I'm having one of those days.
One of those days where I'm stressed and angry and all I feel like doing is getting into my car and driving far far away to somewhere like Mexico or California or somewhere. Far away from classified ads, job posting websites, worrying parents and instructions cleverly disquising themselves as advice. I just can't take the constant pressure and the conversations I've already had a million times before. It's just constantly hanging over me and any attempt to get it to go away is quickly thwarted.
The only problem with driving far far away is that gas has reached the staggering price of 88.9. Gas costs money, and in order to have money I need a job. But if I had a job I'd have no reason to drive angrily to Mexico. It's a vicious circle. It just keeps going and going without stopping, which is what makes it vicious. And a circle.
Since driving away to parts unknown isn't really a viable option, here is my contigency plan. I call it "Plan B". Clever eh?
In order to keep my fucking sanity I will no longer talk about jobs or any employment topic with anyone. Well, maybe some people. But my mind needs a break from it. People (who know who you are), don't even send me jobs anymore unless it is absolutely the best job possible. (also, mike, this message isnt for you. you can keep sending me whatever weird and/or relevent jobs you'd like)
Thank you for listening to my meandering and angry rant. That is all.
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Just a quick note: The Tragically Hip's most recent music video for "The Darkest One" is their best video they've ever done, and quite likely, the best video ever in the history of music.
It's stars Don Cherry as a fried chicken delivery guy; the trailer park boys, Gord Downie from the band, and cats. Lots of hungry cats.
So sit your ass in front of MuchMoreMusic all damn day until it comes on. Or if you don't have as much free-time as me, just download it of Kazaa or something.
Best video ever.
It's stars Don Cherry as a fried chicken delivery guy; the trailer park boys, Gord Downie from the band, and cats. Lots of hungry cats.
So sit your ass in front of MuchMoreMusic all damn day until it comes on. Or if you don't have as much free-time as me, just download it of Kazaa or something.
Best video ever.
Sunday, August 17, 2003
This post brought to you by the word plab, which, according to Meghan Low, is the "new, hip word."
Well I spent the majority of my time this weekend drinking. Jeremy has his house to himself for a few weeks so we went drinking there on friday, then again on saturday. Oh, and me and Ian also stopped by on thursday for a few beers. Okay, a case of beer. But who's counting?
Friday was pretty fun - not a whole lot of people, just the usual crew plus the girls from Delta. I didn't get that drunk, because we started late (11:00) but still drunk enough to not remember talking to Mike on MSN at 4 o'clock in the morning.
Al stopped by on saturday afternoon, on his long trip from Port Alberni to his eventual destination - Prince George. We went out for a beer before he had to continue on his way. It was nice seeing him again, even if it was brief. The rest of the night was basically a blur, but drinking a 26 of rye will do that to ya.
And I spent the majority of my Sunday recovering from Saturday. On Sunday morning around 6 I woke up and got sick. Then I drove home at 9:30, and was basically sick non-stop until 6 oclock at night. with occasional breaks to sleep. I'm feeling a bit better now, but not much. I think my liver needs a break.
Well I spent the majority of my time this weekend drinking. Jeremy has his house to himself for a few weeks so we went drinking there on friday, then again on saturday. Oh, and me and Ian also stopped by on thursday for a few beers. Okay, a case of beer. But who's counting?
Friday was pretty fun - not a whole lot of people, just the usual crew plus the girls from Delta. I didn't get that drunk, because we started late (11:00) but still drunk enough to not remember talking to Mike on MSN at 4 o'clock in the morning.
Al stopped by on saturday afternoon, on his long trip from Port Alberni to his eventual destination - Prince George. We went out for a beer before he had to continue on his way. It was nice seeing him again, even if it was brief. The rest of the night was basically a blur, but drinking a 26 of rye will do that to ya.
And I spent the majority of my Sunday recovering from Saturday. On Sunday morning around 6 I woke up and got sick. Then I drove home at 9:30, and was basically sick non-stop until 6 oclock at night. with occasional breaks to sleep. I'm feeling a bit better now, but not much. I think my liver needs a break.
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Monday, August 11, 2003
referring to my "That time again" post......
My body must think it's time for school again too. It's 1:30 AM and I'm nowhere near tired, it's just like I'm back in the 'loops. Mike and I have spent the last while re-reading old blogs and laughing our asses off about moments from the last year. It's been hilarious, and kind of gets us pumped for another year of good times, whether I'm there all the time or not.
The whole re-reading blogs started when I mentioned to Mike that I didn't think I had as many interesting stories to tell as some people do. But after reading the blog archives, I think I was wrong.
My body must think it's time for school again too. It's 1:30 AM and I'm nowhere near tired, it's just like I'm back in the 'loops. Mike and I have spent the last while re-reading old blogs and laughing our asses off about moments from the last year. It's been hilarious, and kind of gets us pumped for another year of good times, whether I'm there all the time or not.
The whole re-reading blogs started when I mentioned to Mike that I didn't think I had as many interesting stories to tell as some people do. But after reading the blog archives, I think I was wrong.
