Monday, August 08, 2005

Get me away from here, I’m dying

1:30: Dimitri and I have landed in Vancouver, ready to lay waste to the city and it’s population. I am currently operating on 3 and half hours of sleep, but I can’t rest until I figure out how this week is going to be paid for. As the folks I went out with last night can attest I am broker than you would think reasonable for a person with a full time job. I am talking “Boy, I hope I can afford that Big Mac” broke. However I am confident that everything will work itself out, and this will end up being a fruitful venture.

The hotel is looking decent, and Dimitri is well familiar with the area. They have even been so kind as to include a scale in the bathroom so I will be able to document my flirtation with being the heaviest dude ever.

4:39: SO Meat and I just got back from buying booze and I habve so far seen Mike Myer’s brother and Robin Williams on Robson. It was neat Dinmitri is like a fucking tour guide. I am six beers in and I have forgotten how broke I am. I will send more shit out when I figure out what we are doing. I think its dinner at the rugby club or something.

6:41: Kirby just traded Meat rooms so now I am rooming with Meat. That’s cool because the 24 is totally gone. iTunes is currently cranking out Feeding the Fire (live) by NUFAN. Fukcing great song. I am pretty sure igt was on Fat Music For Fat People. That was a dope fucking cd. We are goiung for super at a place called the rugby club soon. Dimitri just got in to the room. It smells like perogies in here. Did I point out that Dimitri is ukranian? He is.

Next Day: Well my play by play update kind of fell apart after we left the hotel room and I no longer had access to the laptop. Apparently my plan was flawed. The rest of the night was spent cavorting about Vancouver. I was able to see Jon and nail down a resting place for the weekend, so that was good. This week is looking to be a hell of a time, with some of the people we trained with in Banff here. I do so enjoy being a minor celebrity for being such a fuck up.

Also, normally I spell-check this stuff before it gets posted, but I thought this post would lose some of its drunken lustre if I did that.

Peace.

5 Comments:

At 7:44 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You have to go to the bar Tonic...Toonie Tuesdays..plays decent hip hop though maybe a bit mainstream for you..decent women there..overall the place to be on a tuesday night..I was there 2 weeks ago had a fantastic time..ask mark or brehon about my exploits

JR

 
At 10:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too late, I've already told him. Moo-ahh-ahh

MF

 
At 11:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

if i wasnt so bloody broke i'd hunt you down on the mean streets of van city. bah.

 
At 4:54 PM, Blogger caid said...

As a point, there were possibly six or seven girls in Tonic that I can conclusively say were above 18. Every other girl there was suspect. Very suspect.

And I woudl look you up as well Laura, but I am broke beyond reason. I need a loan.

 
At 10:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can loan you some of my debt because that is all I have. Have you shaved yet? I look good and dirty.
RB

 

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