now what.......

This post is probably about a week late since i finished last week but i'm gonna do one anyways. From previous posts you may get the idea that this blog is about us geting all rowdy and drunk and fucked up. Well initially it was but now i'm gonna hijack it and post something that isn't about all that. Life isn't all about getting fucked up on stuff, that for the most part, tastes like shit. I invite all the other posters to go ahead and talk about their thoughts, something of substance. Don't get me wrong, the posts you are used to will continue and will probably get better now that we have an actual outlet for our stupid stories, but i think a change of pace is in order. On a side note please post comments if you are indeed reading this fucking blog, i and the others would like some feedback.

Its like 3:10am right now and i don't know when i'm actually going to finish this post or even if i'm going to finish it tongiht or not. I was getting ready to go to sleep about an hour ago and i was looking around my room. It's a lot cleaner then a lot of you may think, but i was looking at a pile of notes on my floor that have been sitting there awhile. I was thinking of throwing them out but just wanted to look through them and see if there was anything of importance. The top pile are notes from my math 31 class from grade 12. Some of you may know i failed miserably in that class, for those that don't i got a whopping 25% in it. I'm not going to go into detail about the major contributing factor to what lead to that mark but needless to say i made about 100 bucks for about 1 seconds work. Looking through the notes brings back some fond memories of high school. I'm actually glad i took math 31 even though i didn't get credit for it. The next year i would have to do all that was covered in 31 and more in math 113 at university. It was good for review. I went through some of the old exams. 15/50, 17/66, 5/57. No those aren't the temperateure ranges for Tacoma, Washington but in fact the grades from some chapter exams. Henneny was fun though, a teacher totally devoid of any personality or emotion. What was fun about her was that she didn't really care. Usually if you get a student in your class failing as sad as i was they would talk to you after class and give you a pep talk or one of those " this class isn't really for you" kinda of talks but i didn't get one. I just continued to suck ass. Not just that but i was late for that class everyday for the whole semester, after about 15 lates marked on my attendence she just gave up and didn't mark anything at all. She didn't say one word about it.

Mixed in amongst the pile was an old Calm 20 assignment. I read through one of those survey things like, what is favorite color , what do you do to pass time, what does it say on your underwear strap. One question, and the topic of this entire post, stuck out the most. Where do you see yourself in 2 years? 5 years ? 10 years ? My answers, 2 years - in university or nait, 5 years - graduated looking for a job, 10 years - doing the same job, still having fun.

Well its 5 years later and I have fact graduated and am now looking for a job, but is that really what i want. I've spent the last 18 years (including kindergarden, no playschool for me) in school. Its kind of a shock to know that in september i won't be going back to any sort of educational institution. I've never held a full time 40 hour a week job before, except summer gigs, but even then i knew that come september i would leave those whatever jobs and go back to school. Not so this time. Now the job i have to find is one that i'm going to have to be happy about for a while at least. The thing about a job is that no one ever really enjoys their job. Thats why they call it a job. Even celebs or pro athletes don't enjoy their job all the time. The fact is a job is a means to an end. People work so they can make money to do things, buy things, go places, to live. If none of those things mattered no one would ever work. To me i'll work only to achieve certain goals like, i want to go to europe for 3 months, i want to buy a car, or a house. My mind will calculate how long i'll need to work to reach those goals and then that'll be it why work more then you have to. Many of you think that ok this guy's a lazy fuck, who is he kidding people work until they retire then have the fun. What good is that? The best time to do the shit you want to is now, while your body can operate without a dozen kinds of medication. I think you should work only enough so you can buy or do the things you want while you can still enjoy them. The rest will sort itself out. When was the last time you saw a retiree on the street. Although, they are saying that our current demographic is not enough to support social security for the boomers. How can we? Our parents came from families of 5+ children, now less then 3 is commonplace.

I heard/read from multiple sources that our generation is the first generation that will not be better off then their parents. People are working more and harder for a lower quality of life. This scares me. I've seen how hard my parents work and for me to work as hard or harder then they did for the life i've currently had is something i'm not looking forward to. Many of you reading this will probably experience the same thing. Take a look at your parents and you will probably come to the same conclusion. Most of those reading this i know pretty well and i can say with a general consensus that it will be hard for you to maintain your current quality of life. Facts like that depress me. Is there anything you can do about it? Go to school some more? Find better jobs? Win the lottery?

