no show for my birthday we'd be having relationship problems. The way it looks from my perspective is that she cares more about her friends relationship than she does about her own. Seems messed up to me, but only those two really know what's going on and they shouldn't listen me by any means.

I'll now summarize the night.

-we pre-drink at my place
-we get to the Globe (before entering Keith throws up)
-shots all around
-flatleavers flat leave (Bryan included)
-more drinking and slutty girls get crazy
-sobers show up and gay Bryan with gay boyfriend leave
-more drinking (Jessie gets crazy)
-Steve Johnson
-sobers leave and I leave a voicemail for casual sex

I'll write out the voicemail I left cause I think it's entertaining. Don't read if anything sexual said by me may offend you.

"Hey baby it's me. I've been thinking about you all night and all I wanna do is go down on you. I know you taste sooo good, I just wanna lick your body all over. I wanna squeeze your tits and make you scream. Let me make love to you all night. Give me call back, you know the number. Ciao."

-crazy girl dances some more
-Jay Jonah reels one in
-all but a handful leave
-Jessie, Keith, and Pat grab some pizza
-Jessie throws his pizza at the t.v.
-the 3 head to Fluid for more booze
-Pat makes a note after doing some shots that he has past his safe drinking limit
-try to get a cab and fluid closes
-hail a cab and get dropped off

That's pretty much the night minus the humor and excitement that comes with detail. So it was night full of booze, girls, pizza, and casual sex.

For those of you who lamed out, you let us down.

For those of you who came out, cheers.

Relationships Woes

Alright now E-Town this has nothing to do with anything that has happened in the last 6-7 years but I just had to say something. As most of you know I'm doing a bit of moving so that also entails alot of cleaning and sorting which is how I came across this gem. About 7 years ago during summer break some friends and I were driving crazily down a shoreline road by some fishing town. We were drinking of course and I decided to stand up out the sun roof. Well we ended up hitting some guy crossing the road and I took a bit of a knock to my torso but when all was said and done the guy we hit was dead. With our bright futures in front of us we tossed his body into the ocean, I'm pretty sure it was the Atlantic. Well everything was fine until the next summer when I got this note.

(I'll blog it out if it's too hard to read, so skip down)

Alright I posted it and when I looked it over it took to much effort to read so here it is exactly as it's written on paper,

Patrick,

Do you enjoy pushing her away? Do you enjoy neglecting her? I know you don't know me but I'm only informing her of the truth and pretty soon she'll realize that what I will be telling her in my letters is true and she'll leave you and then you'll finally realize how special she is. I have a few questions. Do you even tell her how important she is to you? I bet you don't. Are you there for her when she needs you? Or are you too busy playing sports? I bet you're playing sports. Did you find out about my first letter on Friday or has she had to wait until today when you decided to grace her with your presence? I bet she has to tell you today. By now you want to kill me but sorry neither of you know me so it won't be happening. Mainly what I'm trying to tell you is one day you'll wake up and realize that she is one in a million and you'll never have anyone that special ever again. But it will be too late because she'll be sick of you neglecting her and she'll be gone. Honestly I hope that happens because if this is the way you treat your girlfriend then she is better off without you. Think about it if you care about you relationship at all, cause if you don't gaurd your turf someone will move in, take over and do it very happily. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she really does like you, maybe you treat her differently when you're alone, but why are you afraid to show it to everyone else? One more questions. does she like roses? I think I may get her one for Valentines Day. You know what, If I'm right, you don't even care about what I have said to you in this note.

from your girlfriends admirer.

p.s. why don't you give her up now instead of losing her and looking like a fool, sure you'll hurt her, but then she'll be able to move on to someone better.

(Well that's that, but did that son-of-a-bitch call me a fool?)

As you can tell it has nothing to do with us hitting that guy but with one of my past relationships. Now anyone who reads this blog and happened to catch "I Will Always Be the Worst" knows that I've got a terrible track record when it comes to relationships. Well I recieved this one day during lunch at O'Leary. I opened my locker to have this note fall out. I think it must have been grade 10. It goes on to say that blah blah blah, I'm a bad boyfriend, I don't deserve her, I'll never find anyone that special again, well you can read it so you know what it says.

So I read this thing over after so many years and I'm not angry, I never was, with the exception of maybe my last two relationships I've never really given damn how things turn out. Do I know who sent it? No I don't. I had a chance to find out as the constable at O'Leary looked at the footage caught on the security cameras but I just didn't care. Now there was alot of speculation amongst the crew at the time and the general consensus was that my girlfriend at the time had gotten someone to write it and send it to me to try and make me a better boyfriend. With everything going on it actually made sense, she questioned me about "the letter" before I had even told her. If that was the reason all I can say is "come on, if I'm not doing something already by choice then there's no chance I'll do it when you try and make me." I mean I'm a pretty messed up guy for the most part but that seems to be working damn fine for me so far. It does make me think though.

This note was found amongst a bunch of other "love letters" and cards from ex-girlfriends and some from girls that are/were just friends. As I think about it, it appears that I may be a very sentimental guy. I've got all these notes, letters, pictures, cards, I've even got a large clump of Francines hair that I'm making into a little Voodoo Fran. So I just have to...hahaha oh man I need a minute. I was almost able to keep writing after that clump of hair comment. I don't actually have that last one but from my perspective, thinking of you people reading it that's just damn funny. Fran I know your creeped out, now blushing, but at least now you're smiling.

Anyways I've got all this stuff from girls who have in one way of another done something ridiculous to try and get me to stay with them or get me to ask them out. When I look at these things all I can think is maybe I'm not one of the bad ones. Maybe I'm on par. Maybe all you girls are the ones that are pretty damn messed up, or maybe, just maybe, I am one of the good ones.

A Trio of Birthdays

Well with the Halloween weekend behind us it's back to just regular birthday drinking. The 3 people celebrating the bdays are Adriano, Pannich, and Jenny Asstron. After some loosely thrown together plans things seemed to fall through. After 3 long posts I'll try and keep this one short. We ended up at the I-Ho. I got drunk. People got drunk. People acted like whores. I have pics from 3 cameras so I got all the memories I need.

Next week is Jessie's

Bridging the Bars

With the night of the 27th and the night of the 28th being my target days to resume the assault on my body with booze, I full filled my goal spectacularly on the 27th. Having given up drinking 6 weeks prior due to mistakes made and health reasons after the 27th I realized I've now got a very distinctive gage as to how much I drank. Before I had problems of throwing up, but more commonly spitting up blood the morning following a night on the town. As I laid on the couch like a helpless drunken baby I once again got the taste. This time however it was much more viscous. The texture was something more comparable to toothpaste than blood. I did my best to suck it up and realized that there was no point in laying around as I still had shit to do before the sun set. After visiting my dad in the hospital and grabbing a Triple-O burger from the food court I gave Katie a call to make sure she hadn't cancelled on everyone, as due to the situation she wasn't feeling up to it. I made it back to the Keep and before I knew it Keith was already over drinking his prestigious Grey Goose.

Told you these nights were overlapping.


The Cast/Costume:

Broken up into their rides

Pat/Cowboy (from the Warriors)
Keith/Manchester United Footballer (Oakley sponsored)
Katie/Little Red Riding Hood
Pam/Ugly Step Sister
Angela/Pirate

Bryan/Mr. Incredible (from the Incredibles)
Jessie/GhostBuster
Rylee (Jessies Girl...like the song)/?
Pannich/Douche Bag
Matt/Pop (from the Kelloggs Rice Krispies)

Marco/Snap (from the Kelloggs Rice Krispies)
Korie/Donnie Darko

Laura (Kories girl)/?
Chris/SWAT
Jay Jonah/Prize Fighter

Bryan (Gay)/Gay Demon Fairy
Kelsey/Military Girl

Francine/Northern Tundra Fairy (with annoying wand)
Ashley/Sexy Girl or Something sexy (wearing black)
Stacey/Mermaid
Lindsey/Slutty Wench?