Sunday, August 10, 2003
:: That Time Again ::
I got the first taste of one of my favourite times of year last night. It was kind of cold and damp out, the kind of weather you can expect in October, right before it really starts getting wintery. It was sort of foggy out, and you could smell the rain on the grass. It reminded me of the Fall, and I don't know why I like that feeling so much, but I do. It also reminded me that it was the end of summer, which for years meant time to go back to school.
But not this year.
My mind is mistakenly in the back to school mode. The other day I found myself thinking "Alright, soon everyone will be back in Kamloops." Then I realized that it really makes no difference for me because I won't be. I'm not complaining, I like being here and it'll be even better once I get a job (hopefully Sept. 1st working for the city) But it's a very unusual feeling not to have to go back to school. And for the first time ever I realized I might actually might miss school.*shudder*
And I've been so busy this summer just hanging out with Chris, Ian, Jeremy and Sean that I haven't had time to realize how much I missed all the j-school posse. I guess I'll have to make a few trips to the 'loops. At least I'll get to see everyone all at once.
As much fun as I've had these last 4 months, I've had just about enough of my unemployed summer. Bring on the Fall- full of employment, bad weather, and lots of friends only three hours away.
I got the first taste of one of my favourite times of year last night. It was kind of cold and damp out, the kind of weather you can expect in October, right before it really starts getting wintery. It was sort of foggy out, and you could smell the rain on the grass. It reminded me of the Fall, and I don't know why I like that feeling so much, but I do. It also reminded me that it was the end of summer, which for years meant time to go back to school.
But not this year.
My mind is mistakenly in the back to school mode. The other day I found myself thinking "Alright, soon everyone will be back in Kamloops." Then I realized that it really makes no difference for me because I won't be. I'm not complaining, I like being here and it'll be even better once I get a job (hopefully Sept. 1st working for the city) But it's a very unusual feeling not to have to go back to school. And for the first time ever I realized I might actually might miss school.*shudder*
And I've been so busy this summer just hanging out with Chris, Ian, Jeremy and Sean that I haven't had time to realize how much I missed all the j-school posse. I guess I'll have to make a few trips to the 'loops. At least I'll get to see everyone all at once.
As much fun as I've had these last 4 months, I've had just about enough of my unemployed summer. Bring on the Fall- full of employment, bad weather, and lots of friends only three hours away.
Friday, August 08, 2003
Marcus: Hey, those girls are pretty hot.
Me: They're a little bit young dude.
Marcus: Yeah but I'm American, with the exchange rate it all works out.
I've been spending the majority of this week hanging out with my good buddy Marcus, who flew in from Ohio for a hockey camp. It's been pretty cool having him around since I don't get to see him very often, although he was here in May. Usually it's about once a year, and now that he's relocated from California to Ohio to play hockey, he's even farther away. it's been a fun but somewhat low key week. Since it's now officially hockey season for him, he doesn't drink or do a lot of partying so we watched a lot of good movies this week instead. On Tuesday we saw American Wedding, which was funny, as expected. Although I didn't like it as much as the first two I still thought it was really good. I had a few problems with it, but I won't speak of them now, as I know most of this blog's regular readers haven't seen the movie yet.
Then yesterday we went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean, WHICH WAS WICKED!!! I had heard it was good, but it was even better than I thought it would be. I don't know, maybe I just like pirates. Tonight, having significantly less cash than the previous days, we just sat around the house and watched Gangs of New York on DVD. I'd seen it once before and it just gets better every time.
Also, on an unrelated topic, I still get to write for BC Hockey Now despite my move from Kamloops back to the Lower Mainland. While the Blazer's beat will be taken over by fellow UCC'er Matt Silver, it looks like I'll be on the BCHL scene this year, at least a little bit. Right now I'm working on season previews for 4 teams, and some of my articles, notes and quotes will probably by in the 2003/04 BCHL Guidebook as well, which I'm excited about.
Me: They're a little bit young dude.
Marcus: Yeah but I'm American, with the exchange rate it all works out.
I've been spending the majority of this week hanging out with my good buddy Marcus, who flew in from Ohio for a hockey camp. It's been pretty cool having him around since I don't get to see him very often, although he was here in May. Usually it's about once a year, and now that he's relocated from California to Ohio to play hockey, he's even farther away. it's been a fun but somewhat low key week. Since it's now officially hockey season for him, he doesn't drink or do a lot of partying so we watched a lot of good movies this week instead. On Tuesday we saw American Wedding, which was funny, as expected. Although I didn't like it as much as the first two I still thought it was really good. I had a few problems with it, but I won't speak of them now, as I know most of this blog's regular readers haven't seen the movie yet.
Then yesterday we went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean, WHICH WAS WICKED!!! I had heard it was good, but it was even better than I thought it would be. I don't know, maybe I just like pirates. Tonight, having significantly less cash than the previous days, we just sat around the house and watched Gangs of New York on DVD. I'd seen it once before and it just gets better every time.