I don't know what i want to do with my life, but i do know what i want out of it and what things i would like to attain (i'm so fucking shallow). But hey, who doesn't like nice things. The important thing is to not let those things define you. If you get them cool, if not no biggie you'll get to experience other things in life. Enough of this bullshit, i'm gonna get ready to get FUCKING SMASHED on the pub crawl on saturday. The irony does not escape me.........

Hungover on a Sunday afternoon

The culmanation of 3 days of heavy drinking have finally caught up with me. I'm probably going to end up spending the whole day vegging out and i'm going to try and recount the events of last night.

Saturday afternoon was spent trying to recover from a night of drunkeness and 4 hours sleep. The Oilers end up taking game 5 and are on their way to kicking Detroits ass. By about 7 i'm good to go and ring up Pat for the details of his birthday

Cast of Characters

Pat
Jessie
Jay Jonah
Keith
Chris (keiths gf's, sisters bf)
Pam
Fred
Katie
Angela
Ryan
Pannich
lots more, refer to pats post.

Location: 60 Castle Keep

We slowly gather at pats to hit some beers before the Druid. The calgary game was on and we discuss the merits of the Mighty Ducks and how they are reportedly dropping the "Mighty" from their name next season. Were they ever Mighty? Pat is mixing some sort of drink in a generic plastic beer cup. He seems to down about half a dozen of these drinks before we leave. Mrs. Johnstone tells us to keep Pat under control tonight, i'm not too sure how well that is going to go. I'm drinking the beer of choice MGD and down a few of those and one of pat's mixes before we go. There are too many of us to cram in Jocelyns car so Jonah has to take his car.

Once we are downtown we swing by and pick up Jocelyn's cousin Michelle. While we are waiting i decide to take a piss and go by the Dentists place across the street. Pat decides to join me. Im busy pissing on thie cobblestone wall when i spot a man walking his dog comming towards us. I alert Pat but hes already done. I on the other hand had to stop the flow and button up my pants to prevent exposing myself.

There isn't a line but inside its pretty busy and we are the last of the bunch to get there. Right away i get myself a guiness and me and pat do some tequila slammers. At the table are the old navy girls and Katie. I'm introduced to an old navy girl i've never met before, Ashley. She has crazy hair but otherwise seemed like a cool girl. By now i'm feeling pretty drunk and Jessie looks like he is cut as well. On the other end of the table are some of Pam's brothers friends. I didn't know who was who, was never introduced, and made no effort to talk to them. Besides i didn't get a good vibe from them, little did i know some of them had a problem with Pat for some reason or another.

I saw Marco for a short time there, he was driving and i was very dissappointed he wasn't getting crazy tonight. After what happened last night i thought he would be good for round 2 with some other croatians. I guess he had prior engagements at Ezzies and some other place, and he left shortly after i got there with Matt. At some point i see an old aquaintance, Disco Stu. At one point he was dating Jocelyns sister for a while. We had some sort of drink later on in the night don't remember what it was but it wasn't very good. Jocelyn and Michelle left early since Michelle was leaving for Saskatoon on monday and had some stuff to to the next day before she left. It was around this time that Shanna and her friend showed up. Don't remember her name, but i do remember that last week she was throwing ice at some dude at the Globe, i think she was drunk. Anyways, Shanna is having a pub crawl next week and managed to get some of us to buy tickets i'm not sure who is really going at this point. Hopefully it will be as fun as Lauras was and you can read all about it here.

Most of the night was spent at the table chatting and drinking. The Druid isn't the kind of place where you can easily walk around. Ryan was absent most of the night, when i went to look for him i saw that he was busy with some girl. Later i would see them on the dance floor. I wonder what would become of that. Somewhere in the mix shawn harris showed up, don't know who he was with but he hung out with us for a bit. Nothing was really going on and i had about enough to drink and was feeling hungry. Pannich was leaving and i would be the only one leaving with him.

As usual we made our stop at wendys for some late night grub. No spicy ckicken for me tonight, instead i would get a chickenstrip combo and a chili. I was surprised at how early it was and stumbled in the door around 1:30.