Supporting Cast/Costume:

Brenna/Race Car Show Girl
Shanna/Wonder Woman
Vanessa/Ballerina
Ben/Thug?
Sabrina/?
Sean H/Maverick (from Top Gun)
Gerrard/Goose (from Top Gun)
Clint (Katies ex)/Dog the Bounty Hunter
Jeff (Clints friend)/Fred Flinstone
Jaime (Ryans sis)/something to do with fire fighting


Location: The Keep
Time: 7:30

As ManU proceeded to get drunk the girls (Red, Pirate, Step Sister) were taking their time getting ready cause they figured that with no line no cover all night there was no rush. This bothered me a bit but not as much as it normally would cause it gave me some down time to lounge around and watch the Oilers game. On an average night we might get to see a bit of the first period before heading out, we managed to watch 2 and a half periods. In the time it took Red Riding to finish getting ready the plans for the night had already been laid out. After a bunch of calls I had a general idea of how everyone was getting down to the Bank and it couldn't have come too soon as the streets where turning into chaos. With the possibility for myself to head across the river to wish Northern Tundra Fairy (ya know that kind of sounds like an enemy of Mega Man) a happy bday at the Iho, I did my best to throw together a contingency plan. Though most people weren't too fond of the idea I figured I'd keep it as a possibililty. With the cabbies backed up for a few hours we scrambled for a ride and Step Sis mangaged to come through and her step-dad was able to give us a ride. Once on the streets we realized how fun it was going to be to make it to our destination. Our thoughts were all on those few souls heading down 97th street.


Location: The Bank
Time: 10:30

After a cautious trip and a few run red lights we arrived at the Bank. On the way in the bouncer made a comment about my outfit which I later explained. Once inside I did a general walk around to see what the place was like as I'd never been there. I have to say it wasn't what I expected. On the main floor the bar lay-out just seemed obscure and out of place and there were pointless walls/dividers all over. It was generally too dark and full of darkies. I can't say I spent too much time downstairs as it was a smaller area that was already full and other than a Black Petered washroom there wasn't much to it. We found our reserved section and popped the bottles of champagne. SWAT, Prize Fight, and Laura we already there and enjoying some MGD. Within 20 min Douche Bag, Mr. Incredible, Ghostbuster, Rylee, Pop, Snap, and Donnie Darko arrived. As Rylee is the newest name to come across the E-town boys we did our best not to scare her away with our drunken escapades. Once the staff realized that the birthday girl had arrived they brought out the food platters. The first out was the cheese, corn nut tasting crackers, and fruit that consisted of grapes and strawberries. Most people had a nibble here and there but ManU and I shock and awed the whole thing. Once that was finished they brought out the popcorn chicken, chicken strips, and some sort of roll (chinese I think) as well as a variety of dipping sauces. After a few glasses of champagne I tired contacting Slutty Wench and Tundra Fairy but after a few infuriating and all together not helpfull responses I figured I stay at the Bank for a bit. Once I weighed the options and if there was any actual point in me going to the Iho I decided I may as well give it a shot as she did ask me show for a bit. So with that thought in mind I gave a heads up to a couple people and headed out the door to catch a cab that just pulled up. A couple people managed to get the cab before I did and after a brief convo I found out they were going to the northeast, maybe Clairview Pub or something. As I looked around for another cab the bouncer that had commented before realized I was wearing a Warriors vest and we laughed and joked about the movie as he use to love it when he was younger. A cab was stopped at lights and I hailed him over, after telling the bouncer I'd be back I hopped in the cab and gave him the destination.


Location: Crazy Taxi
Time: 11:15

Once in the cab it seemed alot more awkward than I had anticipated. I had decided to sit shotty to be a bit more friendly and maybe engage in some convo but the cabbie himself wasn't all too friendly. With the lack of music playing in the backround it made the silences that much more awkward. After about 5min of traveling to the south side it dawned on me that the driver didn't seem to confident in driving in these snowy conditions. This became even more apparent as we took the right line onto the high level and slid sideways into the curb. We straightened out and continued on across the bridge and down 109st. As we approached the 109st and 82ave intersection I asked which ave we were going to take to get to the Iron Horse, he told me he was gonna head down Whyte itself. We were by the cross walks and at this point I thought about suggesting we slow down as the "walk timer" was ticking the last few seconds and we were about to make a left turn. I didn't though and it almost cost me. The light turned red and he hit the brakes. Now we didn't stop, we just kept on going. That light had been red for easily 7-8 seconds before we entered the intersection and for a second I thought we were gonna t-bone someone. Thankfully the cars that had been going East on Whyte had already cleared the intersection, so I relaxed a little as we kept sliding. Then I saw the truck coming at us. As I re-tightened my grip on the "holy shit" handle on the door, all I could think as that Ford F-150 with the shiny grill and what looked like a crack on the left side of the bumper as it kept coming was "Ahh, Fuck". I remember hearing someones brakes and I assume it was the trucks. I am grateful to fact that some people know how to winter drive as the driver managed to break and manuver around the back of the cab. I'm not sure when driver in the truck hit the horn, but as we nudge the curb on the corner by the gas station I certainly heard it then. As we backed up and straightened out for the second time in about 10 min I thought about walking the rest of the way. The only deterrent I had was looking at the people standing in the cold who were now looking at us in the cab. They looked a little too cold, so I gambled it. Once we hit 103st I paid the man, told him to drive safe and got the hell out.


Location: Iron Horse
Time: 11:30ish

As I got to the I-Ho I saw that there was already a line stretching to the corner of the building. I got in line and after about 10 minutes I realized I was behind a group of about 15 brown guys, so I wasn't getting in. I figured I'd try and do something about it so I headed to the back doors and talked to the bouncer manning the exit. I explained I was there for birthday and it was only me and wanted to know if he could let me in. He told me he couldn't but if I talked to "___" (don't remember the name) at the V.I.P. side of the doors he might be able to get me in ahead of some others. I headed over to the opposite side of the line and asked to speak with "___", the bouncer told me he was inside but I'd have to wait for him to come back out. I waited for about 5 minutes but the dude didn't come out. The next time the door opened I hoped it was the guy I was asking about but it wasn't, it was a different bouncer, but a guy I've seen at the gym a few times. I know he doesn't have a membership but his buddy Ian does and I've seen them work out together every now and then. I don't really know them on a name to name basis but more of a "head nod" basis. I also think Ian might have gone to high school with my brother. When this guy saw me he recognized me and gave me the nod so I nodded back. I did the usual and asked what he was up to and told him he was looking big. I also asked about Ian and if he was there and found out he was at a party somewhere. After a bit of pointless chit chat, the most I have ever spoken to him or Ian for that matter, he asked what I was doing there. I told him the situation and he said forget the line and told me to head in with him. He talked to the girl and the guy at the cover charge booth and told me to have a good time. I said thanks and told him I'd see him at the gym. So just like that, no line, no cover, and I didn't get I.D. Sometimes there are other reasons why it's good to go to the gym.

As I made my way through the crowd the first thing I had to do was take a piss. Knowing Black Peter was in the washroom I prepared myself for the unwanted help he was going to give me. Once inside the washroom though I was surprised at how packed it was and I couldn't even see black Peter. I couldn't move around to much so I used one of the 3 urinals closest to the doors. I then squeezed my way to sinks and that's when I saw Black Peter. There was so many guys in the washroom that he couldn't move around, he was stuck on the far side and kind of looked helpless. After I chuckled at this for a few seconds I headed over to the bar and grabbed an MGD. The chick behind the bar complimented me on my cowboy hat and I did like wise as she was also wearing one. My cell had vibrated a few times as people at the Bank were begining to question where I was.