Also, on an unrelated topic, I still get to write for BC Hockey Now despite my move from Kamloops back to the Lower Mainland. While the Blazer's beat will be taken over by fellow UCC'er Matt Silver, it looks like I'll be on the BCHL scene this year, at least a little bit. Right now I'm working on season previews for 4 teams, and some of my articles, notes and quotes will probably by in the 2003/04 BCHL Guidebook as well, which I'm excited about.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
:: BEER, BREAKDOWNS, AND CREDIT CARD THEFT ::
or
How I spent my August long weekend
Let me bring everyone up to speed regarding the good, the bad, and the ugly of the last few days. First of all, the good:
This weekend I went with Chris and Sean on a rafting/camping trip near Princeton. The rafting and the camping and the drinking was all wicked. Lots of good food, lots of beer. It was a rowdy, drunken couple of days and we all had a great time. However, the great time notwithstanding, it was a hell of an ordeal just to get to the campsite.
Originally we wanted to leave by 9:00 AM so we'd get there by noon at the latest. However, we were all hungover and tired from a party at Sean's place the night before, so we were a little late. We finally left at about 10:30. Then, by Chilliwack Sean, who was driving, was starting to fall asleep. A quick trip to a gas station to buy Jolt cola and sandwiches and we were on our way again.....for awhile. Just a few miles inside Manning Park Sean's car lost all power and we quickly went from cruising at 110 km/h to stalled on the side of the Hope/Princeton Highway. Now, what's frustrating about this, is that Sean's car is almost brand new with only 8,000 Km's on it.
To top it all off, none of our cell phones were within service range. So there we sat, stranded, and nobody would stop and help us out, despite the signs/pleas-for-help we had stuck on the back of Sean's car. In 2.5 hours, only 2 people stopped. Then finally a cop came and got us a tow truck. Sean has a Honda roadside assistance package so the tow truck was free - but he would only tow to a Honda Dealer....in chilliwack. So he took the car to chilliwack while the 3 of us sat, with all our camping stuff, at a gas station waiting for help to arrive. Help came about 45 minutes later when my dad and Grandpa came and brought us a car. Luckily for us, my parents were a short distance away in Harrison, visiting my Grandparents. So we were finally on our way, turning a 3 hour trip into a 7 hour one. But it was worth it because it was a fun weekend.
Then today happened. My brother lost his wallet, including his credit card. Somebody found the card and proceeded to use it 11 times at places like Petro-Canada, Pizza Hut, and 7-Eleven. I would've bought more expensive stuff, but apparently this guy's a moron. Soon though, he'll be a moron with a black eye and no bike to ride. Let me explain....
After finding out where he used the card, my mom and brother did some detective work, and after talking with people at many of the places the card was used, they now have a description of the thief. And the people at the Shell gas station near my house mentioned he rides his bike there every morning to get a coffee. So that's where me and Chris will be tomorrow. Now, we aren't going to beat the hell out of him, as much as we'd love to, because this isn't worth getting arrested for or anything stupid. We just want to get a look at the guy and maybe scare him a bit. I also want to steal the thief's bike, just for fun. Stealing from a thief....Ah, the irony. I'll keep you posted if anything happens.
or
How I spent my August long weekend
This weekend I went with Chris and Sean on a rafting/camping trip near Princeton. The rafting and the camping and the drinking was all wicked. Lots of good food, lots of beer. It was a rowdy, drunken couple of days and we all had a great time. However, the great time notwithstanding, it was a hell of an ordeal just to get to the campsite.
Originally we wanted to leave by 9:00 AM so we'd get there by noon at the latest. However, we were all hungover and tired from a party at Sean's place the night before, so we were a little late. We finally left at about 10:30. Then, by Chilliwack Sean, who was driving, was starting to fall asleep. A quick trip to a gas station to buy Jolt cola and sandwiches and we were on our way again.....for awhile. Just a few miles inside Manning Park Sean's car lost all power and we quickly went from cruising at 110 km/h to stalled on the side of the Hope/Princeton Highway. Now, what's frustrating about this, is that Sean's car is almost brand new with only 8,000 Km's on it.
To top it all off, none of our cell phones were within service range. So there we sat, stranded, and nobody would stop and help us out, despite the signs/pleas-for-help we had stuck on the back of Sean's car. In 2.5 hours, only 2 people stopped. Then finally a cop came and got us a tow truck. Sean has a Honda roadside assistance package so the tow truck was free - but he would only tow to a Honda Dealer....in chilliwack. So he took the car to chilliwack while the 3 of us sat, with all our camping stuff, at a gas station waiting for help to arrive. Help came about 45 minutes later when my dad and Grandpa came and brought us a car. Luckily for us, my parents were a short distance away in Harrison, visiting my Grandparents. So we were finally on our way, turning a 3 hour trip into a 7 hour one. But it was worth it because it was a fun weekend.
Then today happened. My brother lost his wallet, including his credit card. Somebody found the card and proceeded to use it 11 times at places like Petro-Canada, Pizza Hut, and 7-Eleven. I would've bought more expensive stuff, but apparently this guy's a moron. Soon though, he'll be a moron with a black eye and no bike to ride. Let me explain....
