"It's like an orgasm for my feet!" - Gorski, after putting his blistered foot up against the air conditioning in the car.
"Hi, I'm Scott. You may remember me from such things as 'Yesterday' and 'Brad's party on Friday.'" - Scott, doing his best Troy McClure impression when he met us at the beach today.
I haven't been posting as frequently lately, mainly because of laziness and also because I just haven't been in the mood to come up with anything interesting. However, here's the scoop as of late.
It was another expensive weekend - a lot of cases of beer bought, went out for dinner a few times, including tonight when we went to The Keg, which was good as always.
Friday night was a write-off for most of us, especially for the party-host Gorski, who drank a bunch of vodka and remembers absolutely nothing about the night. Not who was at his house, not what he did. Nothing. Pretty sweet. It was a fairly low-key party, we just drank and sat around watching Seinfeld - and terrible porn thanks to Gorski, Kyle and Gorski's little brother Scott - but it was still not too bad at all. We were at Gorski's on Saturday night too and it did make me realize that we certainly aren't as rowdy as we used to be, or maybe it's just me. That may be a good thing, but I'm sure things will be interesting again in no time, complete with much drunken debauchery.
Today we went out to White Pine beach in Port Moody. It was pretty damn fun - although it started off just shitty as hell. We got up late, the traffic was the worst I'd ever seen it due to people coming back from Merritt Music Fest and a bad accident on the Port Mann Bridge. What a joke that was - especially when you consider that me, Gorski and Kyle were crammed into the back of a Jetta, which made for a tight fit.
In Cannons news, we continue to lose. (Hey, that rhymed!) We've got a handful of games this week because playoffs are starting - although I've got to miss our second playoff game and possibly our third because of fuckin' work. God damn it. Work's going alright, I'm fairly sure I'm staying beyond my three months, which is nice. Although I had a dream that I won the lottery and quit, which is nicer. Probably not going to happen though. Fuck.
Me, Jenna and Brad were talkin' today at the beach about our potential trip to Mexico (The East Coast, right Jenna?) We want to go in January or February, so people start saving your god damn money. You free-spenders know exactly who you are. Speaking of which, Chris you owe me money. So do you Buchs.
The sun and the lake tired me out today and I crashed on my bed for an hour and a half tonight at 8:00, and then I got up and had a shower and now I can't fucking sleep. Dammit Dammit Dammit.
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