LOST IN BAY STATION. PROGNOSIS: SUCCESS

best weekend ever. more to come, here's just a few pics to get 'er goin'.

START TIME: 2PM SHARP. at that big rock behind bay station subway. 36 people showed up. me and lisa show up, and delegate teams. aaaaaaaaaaaaand GO BITCHEZ!!! everyone finds their clue and their off to....


3pm, DUKE OF GLOUCESTER. amanda and greg are there to man the jukebox, and teams are given lyrics and told to play the song on the jukebox once they figure it out. whilst drinking. a LOT. we gave points for drink receipts, which resulted in an awesome upset at the end. team blue pulls ahead super early, giving yours truly seven ulcers to try to set up the next station.

3:30ish: CHRISTIE PITTS. two very pregnant friends, holly and stacey, man the mini olympics, where apparently the most sexalicious display of jump rope took place. sorry i missed it, dirk.

4:30: CADILLAC LOUNGE! me and lisa watch the teams race in from the bar across the street, probably actually having as much (if not more) fun than the sweat soaked racers. we make our cameo appearance, open up some flaccid chocolate bars (thanks, jerkstores) and make the teams chill out for about an hour before WORLD CUPS! cupstacking, yo....

6:15: TED'S COLLISION, WHERE TEAM RED RED RED RED RED PULLS AHEAD! me and lisa host everyone's favorite "to the bar and back' high low card game. unfortch, sandon crashes and burns, resulting in team blue pulling ahead...again.....

7:00: HIGHWAY TO THE GRANGER ZONE: lisa's house, for a guitar hero showdown.....teams have the option to buy beer for a buck, and get receipts, and then off to the final destination, big surprise, wait for it....

8:00: THE DUKE OF YORK! we sit on the patio, announce winners (team blue wins, team green gets second, on account of SEVENTY EFFING DRINK TICKETS!) and third is team red.

highlights: team pink, yo. those cheatin' sonz o bitches were everyone's favorite team to hate. team green, taking a MOTHERFUCKIN' LIMOSINE TO GRANGE PLACE?!? LOLZ. and seeing my friends drunker than i've ever seen 'em. mission totes accomplished.

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trivia's over. orphans inc. won the cup, biztchez. by a HUGE margin. so we went to the strippers afterwards. my team bought me a lap dance, and in the afterglow of a delightful tuesday evening, we all thought the same thing....why aren't we going to the brass rail EVERY tuesday? trivia = overrated.

so me and my buddy have been cooking up a little somethin' somethin' to stave off the trivia hunger pangs...


<------------- i believe this is what i was put on god's green earth for...facilitating beer and games. july 29th, it all comes together, folks. one of the most massive things i've ever undertaken (not...really knowing...uh, how much work it would be...)

this happens soon, i will post pics and witty anecdotes about the day's inevitable debauchery.

LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!

ZOMGGGGGGGGGGG! d00ders, best overheard conversation ever (i didn't actually hear it, thanks c-rock!)

just hired these two weiner hipsters that are constantly in the state of battling over who is more emo. BARF. i think the girl won....heeeeeeee, she was wearing some shitty shirt that said "pitchfork gave me a 7.3" and the boy hipster says "COOOOOOOOL, MAN, WHERE'D YOU GET THAT SHIRT?" and she smugly responds...."i made it..."

LMAOOOOOOOO....below...my rendering of her stellar look. fuckin' kids, yo.

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it's gettin' hot in here

go france.


meh. i don't even care. soccer sux. but shit, yo, check that action out on the right. i'd hit it.

how come i just found out about this? why didn't anyone tell me??

yeah. soccer kinda sux, i can't believe how racist it makes everyone...what did i read about portuguese people yesterday..."Go cry in your salted cod - it's back to the road paving tomorrow...get some sleep."


yeah....funny shit, but kinda unsettling...why is it okay to say this stuff just cuz world cup is on??

weird.

canada. fuck yeah.

happy canada day. i had a good one. i did exactly what i wanted to...sitting on an amazing patio i have since renamed 'the womb'. (cuz we stayed there for six hours...) drinking double my weight in beer, screwdrivers and mimosas. heh. and keeping it going at a friend's house and quite possibly forgetting my bike there.

unfortunately, in having the most perfect and ideal canada day, i missed a very good friend's bday party...well, not missed, i showed up and stayed for 10 minutes cuz i had no business being around people in my extremely hammered state.

my question is...i feel bad. was i selfish? yes. but i had the best day ever. when should obligations rule over my own good time? i've sat here trying to justify it, and i guess there is no justification. i have friends of both minds. friends who would drop everything they're doing no matter how inconvenient to help someone out. you know, those friends who go to see their friend's shitty band without fail? no matter how crap the music is? then, i have other friends who don't feel such a sense of obligation. they're good people, but you only see them when they feel like it. you always have a good time with them, but you know they don't think about you that much. and it's ok.
i guess neither camp is right, per se, i just think it's a personality thing. my problem is that i'm too much like the latter camp, but with the conscience of the former camp. not a good combination...i'll be selfish but feel real bad about it.

serious blogging is for commies. eff this.