A couple of weeks ago was Kelly's parents anniversary party.
There were a lot of things that could have been the highlight of the night; - The older woman telling some guy about how she does strip aerobics as her husband walked in, sitting down beside her, - Pauly(no mafia) attacking balloons, yelling, & starting to strip, - comments from Kelly about a woman of P. Curtis type, - Vanessa dressed as the Hamburgler.
But the highlight was Kelly's uncle David (aka Ron Jeremy look a like).
He had by far the best dance moves I have ever seen in my life, both in person or on tv.
Decked out in classic late 70's/early 80's attire ( striped red/white shorts, numbered shirt, not mesh) and had moves that can't be put into words. The best way to explain it was a combination of his upper body twisting to one side while his legs were going in the other direction, the knees doing a thing of their own. He could teach classes on how to do this shit.
All in all, it was a pretty solid event, I finished off my night of rum&cola + Ultimate Prince Igor with a couple pieces of cold KFC. I forgot how good that is after drinking, and how much a mistake it is for KFC to be closed when the bars get out.
I don't remember too much from the week. I kicked off this past weekend Friday morning with a 6am jog downtown. It was pretty calming running down there early in the morning with some music, if you can put up with the smell of shit coming out of the sewers & the 3 old people who drive around town at that hour.
I had a flock of seagulls follow me for a short bit through the Ritchie Wharf parking lot, thankfully none of them shit on my head.
Friday night was finished off by a couple of hours worth of looking for something outside in the rain in thick brush, I cannot go into further details of what that item may or may not have been.
Also Friday I received my acceptance letter to the APA for January. That means 5 months left before I become an official adult, 5 months left for drinking adventures, followed by 35 weeks of hardcore training, no alcohol.
Saturday I slept most of the day, highlight being a visit to BK where the following phrases were said to me; - "Nice Ride" - "Here you go, fresh off the grill"
I will admit it was the best BK Quad Stacker I've had yet. This thing had a whole layer of bacon, I'm sure they put half a pack on it, and triple the cheese.
I woke up this morning to watch the F1 race, followed by a few more hours of sleep.
Monopoly has finally arrived in the year 2006, getting rid of the money, in exchange for debit cards.
This is long over due. One of the biggest reasons I don't like the game is having to count, & we all know someone who cheats with the money, usually the person who is overly anxious to be the banker. This will also make it easier to drink & play, which is really the only way I like to play.
- Captain Bee's Blog. By far the best blog I've read in a long time. An anonymous blogger from the U of Windsor. I actually sat through reading back to the beginning & have copied a couple pages worth of posts to notepad for printing.
One of my favorite entries is Random Thoughts from Christmas Mass
2006-07-30
2006-07-15
Star Palace
Kelly & I ventured to Bay Du Vin last Sunday for some beach time, I sustained a pretty good sunburn & now have color for the first time in several years.
Wednesday I traveled to PEI to the APA to do polygraph testing, making solid highway time, arriving 2 hours earlier then expected.
During both adventures I took some random scenic shots while driving that turned out pretty good as they were one handed out the window @ 80-90km/h.
- "Luna City Arcade"
I had flashbacks of Star Palace when viewing these pictures.
Wednesday I traveled to PEI to the APA to do polygraph testing, making solid highway time, arriving 2 hours earlier then expected.
During both adventures I took some random scenic shots while driving that turned out pretty good as they were one handed out the window @ 80-90km/h.
- "Luna City Arcade"
I had flashbacks of Star Palace when viewing these pictures.
2006-07-06
My friends call me Tom.
A late review of the Canada Day - RnR Festival Weekend.
Things kicked off Thursday with a short trip to Beresford & back, it was a pretty straight forward trip, all business no amusement, little cannonball/gumball like action on the highway.
Later in the evening Kelly & I obtained supper from mymotherskitchen (the restaurant, not my mother's kitchen). I suggest everyone try the Club Sandwich from there -- I have eaten a lot of club sandwiches at a lot of restaurants, this one by far is the best. It is not your typical chunks of what appears to be chicken mixed with mayo. I think it has become #1 on my list of food, pushing the Lunar Rogue burger to #2.
A few hours after supper, & after a late beat the traffic - back street dash to TH, that turned nasty at the drive thru window, Kelly & I settled intheVIP (not the website, my roof) for the fireworks display. Usually they are shot off far to the right, but this year they were directly in front of us, I could have probably sold tickets for seating.
Saturday's events got under way late due to a delay in the arrival of Vanessa, Stephanie & Nikki to my house to join Kelly & I for pre intoxication. However, after experiencing Nikki's driving later in the night, I'm surprised they arrived at all.
Drinks were consumed at my house, along with what seemed to be a couple hundred photographs taken, while I tried blocking out conversation to watch a pretty good Comedy Channel special -- which I was able to later catch in the early morning hours.
I had just started to get a decent feeling from my liquor, when we departed for Dooly's. The drive, although by a sober driver(Nikki), was frightening. It started with what seemed to be an attempt at backing up straight out of my drive way into traffic on the King Geo, followed by narrowly missing a couple parked cars while trying to park. It quickly returned me to sober state.