Once I got back downstairs it only took me a few seconds to find the girls as everytime we go to the I-Ho we usually get drinks from the same section of bar. I saw Slutty Wench first and as I walked by tipped my hat to her, she obviously didn't recognize me as she continued on to check out more pieces of meat. I headed into the group of the Tundra Fairy, Sexy Girl, Mermaid, and Wench and they all rejoiced as they saw the bringing of good times. After hugs all around and I think maybe a few pics, I sized up the situation and told them all to go dance. They all seemed to be on a decent amount of the sauce so I figured I'd let them all enjoy the night the way they wanted. I came across Race Car Show Girl, Wonder Woman, and Ballerina and for the second night in a row they really didn't seem to happy to see me. In an attempt to avoid making things uncomfortable or anyone cry I figured I head back to the Bank as already I got to see the smile on the face of Northern Tundra Fairy. Once I made sure everyone was going to dance I figured I'd leave before they realized it. On my way to the exit I had someone grab me by the waist and it was the Tundra Fairy. I explained the situation and how it was her night so I didn't want to ruin it by pissing her friends off even more. She told me they were just tired from the night before and didn't really feel like drinking. After a bit more convo I grabbed a booth and everyone else came and joined us. I finally got to meet Tundra Fairies friend Ben (Thug?) and once he found out who I was he had some strange words to say to me. At this point I was told that the unhappy girls wanted to go home, so I figured well if I'm going back to the Bank why not have the girls that want to party come with me. So while the girls waited for the coat check I had SWAT do some recon via texting and found out we would have no problem getting in over there.


Location: The Streets of Whyte Ave
Time: Bit after 12:30

Once outside in the cold I found out that the only girls coming with me were the Northern Tundra Fairy, Mermaid, Sexy Girl, and the Slutty Wench. In all there was five of us which I figured might make it hard to get a cabbie that would take all of us. For some reason Mermaid, Sexy Girl, and Wench decided to head East on Whyte which took us further away from the bulk of the bars. It took some time but once the Mermaid showed some leg we had a cab. With all the girls piled in the back I sat shotty in a cab for the second time that night. The cabbie began to complain about there being to many people but before he could finish I told him if he takes us I'll give him a good tip. On the trip back across the river the passengers in the back talked endlessly about girl things to which at one point I leaned over to the driver and while shaking my head I said "Women, pfft". After directing him to the Bank (which he had never heard of) we all piled out and the good tip I gave him was "Don't drive too fast cause it's icy!". Nah, just kidding. It would have been damn funny if I did though.


Location: The Bank
Time: maybe 1?

As we pulled out our I.D.s to get in the Bank the bouncer said "Cowboy, it's good to see you come back with a 4 to 1 ratio". I told him one of the girls was under 21 but it was also her birthday, he told me it wouldn't be a problem and we all headed in. I headed back to our tables and shook hands with all the now drunk partiers who I had left sober a few hours earlier. Everyone told me stories of what had happened while I was gone. I saw Little Red and told her that I had just been in the bathroom when she was looking for me. I did a quick head count and saw that we had lost a few (Ghostbuster, Rylee (?), and Douche Bag) but gained some (Gay Demon Fairy and Military Girl). I let the girls that just arrived have what was left of the champagne and once again ushered the girls to the dance floor. I downed a shot with Snap, Pop, and ManU but with the night almost over I decided that it wasn't worth it to try and catch up. With the drunkeness of a few of our group I decided I'd do a little babysitting, espcially with Little Red's ex-boyfriend there and her been known to get belligerent. As the night was coming to an end I did something that I only do once maybe every 3 years, if that. I danced with the Northern Tundra Fairy. Before everyone starts to freak out though, keep in mind it was a slow dance. I also did something I hoped I would have never done again and that was make that girl shed some tears.

With the lights coming on and most of us heading out we tried to figure out what else the night might have in store for us. Mr. Incredible managed to convince Mermaid, Sexy Girl, and Slutty Wench to walk all the way to Rose Bowl Pizza despite me telling them that it was too far and too cold. Tundra Fairy and myself were suppose to go with them but while I was making sure everyone had rides they left without us, thank God cause they walked. While waiting for Step Sisters dad to pick some of us up, a fight broke out on the street between a bunch of brown guys. I was glad to see that none of the boys joined in, especially Snap and Pop who right there watching it. The Fairy and I decided to see where Snap and Pop were going and they told us they were gonna split a cab with Fred Flinstone and some others. After I talked to Fred for a bit Snap realized that we knew each other and I explained how he's best friends with my sisters ex. We also bumped into a Fire Fighter who was an actual Fire Fighters sister. She thought it was strange that her brother wasn't out with us. About this time the Step Sisters late night driver pulled up and Step Sis, Red Riding Hood, and ManU piled in. They told us to get in but we didn't think they could fit 4 more of us in the truck. As Tundra Fairy and I went over to check it out we realized that because the Pirate wasn't going with us that all of us could have fit, so the two of us joined the 3 already inside. We tried to get the Kelloggs boys to get in but they were pretty set on trying to get to an after party. I later found out the were unable to get a cab for about 4hrs and ended up walking to the casino.


Location: Ride Home
Time: Depends cause the clocks went back

With Red Riding Hood, ManU, the Northern Tundra Fairy, the Step Sister, and myself in the truck we all talked about what had happened that night. The ride home was slow but we did make it home. After dropping the Tundra Fairy off at home the remaining 4 of us headed back to Castle Keep where ManU and the Step Sis would crash. I was expecting a phone call in the middle of the night from Mr. Incredible as he had said earlier that he had left he keys at home and would need a place to sleep, but he managed alright.


So it was a somewhat hectic night as I bar hopped to 2 birthdays only to join them together before the night was over. I missed out on events at both bars and some of the cast/supporting cast were not mentioned in my post above as I only heared about them but did not see them. I'll let the two who witnessed the events happen post about them rather than tell you what I heard.

Other than almost getting crushed by a truck,

I'd like to think I had a good time.

A Howler of a Night

So here we are kicking off season 2 of Adventures in E-town and though it may not have the budget of say "The O.C." I'd like to think it has more class. We should get some sort of theme song going like the O.C. or maybe just make one up. I'm gonna say "The Killers - Read My Mind". I like it, maybe the best song on the new album, it's catchy, easy to listen to, and the lyrics kind of fit. Ok forget that, as my iTunes just randomized a better choice is now playing. I'll keep the other one as a song for Francine. The new nominee and theme song is "K-Os - Sunday Morning" it's pretty self explanatory.

Anyway as we start the new season there may be some overlapping as Bryan says he's got some dvd extras that I wasn't involved in that he wants to include. I am however going to say that with the interest or lack of interest in this blog by the contributors and general public that doesn't leave comments, this time around when I post it's going to be more in depth. By that I mean we're going be talkin' all raw and shit about chicks, more incriminating things, more personal feelings and opinions, damn near no censorship, and of course a shit load more name dropping. Of course I can only write from my perspective so it'll probably be more common to hear things like "Jessie and Lindsey had sex".


So here we go, Adventures in E-town, Season 2


Balls Out.