The Druid Debacle

Saturday the 29th was a joint birthday for Pam and myself and the celebrations were going to be held at the Druid North. However the day would begin much earlier as the Oilers were playing the Red Wings in game 5 at around 1:00pm.

On a side note I find myself becoming more and more angry at the simplest things, so at some point I feel I may just implode or spontaneously combust. That being said I'm going to use it as my excuse for this otherwise drab evening.

The Players:

Pat
Jessie
Jay Jonah

Location: The Crown
Time: 1:00pm

Not much happened this early in the day other than a few amusing stories told to each other in an old run down bar. At one point in time the Crown used to be some what of a decent place to go but after a few years of management changes and "theme" changes it's turned into a dank (and not the good kind of dank) little corner bar. With a cliental that includes the majority of the cities rejects and not one decent screen to watch the game it's some what of a desperate last resort. On the upside though the Oilers won and at 3 bucks a beer my resentment towards what the place had slowly vanished with each swig I took. After kickin' around for a bit we deicided to regroup and meet up around 7 for some pre-drinking.

The Players:

Pat
Bryan
Jessie
Jay Jonah
Keith
Chris
Fred
Pam
Katie
Angela
Jocelyn
Michelle
Ryan
Jason
Marco
Lindsey
Ashley
Francine
Becky
Laura
Chris (Lauras bf)
Shanna
Vannessa
Sean H
Pams brother
all his douche bag friends and relatives

Location: The Keep
Time: 7:00pm

After the standard barage of calls for last minute details the usual suspects began to arrive at my place to start the drinking festivities. Still getting over the strep that had put me out of commission the previous weekend I was looking forward to punishing my throat with a variety of beverages that night. While rummaging through the fridge and liquor cabinet I realized that I had an assortment of alcoholic mixes and liquors that were getting up there in age so finishing them off would be my goal for the evening. Based on what I had, the poison I would start with would be a Killer Kool-aid (1oz vodka, 1/2oz amaretto, 1/2oz melon, equal parts cranberry + soda water). For a drink that tastes good but takes forever to get you drunk the key to drinking these was to drink as many as possible as fast as possible. Watching the game as we drank we all expressed our disgust for the Calgary Flames and joked about how we weren't actually going out and that we would be staying in to continue drinking. For the most part I think I would have prefered to do just that.

Location: Jocelyn's Car
Time: 9:30pm

For b-day packages and whatnot the Druid wants the birthday boy/girl to be there before 9:30, but not really giving a damn we ended up leaving a little after that time. Jocelyn would once again be our "to the bar" DD for the night. Taking Bryan and myself we headed downtown where we would pick up Michelle as per usual. Along the way I was grilled about the content of this blog and some questionable comments made about certain peoples driving, but it was all in good fun. Once arriving at Michelle's both Bryan and myself had to exit to relieve ourselves knowing Black Peter would be awaiting us at the bar. Seeing as we were at our normal pit stop we both decided to piss on the dentists property again, this time however Bryan had to pinch his off as a man walking his dog headed in our direction. After piling back into the car I got a call from my sis asking where we were cause Pam's crew had taken over both of the reserved tables. Being only minutes away not much thought was given to it as our group is pretty nomadic and has the ability to infiltrate and over take even the best of tables.

Location: The Druid
Time: 10:00pm

During the short walk from where we parked to the bar I already began to notice that my blood was up and I was in a bad mood. Most people have a certain drink or type of beer that is their achilles heel and puts them in a bad mood or makes them easy to set off. Maybe it was all the old flat tasting alcohol I had consumed but it seemed as though I had been drinking Johnny Walker Red by the pint cause I was gettin' in the mood to fight a nigga or two. As we entered the bar the bouncer wished me a happy birthday and this nice gesture calmed me down a bit. Once inside our group was easy find and the mood lightened as we all greeted each other and joked around.