After getting some drinks & sitting down inside, the highlight of the night occurred.
We discovered Ray Combs didn't actually kill himself after an episode of Family Feud. He is alive & drinking right here in this city, although claiming to be someone else, looking exactly like Combs.
Approaching our table he took a step back, viewing the females, then came closer to make some comments. Eventually saying something along the lines of Nikki being the pick of the crop & that Vanessa had potential.
When he introduced himself, Vanessa started the trend of giving him fake names. I introduced myself as Tom, everybody's friend. (as myspace tom was the first thing that came into my mind)
He eventually headed back to the poker room, thanks to the quick thinking of the bartender who delivered his drink back there on purpose, then told some stories about him. Dooly's was pretty much a splash & go type of stop, as there was hardly anyone present.
We proceeded to the OH, which had a decent size crowd, but lacking the high school reunion feel.
After getting some drinks, we walked around talking to a few people, eventually sitting down. While making our way to sitting down one of the bouncers who I have never seen before, made the comment, "Did that feel good?" as Kelly & Nikki had to squeeze by him. Once seated, I tapped his back, & once he turned around, asked him if that felt good.
Next up we spotted James H. for some conversation, grabbed some burgers, eventually meeting up with James again for a drive home, during which he had to yell at a large female to get out of the way or he would run her over.
I stayed up for a good while after getting home, discovering Rambo on TV & it seemed to capture my attention.
Around 4:30am I heard a lot of meowing outside. I made my way downstairs, out the back door, to see if a local kitty was in trouble or needed some food & water, but it turned out to be the cat in heat that has been around here lately, who desperately runs around meowing looking for pussy.
Sunday featured viewing of the USGP. I missed the early action laps though, due to a conflicting engagement. Sometime during the weekend, possibly Sunday, I recall watching England get beat out of the World Cup.
Things kicked off Thursday with a short trip to Beresford & back, it was a pretty straight forward trip, all business no amusement, little cannonball/gumball like action on the highway.
Later in the evening Kelly & I obtained supper from mymotherskitchen (the restaurant, not my mother's kitchen). I suggest everyone try the Club Sandwich from there -- I have eaten a lot of club sandwiches at a lot of restaurants, this one by far is the best. It is not your typical chunks of what appears to be chicken mixed with mayo. I think it has become #1 on my list of food, pushing the Lunar Rogue burger to #2.
A few hours after supper, & after a late beat the traffic - back street dash to TH, that turned nasty at the drive thru window, Kelly & I settled intheVIP (not the website, my roof) for the fireworks display. Usually they are shot off far to the right, but this year they were directly in front of us, I could have probably sold tickets for seating.
Saturday's events got under way late due to a delay in the arrival of Vanessa, Stephanie & Nikki to my house to join Kelly & I for pre intoxication. However, after experiencing Nikki's driving later in the night, I'm surprised they arrived at all.
Drinks were consumed at my house, along with what seemed to be a couple hundred photographs taken, while I tried blocking out conversation to watch a pretty good Comedy Channel special -- which I was able to later catch in the early morning hours.
I had just started to get a decent feeling from my liquor, when we departed for Dooly's. The drive, although by a sober driver(Nikki), was frightening. It started with what seemed to be an attempt at backing up straight out of my drive way into traffic on the King Geo, followed by narrowly missing a couple parked cars while trying to park. It quickly returned me to sober state.
After getting some drinks & sitting down inside, the highlight of the night occurred.
We discovered Ray Combs didn't actually kill himself after an episode of Family Feud. He is alive & drinking right here in this city, although claiming to be someone else, looking exactly like Combs.
Approaching our table he took a step back, viewing the females, then came closer to make some comments. Eventually saying something along the lines of Nikki being the pick of the crop & that Vanessa had potential.
When he introduced himself, Vanessa started the trend of giving him fake names. I introduced myself as Tom, everybody's friend. (as myspace tom was the first thing that came into my mind)
He eventually headed back to the poker room, thanks to the quick thinking of the bartender who delivered his drink back there on purpose, then told some stories about him. Dooly's was pretty much a splash & go type of stop, as there was hardly anyone present.
We proceeded to the OH, which had a decent size crowd, but lacking the high school reunion feel.
After getting some drinks, we walked around talking to a few people, eventually sitting down. While making our way to sitting down one of the bouncers who I have never seen before, made the comment, "Did that feel good?" as Kelly & Nikki had to squeeze by him. Once seated, I tapped his back, & once he turned around, asked him if that felt good.
Next up we spotted James H. for some conversation, grabbed some burgers, eventually meeting up with James again for a drive home, during which he had to yell at a large female to get out of the way or he would run her over.
I stayed up for a good while after getting home, discovering Rambo on TV & it seemed to capture my attention.
Around 4:30am I heard a lot of meowing outside. I made my way downstairs, out the back door, to see if a local kitty was in trouble or needed some food & water, but it turned out to be the cat in heat that has been around here lately, who desperately runs around meowing looking for pussy.
Sunday featured viewing of the USGP. I missed the early action laps though, due to a conflicting engagement. Sometime during the weekend, possibly Sunday, I recall watching England get beat out of the World Cup.
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