What to write, what to write…
Went to a funeral on Saturday… That sucked… Yea don’t feel like talking about that
Australia? Hmmm I guess, not much else to say. Like I have said before I really REALLY value my privacy. So 3 weeks of me not having a room to myself or time to myself left me flustered. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could play some x-box, listen to music and think my thoughts. As is the norm, because I value my privacy I also would rather what happened in Australia to remain in fucking Australia…
Cue my buddy Ted. He’s the guy I went to go visit there… It took him 6 days to tell somebody EVERYTHING that happened there. But this isn’t just somebody. He told the biggest gossip (lets call her Carla) in the fucking circus (that I call friends) everything that happened. Also, he didn’t tell me that he opened his fucking mouth about it. So what happens? I walk into a mine field of fucking questions and accusations. Fucking putz!
And the worst part of it all. Carla dated the guy that I went to Australia with. So when Ted tells her everything he knows actually went on, her imagination goes wild as to what else went on that he didn’t know about.
So now I have to deal with her and her “Australia sex orgy” fantasies that she has concocted in her mind. But I feel for my buddy Carla’s ex-bf Chris who has to incur all of her wrath. Poor guy…
Other then that, work’s starting again, but I’m doing nothing right now. Football season’s starting!!!!!!! Next couple of weeks has some really good things on the horizon!
One Love
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Laaazy week
So I know I said I was going to post every day this week. But when you go 3 weeks without thinking of blogging, its hard to remember to blog every day. Especially when you don't have much to talk about.
Australia... Australia built me and killed me in so many ways:
Myself:
Built - I was able to go party all the time, be social, drink and go out probably 4/5 nights, which is a departure for me. Working as hard as I do and living in suburbia, getting out 2 nights a week is an absolute stretch. So being able to go drinking that much and not worry about work, my career, money, my fucking dream condo was nice
Killed - No privacy. That's the thing with crashing at a buddies place. You're living on a mattress in a living room for 3 weeks. I like to be alone, I value my privacy. 3 weeks with no privacy left me rattled, uncertain, and slightly depressed.
My Confidence:
Built - I had 7 or 8 different women tell me how good I looked. I got enough of those "looks".. the I wanna eat you up look with her hand running up and down my chest. I slept with an Australian girl. Fuckin magic... and I came to the conclusion that I LOVE American girls... They are fucking magic. I loved who I was in Australia, I loved the confidence I had the swagger I had. Old me was back! College me was back
Killed - The problem with a vacation is people you meet you will never see again. So I had to be relatively cold. I can't open up, what's the point. You meet a girl who MIGHT be your next ex-wife but you never get a chance. You don't get to be the good guy. I was lucky too. I didn't get my ass shot down or rejected. But knowing me, I take that so hard. I was lucky enough that this shoe didn't drop
My Growth
Built - I saw another country, chilled on another beach, tried some new beers, had a few revelations. All in the name of my growth and maturity
Killed - I didn't figure out what I want to do with my life. Is it NYC or buying a condo in Toronto. Where do I want to plant my seeds? These were questions I thought I would answer or at least address in my 48 hours of flying and 3 weeks with nothing really to do. Yea didn't even think of them. FUCK
My money
Built - Come on you knew I would be thinking of money. I saved about $500 on car and social expenses by being away.
Killed - I spent $1,400... FUCK!!! thats $62 a day. But given I had to pay for all my meals, plus car rentals and hotel for our beach vacation its reasonable. Just fuck I budgeted $3,000 as a very conservative vacation budget. But $1,600 for a ticket ant $1,400 spending I was right no if not over. Sets my condo purchase plans back, just a tad
One Love
Australia... Australia built me and killed me in so many ways:
Myself:
Built - I was able to go party all the time, be social, drink and go out probably 4/5 nights, which is a departure for me. Working as hard as I do and living in suburbia, getting out 2 nights a week is an absolute stretch. So being able to go drinking that much and not worry about work, my career, money, my fucking dream condo was nice
Killed - No privacy. That's the thing with crashing at a buddies place. You're living on a mattress in a living room for 3 weeks. I like to be alone, I value my privacy. 3 weeks with no privacy left me rattled, uncertain, and slightly depressed.