After finding out where he used the card, my mom and brother did some detective work, and after talking with people at many of the places the card was used, they now have a description of the thief. And the people at the Shell gas station near my house mentioned he rides his bike there every morning to get a coffee. So that's where me and Chris will be tomorrow. Now, we aren't going to beat the hell out of him, as much as we'd love to, because this isn't worth getting arrested for or anything stupid. We just want to get a look at the guy and maybe scare him a bit. I also want to steal the thief's bike, just for fun. Stealing from a thief....Ah, the irony. I'll keep you posted if anything happens.
Friday, August 01, 2003
:: BREAKING NEWS ::
My former place of residence, the wonderful town of Kamloops, is on fire. Well, not the whole town, but certain parts of it. Thankfully, Mike is right on top of the situation, and has sacrificed sleep in order to get pictures and video. Go to his dailydeco page for more information.
My former place of residence, the wonderful town of Kamloops, is on fire. Well, not the whole town, but certain parts of it. Thankfully, Mike is right on top of the situation, and has sacrificed sleep in order to get pictures and video. Go to his dailydeco page for more information.
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
It's hot here. And not just regular hot. Or even fuckin' hot. It's fry-an-egg-on-my-goddamn-forehead hot.
Now, I'm not necessarily complaining, because it's very nice out, but I don't really handle the heat all that well. And as much as I like the beautiful weather, I've come to the conclusion that miserable, cold winters aren't all that bad. I know that may be hard for some people to believe, especially sun-lovers like Melissa, but I like winter. (note: I like Vancouver winters, not necessarily winters north of the Vancouver region)
Anyways, usually when it's this hot I just lie around and don't really take advantage of the summer. It's too hot to do anything is my usual response to anything. But not this year. Nope, by accident or design, I've been doing a lot more summer-ish things than normal. And it's been sweet.
I've been camping in the sun at the Merritt Music Fest and this weekend I'm going rafting. Also, I've done my fair share of beer-drinking on sunny patios. And the other day me and Ian took his dad's air-conditioned car down to Stanley Park for the day and then we went for some beers (Come to think of it, most of my cool summer experiences have involved beer. Oh well, it's probably just a coincedence.) And tommorrow I'm going to a Vancouver Canadians baseball game and I'm going pay seven dollars for three bucks worth of beer while heckling minor league ballplayers from the cheap seats.
Not a bad way to beat the heat if you ask me (and most people do).
Maybe I like summer more than I thought.
Now, I'm not necessarily complaining, because it's very nice out, but I don't really handle the heat all that well. And as much as I like the beautiful weather, I've come to the conclusion that miserable, cold winters aren't all that bad. I know that may be hard for some people to believe, especially sun-lovers like Melissa, but I like winter. (note: I like Vancouver winters, not necessarily winters north of the Vancouver region)
Anyways, usually when it's this hot I just lie around and don't really take advantage of the summer. It's too hot to do anything is my usual response to anything. But not this year. Nope, by accident or design, I've been doing a lot more summer-ish things than normal. And it's been sweet.
I've been camping in the sun at the Merritt Music Fest and this weekend I'm going rafting. Also, I've done my fair share of beer-drinking on sunny patios. And the other day me and Ian took his dad's air-conditioned car down to Stanley Park for the day and then we went for some beers (Come to think of it, most of my cool summer experiences have involved beer. Oh well, it's probably just a coincedence.) And tommorrow I'm going to a Vancouver Canadians baseball game and I'm going pay seven dollars for three bucks worth of beer while heckling minor league ballplayers from the cheap seats.
Not a bad way to beat the heat if you ask me (and most people do).
Maybe I like summer more than I thought.
Sunday, July 27, 2003
Jeremy on beer...
Jeremy: This is how I look at it. In the wild, if there's a herd of buffalo, the weaker, slower buffalo get killed off. And if the herd losses all the slow, weak ones, it makes itself stronger as a whole. Now, everyone knows that beer kills brain cells. But I think that beer only kills the slow, weak brain cells, which then makes my brain stronger, just like all the buffalo.
Nick: Then how do you explain the battery shoved up your nose.
Jeremy: This is how I look at it. In the wild, if there's a herd of buffalo, the weaker, slower buffalo get killed off. And if the herd losses all the slow, weak ones, it makes itself stronger as a whole. Now, everyone knows that beer kills brain cells. But I think that beer only kills the slow, weak brain cells, which then makes my brain stronger, just like all the buffalo.
Nick: Then how do you explain the battery shoved up your nose.
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
:: Merritt Mountain Music Festival ::
PART 3: NICKNAMES
Over the course of the week, some people acquired some nicknames that I just felt like mentioning.
Chris: The Show.
Chris got this name after bonging about 15 beers in one day. After doing one, Dave said to him, "People should buy tickets to this, you're a show."
Chris (nickname #2): Bonger.
This guy we met, who himself had a nickname (He introduced himself as "Hayseed"), introduced Chris to everyone as "Bonger".
Jeremy: Tan Jacket.
While wearing the tan coloured cowboy jacket he borrowed from his dad, he did two bongs on Sunday night consisting of a combination of beer, fireball whiskey, and rum and coke. Anyone who saw him do it would always yell "Hey tan jacket" when they saw him around the festival.
Nick: Thumper.