The plan for this night has been something that was put into effect close to two months ago when Chimko bought four tickets to the Bears Halloween Howler. I can actually say that I didn't really want to go cause I was not impressed by the band line up or the guest hosts. Originally I had figured that maybe Thornley would be playing or possibly even Hawksley Workman. As the date neared I found out it was gonna be hosted by the cast of "Trailer Park Boys" and the bands playing were "Hinder" who was opening for "Default" of all bands. Yeah....pieces of shit. The thought of being in a room with 3,999 other drunk people all singing "Lips of an Angel" almost makes me want to kill myself, like wrap my car around a lamp post kill myself. That way I could experience a pain similar to what I imagine the singing to be like. Do I like the Trailer Park Boys? No, no I don't. Simple as that. Default? I don't have to say anymore.

As the date neared though I started to get a bit more in the mood as I began to get a bit edgy from all the weeks that past without drinking. If a pint of Guinness or a shot of Cabo is on the path to the dark side, then call me Anakin Skywalker. When people began telling me that they were paying $100+ for tickets to the Howler I figured what the hell, maybe I should check it out considering I paid $45.


The Cast/Costume:

Pat/Cowboy (from The Warriors)
Chris/SWAT
Chimko/Cyrus (from Trailer Park Boys) or The Terminator (from T1)
Stefan/Tony Montana (from Scarface)


Supporting Cast/Costume:

Francine/Woodland or Northern Tundra Fairy
Brenna/Race Car Show Girl
Shanna/Wonder Woman
Vanessa/ ? (Since posting this I have been told she was a Ballerina)
Chelsey (St.Albert, not sure of the spelling)/Cleopatra (I think)
Chelseys boyfriend/not sure I was stumble drunk by then
Rob C/Clark Kent/Superman
Frank S/Bandito
Matt D/Construction Worker
Bumble Bee Girl
Blonde Nurse
Brunette Cop?
and a bunch more but whatever


As Friday the 27th began I was already balls tired as I hadn't slept much the week leading up to that day. Collectively I'm running on about 14hrs of sleep for the entire week so I feel very much like the living dead, which is very fitting for this time of year. Before I even start to prepare for the evening ahead I've got a laundry list of tasks that I've got to do and I don't think I accomplished a quarter of them. Luckily I managed to make it to the gym so that recharged my batteries a bit. After that I used a concoction of energy drinks to keep me afloat. Now most of you know me so you know I'm not talking about the convenience store drinks. I was using the lower end "EAS Piranha" to level my fix and "Red Line" to put me over the top. Once I began to crash I would hit up the "Liquid Speed" to ease the feeling. I know....it sounds fucked up. Once on edge I busted it downtown to see my sis and the girls at Marvel as they were gonna do my make up for my costume. One of the teachers has done makeup for a few movies so some of the girls watched to learn a few things outside the standard makeup procedures. She didn't charge me for it and also did a great job as I later found out when Fran saw my face and thought it was real. Once making it back to the north end I tossed on my costume and waited for Chris to pick me up. Once he did we headed down to the hotel where we had a couple of rooms for our group.


Location: Alberta Place
Time: 7

We all prepared for the night ahead by putting our costumes on and doing a little predrinking. I had brought the miscellaneous booze from my fridge which consisted of a few different flavors of coolers. After a couple I was disgusted by the taste so I went over to Chimko and Stefans room and grab some beers. As we waited for everyone to finish up getting ready we put back beers and finished off a bottle of Malibu which was consumed straight shot. On a side note I've never drank Malibu straight and can now say that I don't ever plan on doing it again, terrible stuff. Once we're all ready we head down to the lobby debating if we should take a cab or not. Once outside we see a cab waiting and figure that since there's one there we may aswell so we all piled in.

Location: Shaw Conference (Halloween Howler)
Time: ?

So after our $4 cab ride, which I think the meter starts at $3.60, we all pile out and the doors to the Howler. As we descend the stairs we get a good look at all the other costumes and it seems the possibilities for the night could be endless. After a thorough frisking, even more so for SWAT cause he's wearing a tactical vest with many pockets, we're allowed in. With the booze mixing with my cranked amount of energy drinks on an empty stomach I can say that I'm feeling strangely fine. Instead of trying to find the other people that we know are going to the Howler we decide our best bet is to get some drink tickets before the lines get too big. With the going rate of drink tickets being 1 at $4.75 we figured the best bet was the 9 for $40. With our drinks in hand we got lost in the crowds of fictional beings.

At one point someone from the Bear introduced the TPBs and they did their thing to welcome eveyone as I booed to everyones cheering. With all the halls at Shaw open to us they had 2 "bars", one at either end, and the stage was setup opposite the doors. I had a feeling that we'd be doing alot of walking/drinking and that turned out to be true as by the time you got from one end to the other you would need another drink. With the other guys opting to drink a variety I decided to stick with beer that way I could use the beer only line ups which went much quicker. I can say that not much really happened for the majority of the night other than a bit of mocking or lewd comments made about some of the costumes. That and alot of drinking and alot of walking.

We bumped into alot of people we knew and chatted a for a bit. The length of conversation usually depended on how well we knew them and how drunk us or them were. Often we'd break up into groups and try and find each other in the chaos that would happen around us. After one such parting I got word from Scarface that they met Gillian Foote and that she's bigger, as in wider, in person. Around this time I think Hinder came on stage, so I booed and we decided to go get some pizza.

While we stood eating our pizza I thought I saw the last person I expected to see there that night. As a line of girls passed by I saw such a familiar face that all I could say in utter shock and disbelief was "I think I just saw my ex-girlfriend go by". Now I had talked to her earlier that day and her plans had been to stay home and study, which is what she does, so it couldn't have possibly been her. Either way with that possiblility I decided I needed to get more drink tickets. This was not the wisest of decisions. Around this point I recall Hinder starting to play "Lips of an Angel" and I booed and shouted obscenities mercilessly.

Once I had my fill of the bashing, SWAT and I grab some drinks and headed to an open table. Before I sat down I noticed the table cloth was wet so I tore it off the table as the people around me looked on with chewy faces. I realized at this point that I was spinning drunk but the pizza and sitting really helped out alot. Also when ever I see or think I see that one girl it's like getting hit in the face with a bucket of cold water, very sobering. While sitting we saw Rob (Clark Kent/Superman) walking by and he came over and we talked about stupid shit as we caught up after not having seen him for a few years. We also had our first encounter with the Bumble Bee girl who was sitting with her friends at a table one over from ours. As the Bee girl fought off attempts by her friends to get her to go over to a table full of dudes beside ours she would shoot glances over to our table. Knowing my capabilities as a wingman are limitless I quickly formulated a plan and set it in motion. I went with the standard cut play, where even though the bar isn't in the direction of your goal, you run the play as close to the target as possible and cut over and back to the bar. While on the way though whoever you are wingmaning for makes contact and invites the target for a drink. The play ran flawlessly and once SWAT was in line for a drink with Bumble Bee I broke off to go mingle with some Banditos.

While doing some rounds and bumping into people I know I came across Frans posse. When I saw Brenna (Race Car Show Girl), Shanna (Wonder Woman), and Vanessa (Ballerina) I was sort of relieved but more so disappointed that Fran wasn't with them. As I tried to shoot the shit with the 3 girls I got the general feeling that they didn't want much to do with me, but before I could trail off in what I was saying and walk away I had someone jump into my side. It was my former girl in a fairy costume. She explained how her friends had an extra ticket so they invited her along at a discounted price as a bday present. After talking with her in that uncomfortable way you chat with a former flame when you're drunk, trying to avoid doing anything or saying anything that would make things more uncomfortable for yourselves and those around you, I got a call from SWAT trying to locate me. Once he found us out in the lobby he said his pleasantries to the girls and they sort of wandered away from the group of us. We stayed out in the lobby till I needed another drink and took the Tundra Fairy along with me as I would get her a birthday drink. Once up there she informed me they didn't have any tequila, something I had found out earlier. After we got our drinks we headed our separate ways as her friends were on one side and mine were on the other.