My Confidence:
Built - I had 7 or 8 different women tell me how good I looked. I got enough of those "looks".. the I wanna eat you up look with her hand running up and down my chest. I slept with an Australian girl. Fuckin magic... and I came to the conclusion that I LOVE American girls... They are fucking magic. I loved who I was in Australia, I loved the confidence I had the swagger I had. Old me was back! College me was back
Killed - The problem with a vacation is people you meet you will never see again. So I had to be relatively cold. I can't open up, what's the point. You meet a girl who MIGHT be your next ex-wife but you never get a chance. You don't get to be the good guy. I was lucky too. I didn't get my ass shot down or rejected. But knowing me, I take that so hard. I was lucky enough that this shoe didn't drop
My Growth
Built - I saw another country, chilled on another beach, tried some new beers, had a few revelations. All in the name of my growth and maturity
Killed - I didn't figure out what I want to do with my life. Is it NYC or buying a condo in Toronto. Where do I want to plant my seeds? These were questions I thought I would answer or at least address in my 48 hours of flying and 3 weeks with nothing really to do. Yea didn't even think of them. FUCK
My money
Built - Come on you knew I would be thinking of money. I saved about $500 on car and social expenses by being away.
Killed - I spent $1,400... FUCK!!! thats $62 a day. But given I had to pay for all my meals, plus car rentals and hotel for our beach vacation its reasonable. Just fuck I budgeted $3,000 as a very conservative vacation budget. But $1,600 for a ticket ant $1,400 spending I was right no if not over. Sets my condo purchase plans back, just a tad
One Love
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Back from Australia
Yes yes y'all I'm back!
It would be honestly too hard to go through the entire 3 weeks in Australia so I will keep blogging as normal while taking random spots to jot down my thoughts on a certain night
I kinda made a super gay diary of my adventures so I will probably just copy and paste segments of it when I feel like it
I have all next week off so I will probably blog every day... Here's hoping
One Love
It would be honestly too hard to go through the entire 3 weeks in Australia so I will keep blogging as normal while taking random spots to jot down my thoughts on a certain night
I kinda made a super gay diary of my adventures so I will probably just copy and paste segments of it when I feel like it
I have all next week off so I will probably blog every day... Here's hoping
One Love
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Why do my titles disppear?
I have 2 topics I want to discuss
1) my perfect date
2) My undying hatred of unions within governments and municipalities
As much as I like ranting and raving, I also like being nostalgic and letting my hopeless romantic flag fly. But considering the Toronto strike has (almost)
ended I figured I would talk about item 2
If you want an idea of what the strike is about, the coles notes version is that other municipal unions (Police, firefighters… people who actually do work) received modest pay increases, while Local 416 and 79 (garbage men, babysitters… people who do bullshit work) are being told they need to make concessions given the new economic circumstances.
The big political issue – Banked sick days. The unions employees want to be able to bank up to 18 unused sick days per year up to 6 months and get that money as a lump sum when they retire.
Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?
Ok the first part is who gets 18 sick days a year? 365 days a year *5/7 work days = 260 work days per year.
Less about 8 days of stat holidays
Less maybe 15 days vacation
You are talking about 237 serious working days. 18/237 = 8%. So you expect to spend 8% of your working life sick? Really? Do you have NO white blood cells at all?!?! Does an immune system NOT exist in your body? Anyways the point isn’t the 8% but that’s really really fucking dumb
The point is sick days are given to you not as vacation but as you are seriously ill and we don’t want you to go through the torture of having to work sick (If I had a dollar for every fucking day I worked sick because I had a deadline to meet…) So that fact that you think they should be treated like you’re vacation days is just stupid. Nobody else gets to keep their sick days in perpetuity then get money for not using them so why should you? Also, consider the fact that many baby boomers will be retiring at the same time, and you want the municipalities (IE. the tax payers (IE ME)) to hand you a fat fucking cheque for 6 months pay because you were sick less then 8% of your working time?!?! The liability is estimated at $250m for the city. Like $250m for NO services provided, just a fat fucking retirement check for your fat fucking ass
Now on to the union itself…
1) You’re a government union. Therefore you do nothing and expect to be well compensated for it. You work your CBA negotiated hours, and nothing more, often less. You are a drain on society, you are a drain on my tax dollars, you are GROSSLY overpaid 95% of the time and you do shit all 85% of the time. I hate you, because I actually have to work hard (In my busy season – Oct to April I worked 55 hours a week… 11 hours a day) and you “work” 9-4 and get paid more then I do
2) Local 416 is made of paramedics, social housing workers, water and wastewater specialists, librarians and other library workers, gardeners, labourers, animal control officers, parking lot attendants. Look through that list, and tell me you couldn’t do any of their jobs RIGHT NOW. Ok maybe the water specialists, but reading those dials would take mayyybe a weeks worth of training. My point is I think we could actually survive in the city without your “essential” services (Except ambulance services). Listen. A fucking monkey can do what you do! You think you deserve $30 an hour to water a fucking garden and put away a library book?!?1 Are you serious?!?1 and I have to pay you $30/hour to do this?