Almost as soon as I finshed talking to the last person I was taken to the bar for a line-up of shots, drop shots, and a tasty tequila slammer courtesy of Bryan. While standing at the bar a bouncer came to me and told me to tuck in my chain (I suppose so I couldn't show anyone what gang I was associated with, Fighting Mongooses Forever biatch!) I offered to do him one better and took it off. I think about this time Pam came to me, wished me the b-day thing and gave me a $5 voucher from the Druid, which I ended up using to by my sis a drink with later in the night. Around this time I met Pam's brother and his retarded monkey friends all of which threatened to in one way or another kick my ass for some reason that was never clearly defined to me. This boiled my blood over and ruined my night, it was all down hill from there. By the time the last one said his piece I had had enough and told him to step up whenever he wants. What I wanted to and should have done was grabbed the martini glass that was on the bar, broke of the stem, cut myself and stabbed the fuckin' guy in the heart all the while saying "he cut me first". I will always dislike them. Fucking douche bags.

After that I went and sat down at the table for the majority of the remainder of the night. Every so often I would get up to have a drink bought for me, or buy one for myself, or to go to the bathroom. On my first trip to the can I was surprised to see no Black Peter and was relieved to see that he was not there on any of my other trips that night. It was nice to see that Lindsey, Becky, and the enigma that is Ashley had come out to celebrate and I spent alot of time talking to them while trying to cool down. I didn't see much of Francine that night but I do remember her telling me "I hate you, I hate you, I don't even know you but I hate your guts". At one point I called her boyfriend a douche and told him to get the fuck away from my table because he was a douche. Jocelyn then offered to buy me a drink and I told her that if she bought me a bottle of MGD I'd marry her, she did and we agreed I'd propose later. At some point in the night the majority of the people left and a few stragglers came. Shanna showed up with her friend Vannessa and as promised if she showed up to my b-day I'd show up to hers so I bought a pub-crawl ticket. We bumped into Sean H and I remeber seeing him a bunch of times that night. I don't recall seeing much of Jessie that night and not sure if he was drunk and working his charm and magic I figured I'd try and fill in. Not being able to do his patented tiger growl and use his invisible rope to pull girls in, I did the best I could come up with which was a simple but drunken kiss of the hand. I believe at one point Jessie did dance on a table but where I was I do not know.

A handful of us is all that remained and I had been stewing in my drunken anger for a little over 3hrs. Pam's brother and his friends had all left but at that point it didn't matter, I was ready to beat down or get beat down all I needed was some yeg to give me a reason. Enter dude with hat and his friend, dude with glasses. I don't know why they did it and it probably wasn't anywhere as bad as I thought it was, but dude in the hat grabbed Chris' head from behind and started shaking it. Well these guys just volunteered. Before doing anything I checked with Chris to see if he knew these guys and he said he didn't. I took a walk around the bar to find them but came up empty. About 10min later I had to take a piss and I guess so did Keith cause he was headed in that direction. After what I imagine was some drunken conversation in the washroom we both head back out into the madness that was winding down as it was last call. From here I believe Keith took a right and took the more direct route back to our tables, I hung a left to do a walk around. Almost immediately someone bumped into me right by the back doors and as I turned to accept their apology I saw it was dude with glasses with his friend dude with hat. Before they can say anything I start accusing them of grabbing my friends head and whatnot. Everything esscalted pretty quick and dude with glasses and I began pushing each other. I was then grabbed from behind by someone other than the two I confronted.

Location: Curb outside Druid
Time: 2:30am

As I sat outside in the drizzling rain I came to the conclusion that I was alone so I began calling everyone that I remember being inside. After a number of failed attempts and a call to Bryan who was already at home and in bed, I got a call back from Keith who told me they were just rounding everyone up and they'd be outside right away. Once everyone was outside and filled in on the situation we all started to head to Papa John's for something to eat. Along the way Pam and Jessie busted up some sign and then busted it up again about 10 min later. After eating a couple pizzas and being bothered by some guy that I figuered was a creeper we headed out into the rain to try and hail a cab. Ryan caught up with us at this point after a chase he was on went sour. I believe the remaining people with us were Jessie, Pam, Katie, Ryan, Fred, Keith, Chris, and myself. Now after a bunch of failed attempts to call for a cab by a severly drunk Pam we all headed into the Mac's to get out of the rain. After about 15 min inside the Mac's I had had about enough and wondered out into the rain to catch a cab. In about 2 min I had a van cab waiting for us and we all started to pile in, it was then that the driver said that 8 was too many and he could only take 7 people. So me and Keith decide we'll just grab a regular cab for the two of us and everyone else can stay in the van. I then hail another cab and Keith and I both start to get into it but the van cab hasn't left yet. Everyone then starts to pile out of the van so we go and see what's up only to have both the van cab and our cab pull away and leave us in the rain. As Jessie see's this he hurls his Nestea down the street and at the cabs only to just miss them by a foot or two. Fuck Yellow Cab. Now we're both pretty pissed off and I'm absolutley soaked so we blatantly walk out into the street and force the next two cabs to stop, before the driver even speaks to me I'm already sitting shotgun waiting for the rest to pile in.