When I met up with the SWAT, and the long time missing Scarface and Cyrus, they were talking to Chelsey (Cleopatra) and her boyfriend. As they were talking I used the opportunity to take a piss so I headed into the mess they called a washroom. I say "mess" cause the floor was covered in various pieces of many costumes, mostly wigs which had become matted to the floor as everyone walked over them. Once finished I headed back into the hall to get another drink as I knew the night was coming to a close and had one ticket left. On my way back to where I had left the group I came across the Bumble Bee and figured it would be best to get SWAT back in there to continue where he had left off. Unfortuantely on our way to where the Bee was we stopped to talk to more people we knew and by the time we were done the Bumble Bee had flown away. This was where bad decisions were made.

As we waited in line for more drinks, which now that I think about it makes no sense cause I didn't have any tickets left, SWAT and myself started up a convo with a Cop and a Nurse. Now I'd like to tell you their real names, but I don't remember and I don't think I cared enough to ask. At first these girls seemed on the level but I wasn't paying that much attention to what they were saying. We found out they were sisters and a bunch of other useless facts that didn't register, but seeing as I'm a perfect gentleman, I nodded along anyway. So this goes on for bit until the blonde Nurse grabs me by the hand and tells me "we have to find Bubbles". Now I don't give a damn about Bubbles, by hey, it's not like I'm Jesus so I go along with it. This goes on for like 15min and this damn girl doesn't shut up about Bubbles, now there is a very thick line between being a fan and stalking and this girl was so far across that line she was already across the moat.

The inner sense of what is right or wrong in my conduct or motives, impelling me towards the right action keeps me from finishing this part of the night, I think about it and even write it out, but something about it or something in me prevents me from actually keeping it written, at least for now.


Location: Alberta Place
Time: 4:30a.m.

So back at the hotel the time has run on and it's nearing 4:30 in the a.m. In the hallway and the room next to us we hear something rowdy going on. We figured it to be a party but with only Cyrus and Scarface next door, we knew better. At one point I was out in the hall for some reason and happened to pass by a disgruntled pizza man as he had just come from their room, they denied ever ordering it. Around5:30 I had pretty much figured the alcohol to have worn off and decided to try and get some much needed sleep. It wasn't meant to be as I watched the room gradually get brighter.

With the whatever sunlight that could penetrate the clouds illuminating the room, I laid on my back on top of the sheets still in the clothes I wore the night before. With my cowboy hat tipped forward over my eyes I could at least enjoy the darkness until the others woke. When Chris finally woke we headed next door to see what had happened to Chimko and Stefan the night before. With room service waiting and no answer at their door Chris went downstairs to get an extra key card. Once in the room I was amazed at the condition it was in after only one night. Only Stefan was left as Chimko had sucessfully trashed the room like a wannabe rockstar and disappeared into the night. Empty bottles were strewn all over the room and pieces of furniture were tipped over or on end. The smell in the air was that of something God awful. The bed that Chimko was suppose to have been in had the sheets torn off as they were covered in what I could only assume was vomit. As Stefan was woken from his sleep, we found that he was also shocked as to what the room looked like and angry at the fact that Chimko was missing. After a quick clean up to at least try and make the room look respectable we packed up our shit and made a break for the exit.

Once back in the Keep after a quick trip to the south side to drop off Stefan, I tried to settle my head. With no sleep and body coursing with booze that I had thought had left me some point in the night, the shortest of road trips had kicked my motion sickness into high gear. With my cell ringing constantly from people trying to find out the details of Katies bday and multiple screens on my msn flashing I hit the barely legal substances to hydrate my body. After doing my best to organize something for the night my eyes began to close only to open as I had the spins. I pondered the thought of going M.I.A. for the night and skip the two birthdays I was suppose to attend. As I laid on the couch helpless like a booze filled baby I realized no one would let that fly. I did my best to suck it up and realized that there was no point in laying around as I still had shit to do before the sunset. After visiting my dad in the hospital and grabbing a Triple-O burger from the food court I gave Katie a call to make sure she hadn't canceled on everyone, as due to the situation she wasn't feeling up to it. I made it back to the Keep and before I knew it Keith was already over drinking his prestigious Grey Goose.

I may as well end it here cause I'm already starting to overlap into my next post. I figure Bryan and Lindsey are going to have to post about the 28th. I can't write about what happened at the I-Ho before I got there (Lindsey) and I don't know what happened at the Bank from the time I left till the time I got back (Bryan). So our 3 posts are gonna intersect.

I'll leave it at that for now.

Well, on a final note.

Chimko hasn't been seen since.

Previously on adventures in e-town

Well with the first season of adventures in e-town over I'd like to think it was unsettling at best. I know we started in April but all pilot seasons are shorter than a regular one. Before we kick off season two of AeT lets recap season one the best we can. I'm gonna tell you right now that people may get left out and some things might get repeated that people don't want repeated, but hey, I'm writing this. (Skip down to the big paragraph for pointlessness)


As the readers first encoutered our main duo and the ever growing fellowship of drinkers accompanying them, they were unsure of what to expect from a multicultural group of guys that had grown up in the capital city of Alberta.

With the introduction of Bryan things were underway as the readers had a hero that was a crazy fun loving asian who would become known to do unthinkable acts in moments of drunkeness.

The other half of the duo they met was the anti-hero Pat, though crazy like Bryan he would become to be known as the less fun loving but more sullen and brooding of the two.

In the pilot episode we were also introduced to a few other recurring cast members when Jessie and Keith were brought in to widen the readers interests. Bit players were also introduced that included the "Zellars" and "Old Navy" crews. Before we were a quarter of the way into the season the cast would grow exponentially to include Ross, Ryan, Pannich, Marco, Shaun, Korie, Adriano, Burg, and many more that would become household names.

In the first few episodes of the season we read on as the cast under went changes as Bryan graduated from university, Pat began a relationship with a 18yr old vixen, and Marco turned 20.

The following episodes were full of events as a duel birthday at the druid was split 50/50, Bryan opened up to the readers with some deep thoughts, Whyte ave became home to the insanity of the Oilers run to game 7 of the cup finals, Francine moved up from bit player to cast as she saved Pat one night and they became exclusive, and the crew would hit up Lakeview Pub.

At the mid-point in our season we found our readers begining to take interest in their favourite characters. Sometimes things would get out of hand as we found out when a stalker found Jessie on a pub-crawl one night and kept him lip locked the entire evening. Readers began to comment on the cracks in the relationship between Pat and Francine. We also began to see new cast members emerge as Chris, Chimko, and Lindsey began to stand out.

With the focal point of the season being the two weekend house parties at Bryans and Jessies the cast began to see the light at the end of the season. Both parties went off without a hitch with the latter being often reffered to as the best house party ever. Bryan began to make moves with a cousin of a newly emerging cast member, and the toll had been taken as Pat was put on break status with Francine. With one relationship on the outs another was just begining as one cast member Ross was sharing alot of page time with an as to that date extra. Once again new cast members began appearing as Matt, Laura, Stefan, and a new Ashley appeared.

With the climax of the season past the changes in the characters had become evident. The once emotionless Pat began to dissolve as Francine had found a way to crack his once impenetrable heart. Bryan would become the front runner to all things fun and booze filled as he had to pick up the slack left by those who had loose ends to tie up. With the changes occuring through out the fellowship everyone began to slow and the readers began to lose interest. To try and spark a new interest Marco and Matt were put into the spotlight and joining them would be the S Club 17s, a newly introduced group of soon to be 18 year olds.