3) Ok you want to strike and sit on your ass and be useless, then fine, whatever. But the fact that you setup picket lines along garbage drop off zones is just the most annoying point of all. I mean we are doing your job, IN OUR SPARE FUCKING TIME, which highlights how fucking easy your job is. But you can’t have that. You can’t have us proving that a fucking monkey can do your job because then nobody would notice you are on strike, further proving how useless you are and you would get your fat pay cheques you don’t deserve, or those bank sick day bonuses you don’t earn.
The fact of the matter is You do no work… You get great pay… I pay higher taxes.. To subsidize your “do no work” attitude…
So I say… Fuck you and the horse you ride in on. I hope the city absolutely crushes you and you get knocked down to the pay scale you deserve. Or we could hire some monkeys to do your job. We could pay them in bananas…
One Love
1) my perfect date
2) My undying hatred of unions within governments and municipalities
As much as I like ranting and raving, I also like being nostalgic and letting my hopeless romantic flag fly. But considering the Toronto strike has (almost)
ended I figured I would talk about item 2
If you want an idea of what the strike is about, the coles notes version is that other municipal unions (Police, firefighters… people who actually do work) received modest pay increases, while Local 416 and 79 (garbage men, babysitters… people who do bullshit work) are being told they need to make concessions given the new economic circumstances.
The big political issue – Banked sick days. The unions employees want to be able to bank up to 18 unused sick days per year up to 6 months and get that money as a lump sum when they retire.
Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?
Ok the first part is who gets 18 sick days a year? 365 days a year *5/7 work days = 260 work days per year.
Less about 8 days of stat holidays
Less maybe 15 days vacation
You are talking about 237 serious working days. 18/237 = 8%. So you expect to spend 8% of your working life sick? Really? Do you have NO white blood cells at all?!?! Does an immune system NOT exist in your body? Anyways the point isn’t the 8% but that’s really really fucking dumb
The point is sick days are given to you not as vacation but as you are seriously ill and we don’t want you to go through the torture of having to work sick (If I had a dollar for every fucking day I worked sick because I had a deadline to meet…) So that fact that you think they should be treated like you’re vacation days is just stupid. Nobody else gets to keep their sick days in perpetuity then get money for not using them so why should you? Also, consider the fact that many baby boomers will be retiring at the same time, and you want the municipalities (IE. the tax payers (IE ME)) to hand you a fat fucking cheque for 6 months pay because you were sick less then 8% of your working time?!?! The liability is estimated at $250m for the city. Like $250m for NO services provided, just a fat fucking retirement check for your fat fucking ass
Now on to the union itself…
1) You’re a government union. Therefore you do nothing and expect to be well compensated for it. You work your CBA negotiated hours, and nothing more, often less. You are a drain on society, you are a drain on my tax dollars, you are GROSSLY overpaid 95% of the time and you do shit all 85% of the time. I hate you, because I actually have to work hard (In my busy season – Oct to April I worked 55 hours a week… 11 hours a day) and you “work” 9-4 and get paid more then I do
2) Local 416 is made of paramedics, social housing workers, water and wastewater specialists, librarians and other library workers, gardeners, labourers, animal control officers, parking lot attendants. Look through that list, and tell me you couldn’t do any of their jobs RIGHT NOW. Ok maybe the water specialists, but reading those dials would take mayyybe a weeks worth of training. My point is I think we could actually survive in the city without your “essential” services (Except ambulance services). Listen. A fucking monkey can do what you do! You think you deserve $30 an hour to water a fucking garden and put away a library book?!?1 Are you serious?!?1 and I have to pay you $30/hour to do this?
