If I didn't know better I'd think I was lost in Miramichi.

I had a 3 day weekend, which is like winning the lotto where I work.

I rested up Friday, and left for Fredericton in the evening. The drive was like watching a 4 year old try to color, as the old guy in front of me had a hard time keeping his car between the lines.

Once there, I had supper with Kelly, then we went to get some films at Jumbo. I passed by D. Savoy, without recognizing him or vice versa. I guess people don't look the same when you aren't laying on a floor being sick for hours and then have them rush you to the bus stop asap so your not sick in their car.

3 movies were picked up, sadly we didn't rent "Whore 2" that Vettel pulled out of no where from a shelf. He then put on an excellent demonstration of the dvd scratch repair machine(I will have to inquire on the official name of the machine). It was pretty intense as he had to apply compound # 2 and then compound # 1(which had clear bold instructions to use after compound #2) on the dvd. Compound W was not around.

After that Kelly & I retired for some film watching. The morning was suppose to be a market visit, but as always we went back to sleep until almost noon. I don't think we will ever make it to the market.

Kelly's father came down on his motorcycle for the day, and we headed to lunch with him. I was not expecting the fleet of bikes in the drive way though when I went outside, and the feeling of walking into a chinese restaurant full of actual authentic chinese speaking people with a bunch of bikers in their leather gear, is a bit of a strange feeling, almost like you have to be on edge for a sudden gang war.

A waiter came up to get some plates and told me to keep my fork and knife for later, but to myself and two others it sounded like "fuck you later." I wouldn't have known what he said if he hadn't been pushing the fork/knife back my way.

A short mall visit was made, then it was back to Kelly's for stir fry supper. Vettel came over to watch National Lampoons Blackballs, I will only say that it was probably the worst movie I have ever seen.

After supper, it was time for a 9 ball rematch at Racks. Close at times, but I was clearly out played by vettel who took back the title.

A bit later at the liquor store line up I heard someone comment, "If I didn't know better I'd think I was lost in Miramichi."

The main event of the night was a FPT poker event at Vettels. Kelly looked like a shark after saying she didn't know how to play and a few moments of explanation, she jetted off to an early lead, but eventually was the first out.

I would later become the second out as I became restless. Eventually Kyla, Vettel & Snaggle finished 1,2,3.

During the final hands Kelly stole my nose in the living room and Snaggle did play by play of me trying to get it back, I took a bite to the hand, but eventually after taking her to the floor, I got it back.

Afterwards there was a trip to Wendy's, which I will not speak of.

Kelly & I then watched SAW and fell asleep. Sunday featured breakfast, featuring appearances by Snaggle & Kyla, and then a near hydroplane filled drive home thanks to the great roads.

Violently Vomiting

The main event of the weekend was Saturday night, and although Marv wasn't at the Blackhorse with a Turkey dinner cooking out back, it was a pretty solid night.

Things got under way at my house with Kelly & I, then quickly moved to Paiges, then onto the BHT. The Blackhorse was pretty full, probably the largest crowd I've seen there since last Christmas.

After a few hours of classic BHT action, we headed to the OH, quickly made it upstairs, where I saw pretty much everyone I hadn't seen over the summer in the span of about 5 minutes on the way to/in the bathroom. For the first time since sometime last year I didn't have to say, "who are these people and where have they come from?" about the crowd.

Snaggle & Kyla were able to grab a corner scruples booth and once Kelly was done in a long bar line up, we would remain in the booth for the duration. 4 burgers were grabbed on the way out, and Kelly and I headed home.

I'm not sure how long after we got home, but it was not right away, as I began to watch some of the F1 race, I had to head for the bathroom. I thought it was a little strange being sick from only 5 rum & cola.

After all there was no Alexander Keiths free give away like in Moncton a few years ago, no Platinum Blonde concert where I tried to drink beer for beer with Vettel(I'm allergic to beer ingredients I later came to finding out), or M.Foran quadruple mixed vodka/sprite drinks at an after party where he just finished putting a cat in a full nelson, during the night like past times when I've ended up sick.

I went to bed and thought blame must fall on the girlie milk drink I had at Paiges while watching the hockey game.

I woke up Sunday morning fine, for about a half hour, and spent the rest of the day hardly being able to move without violently vomiting. This continued through the night.
Monday was an obvious sick day from work, mainly spent sleeping, and consuming an entire stir fry by myself, then some television was viewed with Kelly.

I returned to work today, sadly I only got a few rounds of tetris in before things got busy.