At the end of the season finale we found our duo on two opposite ends of the spectrum. Bryan at an undecisive end as he contemplates the two female companions in his life and the value of the job that has him working the weekend. Though Bryan is still currently researching material, he is unsure of the possibilities of season 2. When we last left Pat he was guilt stricken after trying to come to terms with how he could have lost someone he held so dear. After briefly appearing in his most personal episode of the season he went MIA after a bit part at Matts Pajama party.

With season end our cast has gone through their ups and downs. Extras from the start of season 1 have become more prominent and a few stars have taken a backseat. Another change is two new writers Jessie and Linz, one of them was recently featured at the end of the season. The possibilities for a second season are endless as the hero has his hands full and the anti-hero is left with nothing. With old cast members leaving it looks like we might have a few new ones joining the ensemble. The cast members are begining to come into full swing but with the contributors in question this may be the only season.

With a final thought, a single solitary voice from Jessie stood out as his normally reserved nature was put aside as he challenged the cast to continue, but only if it was done bigger and with new locations.

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Saturday October 28th at The Bank Ultra Lounge

They'll be taking pictures and maybe even signing autoraphs.

Ever wonder what these people look like?

Well I've had my fun so on to the actual pointlessness. (I actual wrote this drivel first and everything above this was written after) In an effort to revive something dead and long since decaying I'm gonna start posting on this blog again. Something I had stated I wasn't going to do for some time after the debacle that had befallen me. As I review the whopping 2 posts that have been written since the last time I signed off I have no answers as to why nothing new has been written except for the general laziness of the population. That's right, I'm gonna blame all of you people out there. Well not all of you....just those of you who pay for gym memberships and never use them. To say nothing has happened since the last post, which isn't even dated right, would be a lie. I know of a night where a group of irrigators borderline hijacked a yellow school bus in a drunken attempted to get around the city, only to end up in a parking lot in the middle of St. Albert. I'm gonna let that stay with the participants. There was the pajama party that "linz" used for her inaugural post. I could go in depth about that night like I do with all my other posts but it just would seem pointless. I could always put up another post about feelings and shit but then I would have to watch everyone run again as if sulphur was raining down like it did on Sodom and Gomorrah. Oh by the way thanks for that....that really helped me out alot. No I'm not gonna be posting about anything that has happened in the last 6 or so weeks since I gave up drinking. With hazy memories of drunken phone calls at 12:52 in the a.m. and painful mornings throwing up blood, giving up the bottle seemed the most logical. I did this basically to avoid anything that would end up being just short of a heart wrenching scene from any romantic drama. As you can pretty much tell by now this post has nothing to do with anything but for some reason you've read this far. I'm just writing this cause I figure I'm gonna be puttin' up a bunch of posts in the next few weeks and I may aswell hit the ink to so everyone can get familiar with me again. Oh wait, no one has really fogotten cause if you scroll down a few posts there's the remains of the post that I caught alot of flak for. Once again I'll have to blame that on laziness. So even though I could probably keep writing about pointless crap until I've listened to every song on my iTunes I'm going keep this one from getting to long (yeah this one is damn hell ass long), cause the next few are gonna be doozies.

For those of you reading this I'll say that we've got a hard 3 weekends coming up. I'm hyping the shit out of them cause I'm looking to cure all my woes and I don't want to end up not drinking.

Oh, someone should probably take my cell away from me once I start with the sauce.

Does anyone else smell weed?

Here you go, Bryan.

Players (no supporting cast, as it's hard to remember who did what prominently)

Me
Stacey
Ross
Fran
Pat
Bryan
Matt (the host/the houseowner)
Pam
Pannich
Jessie
A girl named Chantal (or Chantelle or Chantel, how to spell it, I don't know)
One named Elizabeth
Marco
Smith
Jon
A guy whose name was Dylan (I think)
Chimko
Dave (again, name...?)
Laura
Many others who I never really got around to meeting
Freddy (in spirit)

I heard about this party from a few different people. I had no idea where the area was or whose party it was at all. All I knew is that I had a craving for beer. So I picked up Stacey and Fran and we headed off to the party. We were almost 100% positive that we got the right house as we pulled up because we saw three girls wearing their pj's and housecoats. I had a bit of a difficult time parking, took about 3 minutes. I got momentarily pissed off, then just laughed at the fact that my car was sticking out, taking up what seemed like half of the space on the road.

The girly's and I head towards these other pajama-clad chicks and ask (stupidly) if this is the pajama party. But all 6 of us laugh and they say yes. So I say something else like, okay, do you want us to use the front door? Dunno if they didn't hear me or what, but no reply at all. But since we try the front door, and it doesn't open, we go around to the back. It's a really, really nice backyard. This Matt person must have uber-rich parents or something. A little mosquito-netted tent, a firepit, and it backed onto the lake. Nice.

As we look around for people to avoid and people to hug, we see Bryan, Ross, Smith, a few guys in white housecoats (one of them being Matt, the guy whose house it was) and a few others. Usher was all around me. All of us, about a group of 5 or 6 stand, well, in a group, and talk amongst ourselves until Bryan comes over and tells us to start being more social. I go and get myself a beer. I think it was around this time that Pat and Laura arrive. I remember beginning to laugh at this point. The party was getting louder, the people were getting livelier, and Smith was doing his Borat impressions that were cracking me up. Jagshamesh.

I specifically remember almost making it to the steps to go onto the deck when Smith (or it could have been Marco) knocked over a chair with chips and salsa on it. The next thing I see/hear is Bryan diving to the ground, exclaiming something about not wasting it. Ryan follows suit, and some chips are eaten off the ground. Classy. I see one of the girls who was at the front, Chantel. She's another one that's really nice to me, even if she was drunk. I see her throughout the night, always nice and smiling. I think at this time, Pat and Laura and Pam and probably a few others came. I stayed and talked to them for a few minutes. And someone was uncharacteristically smoking. I didn't get a good enough look/smell of what it was. But me and Stacey had a discussion a little while later that went a little, like this.

Me:"Hey, do you smell that?"

Stacey:"Smell what?"

Me:"Weed."

Stacey:"It probably is. Yeah, I think I smell it too."


I see Jon. I haven't seen him since the last party, so we go on for a few minutes about motherfucking snakes on a plane. We also talk about the movie by that same name. After awhile, I go over to to hammock. Pannich is there. I haven't seen him all night. He says he'll be right back, so I gladly hold the hammock for him while having a few minutes to swing. When he comes back, I meet the girl that he himself has been swinging with, her being Elizabeth. She seemed nice. Her friend said she was drunk. Either way, I left that area after that.

To the firepit I go. On the way, I see Stace and Ross sitting together. She asks me where I've been, and I say, around, then tell her I'm going to the firepit. I see Laura and she said she's going, so we say our goodbyes and she leaves. Didn't really get to see her or talk to her at all that night. I get down there and me and Fran and Pam all gather around it, getting the smoky stench in our hair and clothes. I decide to make a marshmallow. I left it on for way to long, as it ended up in the fire. Then I decided to make a hot dog, even though I wasn't really hungry, I just felt like burning stuff. Fran points out that Stace was hungry before and asks if it was for her. I felt like being nice so I say ya, sure. Then she comes down to the pit w/Ross. I give her hot dog, and am thanked for making it for her.

A little while later, I go away from the fire pit. I notice Jessie is here around this time. We say our hellos and I go onto the deck. Me and this random guy and this other girl are sitting on the deck eating the bowl of MnM's. I go back to the fire and try to get some "bad" story out of Chimko, which I wasn't even supposed to be aware of its existence, let alone know what it was. I let that go within five minutes. So everyone communes around the fire. A little while later, and a beer later, Pat walked Fran home. On my way back up to the deck now. And more MnM eating ensues. Another random guy comes onto the deck and introduces himself as what I remember as Dylan. I somehow get on the subject of how I thought someone at the party looked like Brendan Fletcher, only not as short. He said he went to school with Brendan Fletcher. This blows my mind, as I've had a mad crush on B. Fletch for a few years and I've had some beers. So we talk about that for awhile.

