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.
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7 comments:
Im game for some Fredericton activity, just give me a few weeks notice so I can take the needed time off from work.
10-4, it will most likely be sometime in early/mid august, appropriate warning will be given.
fuck, we can't even take a normal vacation together without getting into a bad directions/bad driving fight... can you imagine if we have hardly any money and no sure way of transportation to our desired vacationg spots? I can't help but feel sorry for you.... lol
first off you committed a sin by suggesting i ever have bad driving. i will have to ask that, that part of the comment be taken back/removed.
the issue is the last minute directions, or not approving of the way im going, as if you have ants in your pants or we are on our way to a fire. so if we were taking train/bus, that anger wouldn't be there, as there is only one route they take, and if you did get mad, it would be at the bus driver/train driver, they would consider you a terrorist and have you arrested.
Apparently, it was my mistake to assume that you could READ THE STREET SIGNS and then I wouldn't have had to wait until the last minute to tell you when to turn onto a certain road........ Which wasn't even last minute, you took the wrong road anyway
I'm sticking to my bad driving comment until you get glasses and can clearly read the street signs
Alright, i dont post alot but i cant miss this one.
Saying that a man, espcially a man of Mark's caliber, is definately a sin. So he cant read the street signs, those things are printed in white, 8 point font for fuck sakes, you need a 400x microscope stolen from McLennan's bio lab to see those from more than 50 feet away. The co-pilot is responsible for knowing which street it is, definately.
the defence rests after the expert testimony from one snaggle j.
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