Now let me tell you how this (stupid) name evolved. On Tuesday one of us was reading the festival program and it mentioned a Lumberjack Challenge, in which one event was called Speed Bucking. I thought that whoever said it said "Speed fucking" to which I replied, "Speed fucking? I'd be good at that," simultaneously insulting myself badly for the sake of a laugh, and also giving myself a nickname - Speedfucker. A little while later, the previously mentioned Hayseed showed up and warped the nickname to Sheepfucker, which I didn't really like. Then to spare me anymore embarassment, he retired the name Sheepfucker and renamed me "Thumper" for some reason. It was a better name than the first two, although I unfortunately thumped nothing all week.
PART 3: NICKNAMES
Over the course of the week, some people acquired some nicknames that I just felt like mentioning.
Chris: The Show.
Chris got this name after bonging about 15 beers in one day. After doing one, Dave said to him, "People should buy tickets to this, you're a show."
Chris (nickname #2): Bonger.
This guy we met, who himself had a nickname (He introduced himself as "Hayseed"), introduced Chris to everyone as "Bonger".
Jeremy: Tan Jacket.
While wearing the tan coloured cowboy jacket he borrowed from his dad, he did two bongs on Sunday night consisting of a combination of beer, fireball whiskey, and rum and coke. Anyone who saw him do it would always yell "Hey tan jacket" when they saw him around the festival.
Nick: Thumper.
Now let me tell you how this (stupid) name evolved. On Tuesday one of us was reading the festival program and it mentioned a Lumberjack Challenge, in which one event was called Speed Bucking. I thought that whoever said it said "Speed fucking" to which I replied, "Speed fucking? I'd be good at that," simultaneously insulting myself badly for the sake of a laugh, and also giving myself a nickname - Speedfucker. A little while later, the previously mentioned Hayseed showed up and warped the nickname to Sheepfucker, which I didn't really like. Then to spare me anymore embarassment, he retired the name Sheepfucker and renamed me "Thumper" for some reason. It was a better name than the first two, although I unfortunately thumped nothing all week.
Monday, July 21, 2003
:: Merritt Mountain Music Festival ::
PART 2: THE QUOTES
*note: more quotes may be added as I remember them.
"There's no way I'm sitting here sober!" - Chris, after waiting in the lineup of cars for about 3 minutes.
Me: The Cowboy hat store had no hats that were my size.
Chris: You should've yelled at them.
Steve: No, you should go back there, take a hat, flip it upside down and crap in it. Then hand it back.
Some hot girl (yelling from down the road): I'm looking for Owen!
Fraser: I'm Owen! Over here, I'm Owen!
Some hot girl: You'd better be Owen!
Fraser: I'll be Owen you one in the ass if you don't get over here!
"Take off your tits!" - Chris, and also Jessen, when they meant to say either "take off your shirt" or "Show us your tits"
"Give me a ride asshole!" - Dave, drunk and trying unsuccessfully to get someone to give him a ride up the hill to tent city, rather than walk up the big hill.
"That's awesome!" - Chris and later Dave. All weekend long, this was the answer to anything weird that happened.
Craig: What day is it?
Fraser: It's Sunday morning, time to go.
Craig: What? Isn't it Saturday?
Fraser: No, you passed out last night at 10.
Craig: So it's not still Saturday night?
Fraser: No.
"Fraig! That's the greatest name ever! I'm gonna name my kids that!" - Ian, after combining Fraser and Craig's names together when he was drunk.
"She said 'I'm pregnant' and I said 'I'm movin' to the West Coast," - Fraser, explaining why he moved to B.C from the East (I think Newfoundland).
"Hey guys, I met Andy Moog's daughter. Andy Moog!" - Chris, repeatedly throughout the weekend.
Drunk #1: It's the battery.
Drunk #2: No, it's the solenoid.
Drunk #1: No it isn't, its definately the starter...or maybe the alternator.
(Car starts after getting jump-started)
Drunk #2: I told you it was the battery.
"Jesus Christ, we've got Beavis and Butthead helping us out here, let's just call BCAA." - Chris, in the midst of getting "help" from the aformentioned drunks.
PART 2: THE QUOTES
*note: more quotes may be added as I remember them.
"There's no way I'm sitting here sober!" - Chris, after waiting in the lineup of cars for about 3 minutes.
Me: The Cowboy hat store had no hats that were my size.
Chris: You should've yelled at them.
Steve: No, you should go back there, take a hat, flip it upside down and crap in it. Then hand it back.
Some hot girl (yelling from down the road): I'm looking for Owen!
Fraser: I'm Owen! Over here, I'm Owen!
Some hot girl: You'd better be Owen!
Fraser: I'll be Owen you one in the ass if you don't get over here!
"Take off your tits!" - Chris, and also Jessen, when they meant to say either "take off your shirt" or "Show us your tits"
"Give me a ride asshole!" - Dave, drunk and trying unsuccessfully to get someone to give him a ride up the hill to tent city, rather than walk up the big hill.
"That's awesome!" - Chris and later Dave. All weekend long, this was the answer to anything weird that happened.
Craig: What day is it?