3) Ok you want to strike and sit on your ass and be useless, then fine, whatever. But the fact that you setup picket lines along garbage drop off zones is just the most annoying point of all. I mean we are doing your job, IN OUR SPARE FUCKING TIME, which highlights how fucking easy your job is. But you can’t have that. You can’t have us proving that a fucking monkey can do your job because then nobody would notice you are on strike, further proving how useless you are and you would get your fat pay cheques you don’t deserve, or those bank sick day bonuses you don’t earn.
The fact of the matter is You do no work… You get great pay… I pay higher taxes.. To subsidize your “do no work” attitude…
So I say… Fuck you and the horse you ride in on. I hope the city absolutely crushes you and you get knocked down to the pay scale you deserve. Or we could hire some monkeys to do your job. We could pay them in bananas…
One Love
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Does it need to be long to be good?
The post... Does it need to be long to be a good post? For fuck sakes get your mind out of the gutter!!
I'm really not sure what to write in this post. I wanted to describe my best date, but its too long, and hard, and there was too much grunting... We played squash... honestly we did? seriously get your mind out of the gutter!!
Anyways I went to see my aunts on the weekend, which really really makes me say I don't want to grow old and feeble. I don't ever want to be a burden depend on my family for basic necessities to the point where them seeing me is a drag on them.
My 2 aunts are in their late 80's early 90's. My aunt Adele has dementia, so if you come near her she will bite at you, and kick you and generally try to hurt you. She shovels food in her mouth like its her last meal, she needs to wear a diaper, and she will not speak to you. This is very far from the aunt Adele I used to know. She used to spend time in the summer, and when I got home from work I would take her for a walk in the sun and she would tell me stories about when she lived in Arizona and LA and the parties she went to and the cars she drove and the people she met, just awesome hilarious stories... So its so sad to see her there
My aunt Julliet I haven't been as close with. She's in ok health and her mind is still there. But she's taking care of her sister and it's a massive drain on her health and sanity, so she's suffering; and it's sad
Anyways we went to see them and its just so sad. All aunt Adele does is bang on the table demanding food, aunt Julliet yells at her to shut up, my grandmother starts crying, the house smells like old urine, the radio is blaring 24/7 music from the 1930's, none of the clocks work, the lights are always off... its just a despicable way to live...
Which made me come to a few conclusions
- The minute I start to lose my mind I'm going for a little drive, alone at night... off a cliff
- Being old is a miserable existence. You get NOTHING good, everything bad
- I'm going to tell people all my most messed up experiences when I get old so at least my stories will be entertaining
- I will be super nice to everyone who takes the time to come see me and I will always try to do something they find fun.
- If I can't get a car I will have a 40 of Jack Daniels and I will chug and chug and chug...
How ominous...
I'm really not sure what to write in this post. I wanted to describe my best date, but its too long, and hard, and there was too much grunting... We played squash... honestly we did? seriously get your mind out of the gutter!!
Anyways I went to see my aunts on the weekend, which really really makes me say I don't want to grow old and feeble. I don't ever want to
My 2 aunts are in their late 80's early 90's. My aunt Adele has dementia, so if you come near her she will bite at you, and kick you and generally try to hurt you. She shovels food in her mouth like its her last meal, she needs to wear a diaper, and she will not speak to you. This is very far from the aunt Adele I used to know. She used to spend time in the summer, and when I got home from work I would take her for a walk in the sun and she would tell me stories about when she lived in Arizona and LA and the parties she went to and the cars she drove and the people she met, just awesome hilarious stories... So its so sad to see her there
My aunt Julliet I haven't been as close with. She's in ok health and her mind is still there. But she's taking care of her sister and it's a massive drain on her health and sanity, so she's suffering; and it's sad
Anyways we went to see them and its just so sad. All aunt Adele does is bang on the table demanding food, aunt Julliet yells at her to shut up, my grandmother starts crying, the house smells like old urine, the radio is blaring 24/7 music from the 1930's, none of the clocks work, the lights are always off... its just a despicable way to live...