Me and Dylan end up at the fire. I remember complaining to Pat earlier in the week that my back was hurting, so I figured I could possibly finagle this random I just met to give me one. No such luck. That's okay. I leave the pit and never see this guy again. Remembering Bryan's ripped shirt that read "Everyone Loves An Asian Boy", I see him again, on the deck, and some random 12 year olds seem to be stripping down and going in the hottub. Whatever. I'm told the party is moved inside, so Jessie and a drunken Marco try to carry the keg (which has been used for stands all night, but still going strong) inside, as that's where the party is going to be now. I try to help, because I see it's kind of slipping, but Marco loudly protests, so I leave them alone to their keg-lugging. So we all trudge downstairs. A few boys do a kegstand each, then Stacey decides to try her luck at it. She was not so lucky at it. Enough said.

As I give her my dry hoodie and we sit on the couch, I share my back rub problems with Smith, who then proceeds to (try to) give me an ass massage. It does not work out for the best. I don't know what happened next, but my life flashed before my eyes, as did Ryan's nether regions. The only words uttered for the next few minutes were "My eyes" and "Peter Steele"... Somewhere after the haze, one game of Hungry Hungry Hippos was played. Didn't win, but didn't lose. That game was never really any fun. The group downstairs dwindles two five. Me, Pam, Jessie, (who I think was) Dave, and Marco. The first four were all talking about whatever, then Marco comes up to me behind the couch, asks if it's okay to sit next to me, then proceeds to jump over the couch. Eventually he reveals he would like to sleep with me. Flattered, but my fiance, Paul, who is in India right now, wouldn't like that. Marco, seeming a little drunk skunkish, gets a little too close for comfort. Pam and Dave (?) can obviously see this, and something of an arguement bubbles between the two boys downstairs. I take this as my cue to leave and run upstairs.

The party is winding down. I come to the complete realization that Pat is gone. We all were feeling tired, so I decided to drive Stacey and Ross home. Chimko, who has been a little weird all night, what, with the jumping off the deck and all, comes stumbling to my car, asking for a ride. I don't say anything, but he ends up in the car anyhow. I start to drive, and Ross says how we should make sure Marco gets a way home. I didn't really feel like driving Marco anywhere. And he didn't pick up his phone anyhow. So we take the Chimko home. I wait a minute to make sure he doesn't pass out on his lawn or anything. Then I take Stacey and Ross home. As they go inside, Ross gives me a salute with his robe in the air, looking like a pair of wings or something. Thanks, Batman, I'll drive home.

lindsey's post

What happened to it. Lindsey did you delete it? If you did why....

Ross, what an asshole

When he did the last post he fucked up the format, the side bar is all the way at the bottom. I'll have to see if we can fix it, now the blog looks stupid.

I Will Always Be the Worst

So this post has been deleted just as I said it would. Before deleting it entirely I just have to reiterate a few points as some people don't quite understand. This entry was not intended make anyone look bad and was not intended to hurt anyone. It was not an attempt to gain favouritism or pity from anyone. It was nothing more than simply my own attempt to put into words what I feel I have undergone in the past few months in hopes it would allow me to better understand my current inner conflict. I fully understand that no one but myself can explain or come to grips with what I'm dealing with. By posting it on this blog I had hoped to gain some insight from others as to how to deal with the situation and I appreciate the fact that this was not lost on everyone as it's evident in the comments posted by Ross and Bryan.

With that being said I will say one more time that it was not an attack on the girl in question nor an attempt to gain sympathy. I will also say that from this point anyone calling to tell me the post was in poor taste I can understand that. Anyone calling to tell me it was a "selfish act" and a "personal attack on her" I will tear into like you do to your presents on Christmas morning. I'm serious, you want to call me an asshole, I'll show you my worst and make an example of you. Alot of good things as well as bad were left out of the post. I admit to my mistakes and would assume she does too, but in the context that alot was left out of the post all I can say is that only a fool would open Pandoras Box without taking a peek first.

August Long Weekend

I haven't made a post in a while but Pats been keeping everyone updated with his posts, although he was not able to cover everything, since he did not partake in some activities. I understand that even though I think Pat and myself do a good job in adequately describing a nights activities nothing can replace a good picture so i'll post some that i've taken over the last couple weeks.

Ryan on the left there above captured in a moment of glory



None of these pics have anything to do with this post since the party took place a few weeks ago so i'll get on with it.

Friday, August 4th

Cast:

Pannich
Jessie

I'm off work at 3 and I give a shout out to the regulars to see what is going on. It seems that some people decided to take off for the long weekend to the lake or to B.C or whatnot so we'd have to make due with the remaining crew left behind. The night starts out pretty drab with no plans in sight. I get a call from Danny, it appears Dave and himself are also looking for something to do but we didn't have plans on heading to a bar tonight. Pannich picks me up and we get Jessie and head to Moxies for a bite to eat. I'm in the mood for something different and decide on a roasted veggie sandwich, not too bad i might add. In the middle of our meal we get a call from Marco. It appears that he is headed to a party, one of his buddies from high school was throwing it. At this point we aren't sure if we want to join in, we don't know the host plus we don't want to show up it there are just a bunch of dudes hanging around.

Fortress of Solitude (aka. Jessies Basement)

Since we didn't have anything better to do we decide to head to that party and check it out. If it sucked then we would leave. Jessie wanted to be dropped off at home so he could pick up his car and make a getaway by himself should he find himself knee deep in dudes at the party. While we are there i decide to have a couple beers to get primed in case I feel like sticking around at the party.

We were supposed to meet Marco at Jox parking lot so we could follow him to the house. Instead Marco decides not to wait for us and heads there before we leave jessies house. As a result he gives us an address and we spend the next 20 minutes driving around Castle Downs looking for this place. Turns out it was like a 5 minute drive from Jessies house.

Party

People i know or met personally

Matt
Marco
Steve
Liz
Naz
Jen
Brittney

Inside i'm pleasently surprised at the status of the party and immediately get a beer from Marco, it seems i would be staying a lot longer then initially planned. Before we left Jessies house he made sure to bring the beer bong that Marco left behind at his house after the kegger. It appears that the beer bong would make one more appearance before the summer was up. Upon informing Marco and Matt that the beer bong indeed was in attendance they wanted to hit it up. We grabbed about 5 beers and took the beer bong to the backyard. Marco and Matt would hit the dual spout monstrosity simultaneously. Steve would do one himslef and even Marco's friends Liz and Brittney would also hit the bong up.

We had been there about 10 minutes and Jessie and Pannich would leave. I decide that i want to stay and hang out and drink some more, and hopefully in the process meet some cool people.

We all head back in the house and head to the basement to where the majority of the partygoers were situated. I was introduced by Marco to some of his buddies, most of them went to my highschool but i was 3 years their senior. Marco was running low on beer so i switched briefly to crown and ginger.

Jen challanged Brittney to a game of foosball, which would turn into an epic 13 or so games with a revolving door of people that became their teammates. Dispite her minitaure stature Jen would prove to be quite masterful on the table. The first 4 games or so went to Jen as she played Brittney solo. The war of words between the two soon turned into a war of countries with Jen representing Portugal and Brittney representing the Ukraine. Soccer related insults were shouted back and forth by the two girls as well as the growing crowd watching their mini battle. Myself, I sided with Jen and the Portugese faction yelling obsenities and insults at the Ukrainians and berating them about thier performance at the world cup. After the domination by Jen I decided she didn't need my support and switched sides to the Ukraine and proceeded to bash Portugal and Christiano Ronaldo.