Fraser: It's Sunday morning, time to go.
Craig: What? Isn't it Saturday?
Fraser: No, you passed out last night at 10.
Craig: So it's not still Saturday night?
Fraser: No.
"Fraig! That's the greatest name ever! I'm gonna name my kids that!" - Ian, after combining Fraser and Craig's names together when he was drunk.
"She said 'I'm pregnant' and I said 'I'm movin' to the West Coast," - Fraser, explaining why he moved to B.C from the East (I think Newfoundland).
"Hey guys, I met Andy Moog's daughter. Andy Moog!" - Chris, repeatedly throughout the weekend.
Drunk #1: It's the battery.
Drunk #2: No, it's the solenoid.
Drunk #1: No it isn't, its definately the starter...or maybe the alternator.
(Car starts after getting jump-started)
Drunk #2: I told you it was the battery.
"Jesus Christ, we've got Beavis and Butthead helping us out here, let's just call BCAA." - Chris, in the midst of getting "help" from the aformentioned drunks.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
:: Merritt Mountain Music Fest ::
PART 1: AN OVERVIEW
I've just returned home from Merritt where I spent a week in the scorching hot sun drinking my face off and listening to some good country music. It was a wicked week overall - I met tons of cool people, partied with a lot of friends - it was awesome.
The festival could have very easily been called the Dirt Festival, as high winds and dry conditions combined to coat everyone and everything in inches of dirt and dust. It was pretty gross, and my tent was so dusty I basically slept in dirt (and when the cooler spilled, I basically slept in mud).
First of all, here are the cast of characters: Me, Chris, Ian and Jeremy were there first. on Sunday. We waited in line until the gates opened on Monday and we finally got a spot in Tent City around 4 PM on Monday afternoon. On Tuesday, Kyle (my cousin Tracy's fiance) and his friend Neil drove up and the partying officially started. Next up, on Wednesday, came my cousins, Tracy and Jen, Jen's boyfriend Dave, and Tara and Leslie. Also there were two friends of Jen's - Allison and Alicia. On Thursday came the last of the party-ers, Kyle's friends Craig, Fraser, Steve and Sheila.
We spent most of the first few days just hanging out in Tent City, although we went down to the infamous campsite C a few times to check out the craziness - loud music, guys ripping around on Harleys, beer bongs, Wet T-shirt contests and all kinds of debauchery.
:: Beer Bong ::
Speaking of beer bongs, Chris was hitting them hard. There were all kinds of elaborate bongs around the place, and at one time, we had a cool one too, but it sat around uncleaned for months and got moldy. So instead we had to break out a beer bong that Chris and his friends made in like grade 10 - an old, dented 2 litre 7-UP bottle and a piece of stolen garden hose. Compared to other bongs in Merritt, this one was disgraceful. So much in fact, that at first Chris didn't want to even bring out the "ghetto bong" until after it got dark. We all did a few bongs, but on one day, I think it was Wednesday, Chris did about 16 or 17 in one day, then passed out at 2:30 PM and didn't wake up again until 9:00.
Jeremy also made a name for himself with the beer bong while we were still waiting in the lineup on Sunday. He was already pretty drunk, then some people came around with a beer bong and convinced Jeremy to do a few. The first one didn't only have a beer in it, it also had three-quarters of a mickey of Fireball in it. Then, soon after, he did a bong with one beer and a large glass of rum and coke mixed together. He didn't puke, but needless to say, he was done for the rest of the night. However, he was recognized throughout the week by those who saw him on Sunday, and "Hey! It's Tan-Jacket!!" was heard on more than a few occasions.
Also, in an impressive display of beer-bongery was my cousin Tracy. She doesn't drink beer, and refused to do a bong all week. Finally, when he was drunk, Craig offered her $60 to do one. She was worried that she would puke, but she did it very well, and pocketed 60 bucks from a slighty poorer, drunk, Craig.
:: Intensity in Tent City ::
While it was widely known that for partying, Campsite C was the place to be, we did our best to make Tent City a good spot to party. Between us and some people we met from Chilliwack, we partied pretty hard, and it was lots of fun. The partying in Tent City culminated with 2 drunk topless girls making out in our very own campsite, and for nothing more than a string of beads that somebody offered them, Mardi Gras style.
NEXT UP: THE QUOTES
PART 1: AN OVERVIEW
I've just returned home from Merritt where I spent a week in the scorching hot sun drinking my face off and listening to some good country music. It was a wicked week overall - I met tons of cool people, partied with a lot of friends - it was awesome.
The festival could have very easily been called the Dirt Festival, as high winds and dry conditions combined to coat everyone and everything in inches of dirt and dust. It was pretty gross, and my tent was so dusty I basically slept in dirt (and when the cooler spilled, I basically slept in mud).
First of all, here are the cast of characters: Me, Chris, Ian and Jeremy were there first. on Sunday. We waited in line until the gates opened on Monday and we finally got a spot in Tent City around 4 PM on Monday afternoon. On Tuesday, Kyle (my cousin Tracy's fiance) and his friend Neil drove up and the partying officially started. Next up, on Wednesday, came my cousins, Tracy and Jen, Jen's boyfriend Dave, and Tara and Leslie. Also there were two friends of Jen's - Allison and Alicia. On Thursday came the last of the party-ers, Kyle's friends Craig, Fraser, Steve and Sheila.
