Seattle Day

A crew of 10 of us went to surprise Eric in the morning with a road trip to Seattle to watch the Supersonics play against Allen Iverson and a bunch of CBA Players. On the drive down, I got an unexpected arm workout when I had to hold up Morris’ iTriping iPod so that we could optimize to the clearest signal. I think it was at its best when I pretended I was a little teapot, short and stout… At any rate, Seattle trips are a must. It’s a pretty cool town. They got the Fox Sports Grill for starters; only the most happiest place ever, next to the ‘It’s a Small World’ ride in Disneyland and the Crazy Horse Too in Las Vegas. Our stay there though was a little compromised by the nba game we kinda intended to make an appearance at, so duration at Fox Sports Grill only lasted two beers. The Sonics lost the game by the way, victimized by a blurred vision of The Answer scoring weaving and getting good looks at will. But who cares, I got my vintage yellow Ridnour #8 Jersey, which is cash money.

Stayed overnight, and after some searching, we actually found something kewl to do on a random Tuesday; we made our way to a Drum and Bass nite at some bar across the I-5. Live Drum and Bass; it was a pretty hip joint, refreshing, even though there was smoking in the bar, and lots of gay guys.

Post Boxing Day

Marty 'Dancing with Fat Chick Denial' Prediction: Check. Its like predicting the sun will rise, or that Mary-Kate Olsen will eat, and then throw up.

Boxing Day

I hate boxing day craziness, I am not a big fan of shopping on boxing day. Despite my trepidation, I ended up buying myself a crazy expensive, too-ashamed-to-mention-how-much, jacket. It’s a Orage Jacket though… which is cash-money in itself. And there is no one who can pull off brown like me. And as per my custom, I went into the shower with my new Goretex (or similar) jacket on. It has to be done, I do this everytime I buy a new waterproof/breathable jacket, been doing it since I was 12 and received my first Green White and Red Farwest; it never fails to provide a huge sense of satisfaction.

And tonight, when we go out to Tonic, I predict that Marty will get loaded and go out and dance with ugly fat women, and then pretend the next day that he was too drunk to remember, as a defence mechanism.

Christmas Day

Heres my haul: I Got an iTrip, the Star Wars Trilogy and a sweet Tie (I never thought I would use the words ‘sweet’ and ‘tie’ in the same sentence). Also got a pair of toe socks, with the letters L E F T & R I G H T written on each top appendage. (How cool is that?) The best gift I got though was from my Aunt, who gave me a Scratch and Win Lottery Ticket.. ALREADY SCRATCHED, a $2 winner no less. Um, thank you? She has a good heart, and I guess, in some ways, its better than getting a twoonie.

Christmas Eve

Today was a very good day. Exciting in a gleeful sense. Butterflies. Goosebumps. Just like that. That’s it. Colon. Capital D.

Birthday

I turned 20 today. (cough) (cough) It’s a big day. A new decade. Which means… 30 is just around the corner. What a terrible notion. Perish the thought.

Last night, I celebrated in divine style. Eric and Marty took me out to Tojo's, quite possibly one of the best eating experiences ever, Sushi or otherwise. This was worth the equivalent of 100 buffets at Uncle Willys. And who ever knew buying the GOOD saki would be such a difference maker; not even once did we make the "soured wrinkle, I just drank battery acid" face. Yet another unaffordable and unnecessary luxury in life that I now cannot do without. First natural real fruit jelly bears... now this.

Way Home

Location: JFK Airport, Terminal 7, Gate 8… awaiting flight AC549, departing 7:45.

Its very early in the morning and stupid Duty Free shop is not open yet, it opens at 7 AM. The duty free people have no appreciation for those with early flight. Im okay, I could make it to duty free, luckily since I have a 7:15 check-in. I got a 15 minute shopping spree. But people before that? Truly screwed, in the Christmas season no less. You feel sorry for them, much like you feel sorry for those with ugly or old awful looking luggage (Don’t people know that luggage are the new shoes? Gotta have sweet luggage. That blue leather beatup 36” case with no wheels that your father first used when HE went to college does not cut it kid. Nor the canvas duffel bag. And sorry babe, I recognize that cheap shit from Walmart too, honey. Get with the program) Well, Im still waiting, and I repeat to myself my mantra of the moment: oooooooooopen.. oooooooopen.. oooooooopen...

At least I have my unconditional companion with me, iPod. I have lots of iPod brothers and sisters at JFK Terminal 7 this morning too… its pretty interesting, quite the phenomenon. Anytime you see someone with the trademark white ear buds, anyone, could be the brotha with the full clad Roco / Sean John winter essemble, could be a 7 year old girl with a Spongebob Squarepants backpack, could be grandma knitting away at a new sweater, you acknowledge each other and give them the 1/4 sec look, the slight smile or the eyebrow/forehead mini nod. Its recognition. We are part of an exclusive club, much like how gmail used to be before they started throwing out mass invites as if they were R. Kelly at recess.