It didn't seem like it was that late but when i first got there the party patrons numbered about 40, not long later it was about halved. During some random channel flipping someone stumbled on some porn on tv. It was one of those late night showcase softcore porn shows. Matt claimed that the chick in the show was Billie from Days of Our Lives and I agreed. Liz could not believe that Billie would do a porn flick so Matt went on the internet to prove it was her. Turns out Billie did some porn in the early 90's, looked pretty good i might add.

Around this time about 5 pizzas were brought down, I'm not sure where the pizza was from but it was just the thing everyone needed. By now it seemed like most people had left. Marco and Matt and I decided that now was a good time to take off. Liz and the other girls would also leave taking as many people as she could in her car. Unfortunately there was no room for us. For whatever reason when people are drunk they always think its a good idea to walk to where they are going. This night marco thought it would be a good idea to walk to my place, when he realized how far it was he changed his destination to jessies house, still a long walk.

We stumble a couple blocks to a main street with some beers and a bit of crown in our hand. None of us felt like drinking any more so we just disposed of the half finished alcohol on the side of the street. We decide to call a cab instead of foolishly walking anymore, soon one arrives on the side of the road to take our drunk asses home.

Saturday, August 5

At the time i'm typing this Pat has a post about the same night. I'll let him go into details about the night at the Ironhorse. All i have to say is that it was a pretty crazy night and it was the funnest night i've ever had at the Ironhorse all the times i've been there.

Sunday, August 6

Cast:

Denny
Ashley
Andre
Angela
Suneil
Pannish
Smith

I'm waken at about noon by a phone call from smith. Denny and some others had headed up north to do some camping at long lake for the weekend. Smith was heading out there for the day and was wondering if i wanted to tag along. I wasn't doing anything and i wanted to test out Dennys new seadoo so i thought i'd go with him. Ryan picked me up about half and hour later, we dropped by to get pannich and we were on our way.

The directions denny provided us were scribbled on what looked like a store reciept by ryan. At best they were vague and directionless but nonetheless after an hour and twenty minute drive we were at long lake. Before we entered into the provincial park we stopped by a little store to pick something up to eat. The prepackaged sandwiches didn't look too appealing so i decided to pass. Pannich picked up a pizza sub and offered me half. Not thinking with my head but with my stomach i decided to take half that sub, hopefully i wouldn't have to regret that decision while i was in the middle of the lake. On a side note across the street from the store there was this awesome looking painball place. It looked as if it were newly built and had sniper towers and a whole bunch of cool looking shit. Definitely something we should check out the next time we are out there.

After a bit of driving around we finally find the campsite where denny and andre are staying. When we get there it appears that andre and angela were all packed up. Denny and ashley were already down on the lake so we would have to go find them. By the beach still feeling hungry ryan and pannich decide to get some food. I think it would be bast to eat now so i get some fish and chips. While we sit there and enjoy the great weather and the shit fish and chips, denny in his wet suit come strolling up off the beach.

Pannich, smith and I would change and meet him on the beach. Andre and Co. wouldn't find us until about 45 minutes later. Denny would take each of us for a short ride on his newly purchased seadoo. You don't realize how fast it is until you are actully sitting on the back of this thing and its going 50-60 miles an hour. The acceleration on it makes it feel like someone is pulling on a rope attached to your back, you are constantly holding on for dear life. After everyone got their initial rides in we attached the tube to the back of it and each had our turn on the tube. Later on Pannich and I would ride on the tube together with denny trying to manouver in such a way as to throw us off the tube. Eventually he would succeed, laughing at the sight of me and pannich doing rolls, and skipping on the lake in a mist of white.

After a long day on the lake we retired to dennys campsite for some grub. The hardest part was trying to fit 4 cars and the trailer on to the space of the campsite, some yelling and arguing is all it took. Pannich and i would cut whatever wood we could find and started a fire. Smith wanted to be in the city by 9 since he was working in the morning so after we had some smokies and hamburgers in us we were on our way.

We discovered that the way we took there was idiotic and that we backtracked multipule times, we found a more direct route for the way home and we were in the city by 9. A half an hour later a buddie I haven't seen in a while gave me a call to go out, turns out his brother was in town for the weekend. I was too burned out to even muster an apperance to wherever they were going and ended up passing out before 10.

Monday, August 7th

After a good 12 hour sleep I was feeling quite energized. I had to get up a bit early by weekend standards because I had to show the condo to some prospective renters. Marco called me to let me know that him and some of his crew were heading down to heritage days to sample some food. Pannich would come as well and would join me in showing the condo. The prospective renters was a pair of girls working downtown. One of them had seen the place the week before with her douche boyfriend. I had already made up my mind about not renting to her because I knew that scrote would be there all the time. I didn't know that I was showing it to her again since i spoke to her roommate. I showed them the place again as a mere formality and then Pannich and I were on our way. Marco and the girls would take a park and ride to Hawerlark park since parking was virtually non existent. Pannich and I would drive to the U of A and park in the Ed parking lot. We thought the walk to the park wouldn't be too bad, plus the weather was great and walking would be good for us.

We meet Marco at what was a makeshift bus depot for all the people using the park and ride.

Cast:
Pannich
Marco
Steve
Steves GF
Brittney
Liz
Jen
Chelsey, Chelsea, Chalsey, thats as many spellings that i know not sure which one is correct
girl i can't remember the name of

We meet everyone in the centre of the park. The first thing we do is head to the ticket booth to pick up some tickets. These things always use tickets instead of cash, i always suspect this is the case because its harder for people to track how much they spend if they use tickets so they spend more, but who knows maybe i'm crazy. I end up getting a bunch since i'm feeling mighty hungry. The group of us walk together for a while trying to decide on something to eat. Who would have thought that with all this food around it too me half an hour to decide on my first dish. Eventually i make my way to the portugal tent and sample some portugese sausage (insert homo joke here) it was pretty good. At the tent I run into Danny, Ruben, Phil, Pimp and Joe parotta. The girls kinda wander off as pannich and marco and I chat with them for a bit. While we continue on down the long looping line of countries I was being choosy with what i used my tickets on, making sure to avoid any lines for food. I come across some asian country cant remember which one, and get some deep fried wontons, they were pretty tasty. A couple tents down I spot the girls and they are at a margharita tent near the front of the line so i get one of them to get me one as well.

We do some more walking and hit up the Ireland tent for some stew and potato pancakes, the pancakes were pretty bland but the stew was decent. Not really sure if you can get quality food at these places. The greek tent is the last one that caught my eye and i end up using up all my tickets there to get a spankopita and a souvlaki. The spankopita was awesome and really filling i couldn't even eat my souvlaki until the next day. The last stop would be the france tent. Liz would wait in line for about 20 minutes for a couple of desert crepes, one choloate the other with some sort of jam. It didn't seem like it was worth all the trouble. While i waited with them pannich and marco went to find the niccaragiua tent for some sort of taco or something. They couldn't find the tent so they end up going to some african country tent. Pannich would end up with some sort of chicken drumstick wrapped in some leaf and some rice and marco would get a plate of lettuce with what looked liked pork rinds on it. He offered me the rest of his plate, it looked untouched. Terrible, just terrible tasting. The rinds were bland and the texture was nasty i had to spit it down a sewer.

By then we were all pretty much full and decided to leave. The girls would take the park and ride back to the car and marco would join pannich and i for the long walk back to the university. On the way back we would run into Alex mahary and his crew walking down the big hill. I hoped he would be smart enough to avoid the pork rinds, even though they looked like shit, i was not.