We spent most of the first few days just hanging out in Tent City, although we went down to the infamous campsite C a few times to check out the craziness - loud music, guys ripping around on Harleys, beer bongs, Wet T-shirt contests and all kinds of debauchery.
:: Beer Bong ::
Speaking of beer bongs, Chris was hitting them hard. There were all kinds of elaborate bongs around the place, and at one time, we had a cool one too, but it sat around uncleaned for months and got moldy. So instead we had to break out a beer bong that Chris and his friends made in like grade 10 - an old, dented 2 litre 7-UP bottle and a piece of stolen garden hose. Compared to other bongs in Merritt, this one was disgraceful. So much in fact, that at first Chris didn't want to even bring out the "ghetto bong" until after it got dark. We all did a few bongs, but on one day, I think it was Wednesday, Chris did about 16 or 17 in one day, then passed out at 2:30 PM and didn't wake up again until 9:00.
Jeremy also made a name for himself with the beer bong while we were still waiting in the lineup on Sunday. He was already pretty drunk, then some people came around with a beer bong and convinced Jeremy to do a few. The first one didn't only have a beer in it, it also had three-quarters of a mickey of Fireball in it. Then, soon after, he did a bong with one beer and a large glass of rum and coke mixed together. He didn't puke, but needless to say, he was done for the rest of the night. However, he was recognized throughout the week by those who saw him on Sunday, and "Hey! It's Tan-Jacket!!" was heard on more than a few occasions.
Also, in an impressive display of beer-bongery was my cousin Tracy. She doesn't drink beer, and refused to do a bong all week. Finally, when he was drunk, Craig offered her $60 to do one. She was worried that she would puke, but she did it very well, and pocketed 60 bucks from a slighty poorer, drunk, Craig.
:: Intensity in Tent City ::
While it was widely known that for partying, Campsite C was the place to be, we did our best to make Tent City a good spot to party. Between us and some people we met from Chilliwack, we partied pretty hard, and it was lots of fun. The partying in Tent City culminated with 2 drunk topless girls making out in our very own campsite, and for nothing more than a string of beads that somebody offered them, Mardi Gras style.
NEXT UP: THE QUOTES
Saturday, July 12, 2003
:: The Party ::
Tonight we went out to Roosters for Chris's 19th birthday. There were a lot of us there (Me, Chris, Ian, Jeremy, Sean, Danny, Amanda, Pat, Tracy, Jen, Dave, Neil, and Tanya) and it was a wicked night. We started out at the Keg for dinner then took a limo to Roosters and back. The night was full of highlights - hotboxing a limo, bodyshots off hot girls, cheap Corona, and then, to end off the night - 3 Pearl Jam songs in a row on the radio during the drive home - Daughter, Given to Fly, and Nothingman. Then of course there were the 2 trips to McDonald's and Chris lying face down with no shoes or shirt, passed out, in The Keg parking lot at 3 AM before Sean drove us home.
An excellent night overall.
Tonight we went out to Roosters for Chris's 19th birthday. There were a lot of us there (Me, Chris, Ian, Jeremy, Sean, Danny, Amanda, Pat, Tracy, Jen, Dave, Neil, and Tanya) and it was a wicked night. We started out at the Keg for dinner then took a limo to Roosters and back. The night was full of highlights - hotboxing a limo, bodyshots off hot girls, cheap Corona, and then, to end off the night - 3 Pearl Jam songs in a row on the radio during the drive home - Daughter, Given to Fly, and Nothingman. Then of course there were the 2 trips to McDonald's and Chris lying face down with no shoes or shirt, passed out, in The Keg parking lot at 3 AM before Sean drove us home.
An excellent night overall.
Friday, July 11, 2003
:: No more fake I.D's ::
Well, today marks the end of Chris's fake I.D collection. Over the past year, as everyone turned 19 but him, he had collected a wide variety of identifications - he had a few from guys on his hockey team, he had one of mine, he even had one from Iowa that we made on the computer. But that all ends now because it is Chris's birthday.
Happy 19th Birthday ya jackass!!!!
"Marge, send the kids to the neighbours I'm coming back loaded." - Homer.
We're going drinking tonight (obviously) and loaded we shall be.
Well, today marks the end of Chris's fake I.D collection. Over the past year, as everyone turned 19 but him, he had collected a wide variety of identifications - he had a few from guys on his hockey team, he had one of mine, he even had one from Iowa that we made on the computer. But that all ends now because it is Chris's birthday.
Happy 19th Birthday ya jackass!!!!
"Marge, send the kids to the neighbours I'm coming back loaded." - Homer.
We're going drinking tonight (obviously) and loaded we shall be.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Weird things are happening to me.
For starters, I've been getting unexpected money from weird places lately. Not that I'm complaining, but it's all a little bit odd. And to add to the weirdness, something else weird happened today.