Which made me come to a few conclusions
- The minute I start to lose my mind I'm going for a little drive, alone at night... off a cliff
- Being old is a miserable existence. You get NOTHING good, everything bad
- I'm going to tell people all my most messed up experiences when I get old so at least my stories will be entertaining
- I will be super nice to everyone who takes the time to come see me and I will always try to do something they find fun.
- If I can't get a car I will have a 40 of Jack Daniels and I will chug and chug and chug...
How ominous...
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thoughts of randomness
I don't really know what to say. I'm kinda in a confusing loop in terms of stuff, so I thought I would just say some things that come to mind. Also I'm stealing this from someone...
Things that are Awesome-O!
- Boxing: God I wish people would give up on UFC and go back to boxing. and I also wish the boxing regulatory boards would finally merge so you could have one unified group rather then millions of little boards that claim they are the true lords of boxing. It really is the sweet science. Oh God I swear if Pacquiao fights Mayweather I am going to cream my pants each and every round.
- The Beatles: Who would you rather be, the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? Fuck I would be the Beatles in a fucking heartbeat. The Stones were great... very very great. The Beatles were absolutely groundbreaking and the voice of a generation, perhaps the most important generation in the history of the world (fucking hippies, get a job!). I got to sit on the grass, close my eyes and listen to Sargent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band album and its fucking awesome! Like its so fucking cool you can close your eyes and imagine the lonely hearts club band + a circus act while they are performing. Just amazing...
- When you get home from a really though day, and your mom decided to get pizza and wings for dinner! Not only are pizza and wings the most delicious food on the history of the planet, they are the most awesome comfort foods on the planet. Do you know why men love pizza so much? It's simple childhood brainwashing. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was the greatest show of a young boys childhood. Like by far the most awesome show. and what did they eat on EVERY episode? Pizza! and that's why every young man loves pizza
- Top Gear: Season 13!! Top Gear is the greatest show ever made, ever... The ONLY problem with it is its only 6 episodes every season. So I've seen 3 episodes and I'm already half way through the season. Clarkson, May and Hammond combine driving super-cars, with british wit, a splash of spontaneity, and opinionated rants that most shows are afraid of because they don't want to rag on the companies that give them their cars to test for free. I mean this season, they raced from London to Scotland. May in a 1950's car, Hammond in a 1950's bike, and Clarkson in a 1950 coal train, shovelling coal!
- Seeing an ex-gf. I'm seeing Jenn next week. She's the ex I always want to impress. She's super chill, very girly and let's me know I CAN attract someone who isn't pure evil. So when I see her I'll be rocking the suit, with the shades and be absolutely cocky! awesome-o!
Things that are poo
- Girls... Why can't you just be honest with me? Why the games?!?! why? If only men looked like girls... I'd be totally gay... Hey you wanna play video games in bed all day?!?! ohh and eat pizza and wings?!?!
- Irish Managers: Every time they tell you to do something it always sounds like they are pissed off at you
That is all
One love!
Things that are Awesome-O!
- Boxing: God I wish people would give up on UFC and go back to boxing. and I also wish the boxing regulatory boards would finally merge so you could have one unified group rather then millions of little boards that claim they are the true lords of boxing. It really is the sweet science. Oh God I swear if Pacquiao fights Mayweather I am going to cream my pants each and every round.
- The Beatles: Who would you rather be, the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? Fuck I would be the Beatles in a fucking heartbeat. The Stones were great... very very great. The Beatles were absolutely groundbreaking and the voice of a generation, perhaps the most important generation in the history of the world (fucking hippies, get a job!). I got to sit on the grass, close my eyes and listen to Sargent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band album and its fucking awesome! Like its so fucking cool you can close your eyes and imagine the lonely hearts club band + a circus act while they are performing. Just amazing...