Anyways to pass time while waiting, apart from the iPod, I have the airport itself, which is inherently amusing, also. Its unintentional comedy at its best. Ever watch that reality TV show, Airport? Its just like that, but live; it’s the best ever. Just try this, for 30 minutes, watch people when they go through security gates at an American Airport. Youd be surprise how many people still bring on swiss army knives, and other deadily weapons like toe clippers and nail files. Found in the bag? The expressions on peoples faces are priceless, like as if a baggie of coke or a Smith and Wesson was just pulled from their hand-carry. When that happens, in the authorities eyes, suddenly you are labelled Akhmed Moujibar from Yemen… and treated brutally as so. Hilarity ensues when said Akhmen is actually Aunt Mary, contentious and argumentative lady, late for her departure. This actually just happened, 30 minutes ago. Aunt Mary was a cussing terrier, which didn’t help her situation at all. Some people are just so stupid, and you know I like laughing at stupid unlucky people. Especially when they are wearing ill advised Ugs.

Okay enough typing… Duty Free is opening now…

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Hi.

Im drunk again.

Gretzkkky!!!

So Im going to keeep this quick.. this time though... especially since IIm only really reaaly reaaly buzzed this time.. thats all... I have control. I love business dinners, especially the kinds wher the boss pays and you can ordre whatever you wants in the hwole menue... and plus even better pretty girls sit behind you, and you dont care cuz your drunk anyways and so is your boss and collegues, so they try to embarass the one single guy at the tabllee... i tell you the best ever... more than I love wine ... whine is the bestest too... i love wine... it is so good..no wonder they give it away at weddings...wooohhooo.. house red wine...

announcing im coming home..
dec 18 10 ish in the morning .. someone pickme up please.. .I dont want to take the bus ya know... stpuid bus. I got big luggages with lots of gifts.. like sanata... sodont let me take the bus... you... picke me up... you better... Auir Canda flight from NY... if its delayed.. dont worry just wait for mee... ill come evenutally... go to the elephant and casltye and drink beer or someting..

Okay..?

tanks...

PS... MJ forced me tow write this so next time you see her... punch her in the arm... or pinch... korot styles... tahanks!! bybye... and then point and her and say... "thats what you get"!

ahhhh... I need too-big... water....

Christmas Lists

Its a bit late, but here is my Christmas List.

-Vancouver Grizzlies T Shirt
-Abercrombie Large Calamity Pond Denim Jacket – Medium Destroyed Fade
-New Balance Ankle Socks
-Those lamps with the oil that drips down the strings to make it look like its raining
-Tigger with voice activated bouncing action
-Manilla Gorilla T-Shirt from Urban Outfitters
-Prozac or similar medication to curb my Social Anxiety Disorder
-Guitar Lessons, from Nuno
-Victorinox Luggage
-Baghdad Snow Globe
-iPod Socks
-iTrip for iPod
-Rachel Stevens Poster
-Framing gift certificate to frame my Poster
-The Weapons of Moroland
-City of God DVD
-Andre Kirilenko Jersey
-Nike Dry-Fit Socks
-Spa and Massage Gift Certificates
-Ben Sherman Cotton Boxers, M
-Banana Republic Black Wool Sweater, thin style-like, L
-Lord of the Rings Triology DVD Set - Extended Edition
-Audi A3
-Garden State DVD
-Burton Custom 158 Snowboard
-Multistop ticket to Australia/Asian
-Dry Fit or similar technology Long Sleeves, L. Must be kewl looking, and not tight fitting.
-Helly Hansen Santo Jacket, Black
-Employment at Artizia Robson Street, change room attendant
-Loaded Boots, like the Iron Sheik
-To be taken out to Tojos while I am in Vancouver
-Feather Boa, Pink and Black
-Hugs and Kisses, if you’re cheap ass or insanely gorgeous (girl only).

Bruxelles

I started playing a new game whenever Im in a foreign country where I dont know the language. I try and see how long I can go without having to resort to English. Last weekend, I lasted 2 hours in Brussels. And 40 minutes of that was the bus ride from the airport to the train station. Before you mock, please consider that my Grade 11 French skills have agressively deteriated... and my vocabulary is limited to "non", "oui", "bonjour", "s'il vous plait" et "Frere Jacque ah, dormez-vous?" At any rate, youd be surprised by what you can get away with by smiling and nodding in silence... they pass you off as being retarded. "Merci!"

And if this can get you Belgium truffles, sidewalk gaufres avec creme, frites et moules, and a sweet new Puma dry fit shirt ... then you win anyways.

Ne sois pas timide.

BS

Don’t forget to go out for drinks tonight. Its Britney Federline’s birthday. B. has dropped down more than a few in my rankings; Im not feeling her as much as I use to, but still she’ll be around, hangin around, hangin around, couldn’t possibly go away and disappear. Im thinking Kevin, her hubby must be grinning ear to ear right at this moment… like I would constantly feel like a million bucks too if I just scooped JT’s ex, the most sought-after girl in the world, and convinced her someway, somehow, beyond anything remotely rational or holy, that my pre-existing baggage of two kids and no career prospects is an attractive package to be with. It would be a constant state of glee, like Shaq after keying Kobe’s Ferrari.

Happy Birthday, B.