This morning I had some errands to run - I had to go to the bank and then the mall. When I first got into my car, I noticed that somebody had messed with all my mirrors. I thought that was weird, but I just figured Jeremy messed with them when I wasn't looking. He likes doing that. So that wasn't a big deal. Then I go to the bank, and when I get back in my car to drive away, I take a quick glance at my gas gauge - which I hadn't noticed at first. I had a full tank of gas. I didn't have a full tank before. I didn't put any in myself. On tuesday I was right empty, so I put 10 bucks in the tank, which gave me just under half a tank. How that tank became full is beyond me.
I called around. My dad didn't borrow my car. My mom didn't. Chris didn't. Nobody drove it anywhere. Now either this is some elaborate plot to mess with my head - maybe my dad or Chris did take my car out and they're just denying it. Or maybe some greater force is pulling my strings just for the hell of it:
I can see it now. There's God, maybe after a few too many heavenly Heinekens, calling over to his buddies. "Hey dudes, check out what I'm gonna do to this poor schmuck. This is gonna be wicked!" On second thought, I don't know about that. God probably has better things to do than mess with me.
And he probably doesn't say "dude".
For starters, I've been getting unexpected money from weird places lately. Not that I'm complaining, but it's all a little bit odd. And to add to the weirdness, something else weird happened today.
This morning I had some errands to run - I had to go to the bank and then the mall. When I first got into my car, I noticed that somebody had messed with all my mirrors. I thought that was weird, but I just figured Jeremy messed with them when I wasn't looking. He likes doing that. So that wasn't a big deal. Then I go to the bank, and when I get back in my car to drive away, I take a quick glance at my gas gauge - which I hadn't noticed at first. I had a full tank of gas. I didn't have a full tank before. I didn't put any in myself. On tuesday I was right empty, so I put 10 bucks in the tank, which gave me just under half a tank. How that tank became full is beyond me.
I called around. My dad didn't borrow my car. My mom didn't. Chris didn't. Nobody drove it anywhere. Now either this is some elaborate plot to mess with my head - maybe my dad or Chris did take my car out and they're just denying it. Or maybe some greater force is pulling my strings just for the hell of it:
I can see it now. There's God, maybe after a few too many heavenly Heinekens, calling over to his buddies. "Hey dudes, check out what I'm gonna do to this poor schmuck. This is gonna be wicked!" On second thought, I don't know about that. God probably has better things to do than mess with me.
And he probably doesn't say "dude".
Thursday, July 03, 2003
"Do you think we could be any cooler?" - Jeremy, asking us as we sat around in a deserted parking lot doing absolutely nothing.
The answer Jeremy, is yes. We can be much cooler. Don't believe me? Check out the new game we created out of sheer boredom.
:: ConeBall ::
So me, Chris, Ian, Jeremy and Sean were sitting around in a parking lot tossing a football around. One of us, I can't remember who, took a tall skinny traffic cone that was lying around and put the football on top of it, sort of like teeball. Then we took an orange, wooden tree stake to use as a bat. The goal was to see who could hit the football the farthest. We judged distance by how many painted parking lines the ball cleared before hitting the ground. Here are the results:
GOLD: Chris
SILVER: Nick
BRONZE: Jeremy
PARTICIPATION PIN: Sean
NOT EVEN CLOSE: Ian
Yeah, we're geeks. Shutup.
The answer Jeremy, is yes. We can be much cooler. Don't believe me? Check out the new game we created out of sheer boredom.
:: ConeBall :: So me, Chris, Ian, Jeremy and Sean were sitting around in a parking lot tossing a football around. One of us, I can't remember who, took a tall skinny traffic cone that was lying around and put the football on top of it, sort of like teeball. Then we took an orange, wooden tree stake to use as a bat. The goal was to see who could hit the football the farthest. We judged distance by how many painted parking lines the ball cleared before hitting the ground. Here are the results:
GOLD: Chris
SILVER: Nick
BRONZE: Jeremy
PARTICIPATION PIN: Sean
NOT EVEN CLOSE: Ian
Yeah, we're geeks. Shutup.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Well I have three reasons for posting tonight. Well, four actually.
The fourth reason is that it's Canada Day people! And I feel it's a good opportunity to celebrate the wonderful-ness of this fuckin country. Rock on Canada! Reason number three is that I'm drunk, and God knows I post sweet messages after a beer or two, or in this case, 14. Also, reason number 2 is that Jeremy told me tonight that he is sick of seeing my Sports Night quiz at the top of my blog page. But, above and beyond the previous three reasons is reason numero uno: Today, July 2, is MEGHANS BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Happy birthday Meghan, I hope your day is a good one.
The fourth reason is that it's Canada Day people! And I feel it's a good opportunity to celebrate the wonderful-ness of this fuckin country. Rock on Canada! Reason number three is that I'm drunk, and God knows I post sweet messages after a beer or two, or in this case, 14. Also, reason number 2 is that Jeremy told me tonight that he is sick of seeing my Sports Night quiz at the top of my blog page. But, above and beyond the previous three reasons is reason numero uno: Today, July 2, is MEGHANS BIRTHDAY!!!!!
Happy birthday Meghan, I hope your day is a good one.