The cab ride home was pretty tame, the driver told us that Yellow Cab is shit and smack talked them for a bit. Everyone was dropped off at my place and the respective drivers having sobbered up drove home.

Thanks to everyone who came out, it was much appreciated.

It was still a terrible night.

Hungover on a Saturday Afternoon

So i get home at around noon after crashing on Michelle's futon for the night. The Oilers play an early afternoon game today and hope they can take the lead in the series. I didn't end up going to too many places last night so recalling everything won't be too difficult.

Cast of Characters:

Ryan
Ryan's firefighting buddy
Ross
Adriano
Pannich
Marco
Steve
Michelle
Rebecca

Friday started out a little late. I get up around 1 and decide that i need to head back to school one last time to get all my shit from my locker. I take my books to the bookstore since they are doing buy backs around this time for september. Alas, the U of A found one last way to screw me. The lady said they were offering 11 bux for one book, i told her it wasn't worth it and i'd rather keep it. For the other book they said there was going to be a new edition for next term so they weren't even buying them back, i paid 120 bux for that book back in january, and i barely used the damn thing.

I get home around 6 and grab some dinner. Ryan calls me and tells me he wants me to come with him to give out these passes for a firefighter after party at the Bank. I don't really want to go but i agree to help. Ryan comes over at like 9:30 and tells me we have to burn some time before we get his buddy. This allows me some time to crack a couple more beers before we go.

We finally get to the Bank at around 10:45. I had only been to the Bank only once before and it had been on a wednesday night. On wednesday nights they have a dollar drink special for ladies and 3 bux for everyone else, on all drinks. Tonight i didn't expect it to be as busy as then but busy nonetheless. Inside wasn't impressed on the lack of people here. Ryan's buddy wasn't happy either, we had to give these passes out to hot girls after all, and no one was here. Ryan and i didn't have much success giving these out, and after about half an hour and a guiness later we all head to Globe and hope to pass out more there. We avoid the massive line telling them we are fire fighters there to do some promo work. I'm surely not a firefighter but they let me in anyway. We don't even try to give any passes out, instead we head to a beer tub girl that ryan and his buddy know and tell her to give them out to hot girls. We leave 20 minutes later.

I call Pannich and he tells me him and Ross and Adriano are at Savoy. Other people were supposed to be on Whyte as well so i think we can get a crowd together tonight. Ryan and his friend aren't really in the mood to stay out so they just drop me off in front of Savoy. Marco and Steve are supposed to have 2 stops on whyte since they are on a pub crawl, and Jessie is at the Ironhorse with some family, but for now i was with Pannich Ross and Adriano. Savoy is a place i had always enjoyed up until a time when i was there with Jessie and the waitress accused us of running out on a bill the night before. Since then we took a leave from absence from that place. It was only recently that i started going back, i don't think that waitress works there anymore.

Inside I see Ross holding this monolithic glass in his hand. It can only be Hoegarrden. This beer is designed to be served in this massive glass, it probably amounts to about a pint and a half of beer. The beer itself has a yellow green color to it. It has little carbonation and has a mild taste. Easy to drink and easy to get drunk from. Adriano decides to get me a congratulatory Hoegarrden, after having one himself. By this time i can tell that Pannich and Ross are both pissed drunk. Adriano on the other hand was the driver. We aren't in there long and after Ross and I polish off our beers we leave. I receive a text from my buddie Nick Knight, he's at Cook County and we decide to head there.

