Sunday, July 2, 2006

Take me away
You know that feeling of uncontrollable happiness you feel when you're the first kid to get ice cream from the ice cream man?

Multiply it by 74 and that's how I feel right now.

First off, let's toast my sis, who just graduated from high school. I'm quite happy for her. She had her prom last Friday. I was supposed to go to that one with Pixie but I didn't. The night turned out kinda neat anyway.

I was set out on a mission to supply some drinks for the after party. I was downtown at the time and liquor stores were nearing closing time so I couldn't rush down to my local one near home. I went to the Chinatown one. Since I was without wheels, I had to lug several liters of alcoholic beverages home with me to wait until sis gave me a call.

When she arrived at the hotel in her limo with her crew (four girl and one guy), I put on me hat and set out on my horse.

Before leaving, I separated the bottles and took some out of their boxes and packed them into two briefcases. I also shoved newspaper in the spaces so they wouldn't make those clinky bottle noises. I packed up several shot glasses too and went on my way.

It was kinda like a movie setting. I don't know what kind of movie but it felt cool anyway. I waited for the limo in the parking lot and when they arrived, I made my move into the lobby. They spent some time standing outside taking pics in their pretty prom dresses and when they went inside, they were greeted by a somewhat suspicious looking cowboy. *laughs*

I escorted them upstairs to their room and once I was in, I quickly set up my bar.

After serving a few shots and drinking twice as many myself, several male guests arrived. I knew them and they're all good kids so I had little to worry about. I served about 30 shots and several drinks all around to the prom-goers before leaving. A guy who I call "my son" doesn't drink so I assigned him to keep an eye on the partiers.

Before leaving, a girl and several lightweight guys called me "The Devil" for serving them "devil's juice". Heh. Dirty thought. Anyway, they were cute lying there on the floor all red and trembling...

On my way out, I warned them that if they did anything stupid, they should document it. Under my breath, I muttered "So I know how many time to stab you..."

Yes yes... My sis was there and I got all big-brotherly and worried a bit. But I knew shit wouldn't happen. Everyone there knew it too.. They wouldn't do anything to get me riled up. Because I'm the devil.


The aftermath was cute. Sis called me at 3pm the next day and said her friends didn't wanna wake up. Good times..


Her grad ceremony was pretty cool too. She was all emotional getting ready for it because it signified "the end" and whatnot. I kept spewing sappy taglings like "nahh, it's just the beginning." to keep her from tearing up.

My family, relatives and such had our own little corner in the back of the auditorium place. We were getting all revved up to cheer for Jessie. The names up until the M's got a few good cheers. Some from rowdy friends at the back. And when it was Jessie's turn, everyone roared. No joke. We roared like lions and shit. I almost fired off bombard cannons for her. Yush, we loves her.

The reception was a blast because I got to see some old friends again. Most of them were there for their younger siblings like me. Others... I have no idea what they were there for. I also had a chance to chat with some former teachers. It was great to see them again. Most of them didn't recognize me because of my suit, my hair and my glasses. Heh.

The picture taking took very long. Eventually, sis left with friends to party it up while I went to a Chinese restaurant to fill myself with seafood and noodles.

Ah jeez... It's 4:26am and I have to be up in 2 hours. Fortunately, I'm not sleeping. Let's continue, shall we?

The next day, I think we went out to celebrate Mr. Rhythm Guitarist's birthday. Yeah. We did. My memory is rule. We went to an all-you-can-eat sushi place and I ate until I died. Seriously. I had about 8 lbs of white tuna alone. It was so fucking good. And yeah, I'm getting hungry typing this. We ended the night with bubble tea. I'm running out of time so I'll stop with that.

Before doing so, let's have another round of applause for little sis. Like she really needs it. Heh. She's been having too good of a week. Prom, grad, a new laptop (which the family bought for her a while ago) AND to top it all off...

A Canada Day concert featuring Hot Hot Heat, KEANE and OUR LADY PEACE!!!!


Yush. I missed out but I have my reasons. Don't worry 'bout me.

[Edit: Sis bought me a sweet white OLP zip-up hoodie and had a wonderful time with Pixie. We had Tim H's on the way home. Pixie still rocks my world. Picture of hoodie to come soon.]

But anyway, little sis is havin' an awesome time these days and I'm totally happy for her.


And now onto the main bit of this post.




I'm goin' to the beeeeeeeeach!

Yup. the annual trip to the cottage is early this time 'round. I'm quite excited. This is why I have to leave at 6:30am.

So most of you already know I can't swim. So I'm happy to say I won't be in the water for another year in a row. Instead, I will be lying on the sand, soaking up the sun OR making one of these:


Yes. I make sandcastles. It's quite losery, I know but for someone who's deathly afraid of the deep waters, I'm fuckin' proud.. So lay off! *laughs* Okay okay. I'm kidding. Come back.

Aside from lying still and relaxing, it’s pretty much all I did on the beach last year. I plan to do the same this year too. I’m also going to laze about near the campfire, cook big random meals, do some go-karting at this track run by two Shaggy’s from Scoobie Doo and just relax my life away. Ahh… I can’t wait to get there!


And since it was Canada Day yesterday, here's another shot of last years model:



I love this pic. Mm... the dork is just radiating off me now, isn't it? I’m a Canadian dork, though. We rock.



So anyway, I'll be away for a week... Unless I can steal a wireless connection while down there but I doubt it. Prepare for an extra tender post for when I get back. This year, I've got my laptop to jot down daily entries so no more scribblies for me!


Before I end this terribly rushed post, I wanna show you something.

I found my old fishing hat which I used to wear as a kid back in the day. I've had it for years and it's been awhile since I've worn it. I won't be fishing this year but after trying it on, I noticed something....



Those of you familiar with BECK: Mongorian Chop Squad might find this amusing. the rest will think I'm retarded...



"Beck! Come here..."



See you in a week!



Cheers.

- enin -
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