- When you get home from a really though day, and your mom decided to get pizza and wings for dinner! Not only are pizza and wings the most delicious food on the history of the planet, they are the most awesome comfort foods on the planet. Do you know why men love pizza so much? It's simple childhood brainwashing. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was the greatest show of a young boys childhood. Like by far the most awesome show. and what did they eat on EVERY episode? Pizza! and that's why every young man loves pizza
- Top Gear: Season 13!! Top Gear is the greatest show ever made, ever... The ONLY problem with it is its only 6 episodes every season. So I've seen 3 episodes and I'm already half way through the season. Clarkson, May and Hammond combine driving super-cars, with british wit, a splash of spontaneity, and opinionated rants that most shows are afraid of because they don't want to rag on the companies that give them their cars to test for free. I mean this season, they raced from London to Scotland. May in a 1950's car, Hammond in a 1950's bike, and Clarkson in a 1950 coal train, shovelling coal!
- Seeing an ex-gf. I'm seeing Jenn next week. She's the ex I always want to impress. She's super chill, very girly and let's me know I CAN attract someone who isn't pure evil. So when I see her I'll be rocking the suit, with the shades and be absolutely cocky! awesome-o!
Things that are poo
- Girls... Why can't you just be honest with me? Why the games?!?! why? If only men looked like girls... I'd be totally gay... Hey you wanna play video games in bed all day?!?! ohh and eat pizza and wings?!?!
- Irish Managers: Every time they tell you to do something it always sounds like they are pissed off at you
That is all
One love!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
My perfect summer
2 Summers ago I had the greated summer I would ever have. No summer in my life will ever top this summer. I will break down a hypothetical week after I explain who, where, and why
Where Kingston, On. Kingston was the perfecet location. Queens campus is beautiful, it was sunny all the time; our house was a 8 bedroom house with 3 of them actually being used. I had a gym membership at Queens and the gym was empty. There are tons of hills to longboard down, downtown was so close to my house and the outskirts of the city were historical
Who
Dave - Dave was always my good friend, but we hung out all the time together in Kingston. We always have one person in our group who ruins a fun experience. With just me and him nobody brings drama, nobody is annoying
Baumer - The party/class clown all summer. First one to get drunk, always made stupid decisions, always regretted them the next morning when we went for coffee
Della - Della is to Baumer what I am to Dave. Just the chill friend who doesn't cause drama
Kathleen - My beautiful girlfriend/ summer romance or whatever you want to call it. She was smart, beautiful, insane amounts of fun, made me think of the world a little bit differently, and constantly challenged me, which is EXACTLY what I need.
Why - I was there to take extra courses to get me ready for my exams. As it turns out I was there to party my ass off before I started working full-time
- Tuesday nights were $2 tall boys of old Milwaukee. Now that beer is literally pee from Milwaukee people but its 2 bucks! We drank like crazy there, got silly drunk and danced all night. One time we took a shot at the bar, and Dave literally vomited on the bar 1 second after he took the shot.
- After a hard night of drinking I would get up at like 11pm hung the fuck over, stumble into Dave's room and be like "Daave I'm gonna go get Wendys do you want anything" to which dave would stick his head out of bed and smile and be like "Spicy chicken sandwich" and I'd go grab his lunch and mine, stumble on my chair and watch arrested development eating delicious Wendys. Yummm now I'm hungry
- We'd probably go golfing in the afternoon, chilling under the beautiful sun with no responsibilities and not a care in the world. I still remember those days, sun is shining on my face, I'm in the middle of the green on a Wednesday afternoon with my 2-3 good friends, who cares if this shot sucks my life is awesome!
- Wednesday nights were beach slam!!!! Beach slam was fucking awesome it was a themed party at Stages, and was always full of mischef. Cheap drinks, "banana" eating contests, 30 seconds in the closet game. I met so many hilarious people, made a fool out of my self often and always had a great laugh the next day. Sometimes after I would meet Kathleen at her place (she would be out with her friends at another bar). I remember waking up next to her, hung over but with a smile. I had the most beautiful girl in the world sleeping next to me. Shes amazing, she looks so good and I have her!
- Dates with Kathleen were just awesome. Our first date we went to a restaurant, chatted, grabbed some dinner and then ice cream. We walked along the waterfront eating ice cream her telling me about the history of Kingston. We stopped at the edge of the dock, under the moonlight with our feet in the water and stared at the stars. I kissed her right there under the moonlight. It was an electric kiss. I was happy to get many many more from her throughout the summer.