Whyte, like the night before was really busy and there were crowds everywhere. In particular was a crowd at the corner of Hudsons. For some reason there was this fat nasty native chick dancing on the corner. She was dressed very skimpy and was disgusting to watch. I wanted to document this event on my camera phone but this chick made me feel bad about it. She asked me why i wanted to video it, i replied "because it was funny". She then continued on this rant i tuned around at this point and walked away, the video wasn't worth listening to this self righteous bitch. Up the block i'm surprised to see that there is not much of a line at Cook County. While we were at the door for some reason i decided i didn't want to go in, the others agreed and we left. We made our way back to whyte. It as at this time that Michelle called me. She had been at BP's downtown getting drunk with some of her accounting friends. I guess it was the end of tax seasson, at least thats the only reason i could think of that would make them drink so heavily. I told her to meet us at Stolis, even though i knew we probably wouldn't be in there. Its better then saying "yeah we don't know where we are gonna go" so you tell them meet somewhere arbitary and when they go there and they call you, tell them where you actually are at the time. Somehow the walk from Cook County to the corner at second cup was enough time for Michelle and her friend Rebecca to get to Stolis. So when i received their call we waited for them across the street. Besides Ross had to piss in the ally and Pannich went to vommit. We decide to hit up some place that wasn't too loud so we go to Devlins.

Inside it wasn't busy at all so we had our pick of seats. It was at this time that Marco and Steve decide to join us. Their last stop on the pub crawl was at Bar Wild so they decided to ditch that shit box and come get more drunk with us. Not much happend at Devlins i had two triple martinis which was pretty much enough to put me over the edge. Michelle was drunk already, i don't think i've seen her really drunk before tonight. Ross was talking to Michelle the whole time we were there so i kept Rebecca company, which i was more then happy to do. The rest of the boys sat at a booth drinking their martinis. I was unaware of the time but they were shutting the bar down and they were kicking us out. Adriano was the only driver so we had to cram all of us in there sans Rebecca. She went to meet some other friends. As we cross the river going north we decide we are in the mood for some late night Dennys.

As we drive up the hill we see this caddie drive up next to us. Their windows are down as are all of ours and some words were exchanged. I can't remember what was said but they seemed to take offence. Marco mentioned that they were croatians something about him beating up one of the guys in the cars brother. They decide to follow us to the Dennys parking lot, which was a pretty stupid idea since there are 5 of us and two of these croat homeboys. We park and we all get out and start yelling at them. The passenger seems enraged at Ross, and proceeds to step out of the car. I thought the croat was dumb enough to take a swing at Ross, the result of which would be 4 guys stepping in and stomping this bitch in. I didnt' really want to see things escalate and told him to get back in the car and drive the fuck home. He complied much to the chagrin of of Marco since he was ready throw his weight around. We go inside Dennys and take a look at the wait, almost instantly Adriano says "lets go". So we head out. Ross and I head back to Michelles apartment with her and the rest are taken home by adriano. Her apartment was a couple blocks away but the weather was perfect for a drunken walk. Somewhere around her building ross dissappears to piss, and I end up peeing on the wall of this building which i would identify to Ross and Michelle the next day.

Inside her place we end up just sitting around watching something on tv. I'm still hungry and we brainstorm some food ideas. At time of night nothing would be open. So i decided i would make use of Michelle's kitchen. I open up the fridge and make use of whatever i can : some chicken breast, snow peas, onion, garlic, some frozen noodles. In about 10 minutes i had turned her kitchen into a disaster area but more importantly i had fried up some tasty noodles, Ross would agree. I tried to clean up as best i could but from what i was told i didn't do a good job. Ross and i would have to share the lumpy futon, but i wasn't about to complain since it was better then the floor. I believe we got to sleep around 5:30. We were awaken by my cell phone at like 9:30 which i failed to answer, mostly due to my disinterest in talking to Pannich while my head was thumping. Ross turned the NFL draft on and i tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. We left her place at around noon. The car ride home was terrible, and i felt disoriented the whole time. I couldn't imagine being Ross and having to drive himself home to the Park.

All in all it was a fun night and an awful morning. The game will be good and i hope we can take this one. All i know is that i'm going to do it all again later tonight.