- Friday nights at Elixer was awesome! Cheap drinks, huge dance floor, big outdoor patio. We partied every night there until the bar closed at 2. Then we would go to Pizza pizza and stuff our faces, head home and watch TV while scarfing pizza
- Softball nights. We had a softball team and everytime there was a game Kathleen and I would come up with excuses on why we couldn't go and met up. It was our weekly tradition
- Watching Baumer make horrible mistakes night in night out is hilarious. Watching him pick up some of the ugliest chicks you have ever seen, then text us the next morning being like OH MY GOD, why did you let me do this?! He used to drop his pants and dance in his boxers on the dance floor. He has his dance move called the "jail cell" dude was hilarious
To recap - Drinking, golf, eating great food, hilarious conversation, beautiful inspiring girlfriend
Where Kingston, On. Kingston was the perfecet location. Queens campus is beautiful, it was sunny all the time; our house was a 8 bedroom house with 3 of them actually being used. I had a gym membership at Queens and the gym was empty. There are tons of hills to longboard down, downtown was so close to my house and the outskirts of the city were historical
Who
Dave - Dave was always my good friend, but we hung out all the time together in Kingston. We always have one person in our group who ruins a fun experience. With just me and him nobody brings drama, nobody is annoying
Baumer - The party/class clown all summer. First one to get drunk, always made stupid decisions, always regretted them the next morning when we went for coffee
Della - Della is to Baumer what I am to Dave. Just the chill friend who doesn't cause drama
Kathleen - My beautiful girlfriend/ summer romance or whatever you want to call it. She was smart, beautiful, insane amounts of fun, made me think of the world a little bit differently, and constantly challenged me, which is EXACTLY what I need.
Why - I was there to take extra courses to get me ready for my exams. As it turns out I was there to party my ass off before I started working full-time
- Tuesday nights were $2 tall boys of old Milwaukee. Now that beer is literally pee from Milwaukee people but its 2 bucks! We drank like crazy there, got silly drunk and danced all night. One time we took a shot at the bar, and Dave literally vomited on the bar 1 second after he took the shot.
- After a hard night of drinking I would get up at like 11pm hung the fuck over, stumble into Dave's room and be like "Daave I'm gonna go get Wendys do you want anything" to which dave would stick his head out of bed and smile and be like "Spicy chicken sandwich" and I'd go grab his lunch and mine, stumble on my chair and watch arrested development eating delicious Wendys. Yummm now I'm hungry
- We'd probably go golfing in the afternoon, chilling under the beautiful sun with no responsibilities and not a care in the world. I still remember those days, sun is shining on my face, I'm in the middle of the green on a Wednesday afternoon with my 2-3 good friends, who cares if this shot sucks my life is awesome!
- Wednesday nights were beach slam!!!! Beach slam was fucking awesome it was a themed party at Stages, and was always full of mischef. Cheap drinks, "banana" eating contests, 30 seconds in the closet game. I met so many hilarious people, made a fool out of my self often and always had a great laugh the next day. Sometimes after I would meet Kathleen at her place (she would be out with her friends at another bar). I remember waking up next to her, hung over but with a smile. I had the most beautiful girl in the world sleeping next to me. Shes amazing, she looks so good and I have her!
- Dates with Kathleen were just awesome. Our first date we went to a restaurant, chatted, grabbed some dinner and then ice cream. We walked along the waterfront eating ice cream her telling me about the history of Kingston. We stopped at the edge of the dock, under the moonlight with our feet in the water and stared at the stars. I kissed her right there under the moonlight. It was an electric kiss. I was happy to get many many more from her throughout the summer.
- Friday nights at Elixer was awesome! Cheap drinks, huge dance floor, big outdoor patio. We partied every night there until the bar closed at 2. Then we would go to Pizza pizza and stuff our faces, head home and watch TV while scarfing pizza
- Softball nights. We had a softball team and everytime there was a game Kathleen and I would come up with excuses on why we couldn't go and met up. It was our weekly tradition
- Watching Baumer make horrible mistakes night in night out is hilarious. Watching him pick up some of the ugliest chicks you have ever seen, then text us the next morning being like OH MY GOD, why did you let me do this?! He used to drop his pants and dance in his boxers on the dance floor. He has his dance move called the "jail cell" dude was hilarious
To recap - Drinking, golf, eating great food, hilarious conversation, beautiful inspiring girlfriend
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