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A weeks have passed and I have yet to post a blog. I'd like to say that I was sorry, but, I'm not. I was just too busy and tired to report about my boring so-called life.
Last Week:
All of last week was kinda weird for me. I believe I drank almost every bloody day last week. Granted it was the week of St. Partick's Day, but, man did I consume a lot of alcohol. I believe Thursday was the only day I did not drink any alcoholic beverage. Although, I spent most of that day asleep.
As Saturday rolled around, it was time for my friend Brian's birthday party. Since he lived over in the Steveston/London school district, it was time for Karl to leave the ghetto of East Van and return to the land of his childhood. I arrived late because that was the only time I could get a ride over to party central.
Since I had eaten very little that day, I was worried that I needed to pick up some dinner en route to the party. However, I was informed that there was Filipino Spaghetti* on the premises.
*Note:
- Filipino Spaghetti is a bit different from regular spaghetti bolognese that most North Americans are used to.
First, the sauce and the pasta noodles are mixed together. Okay, that's pretty normal. But, this pasta concoction
is very greasy and due to the type of seasoning and perhaps the addition of sugar, it has a sweet taste.
Furthermore, another staple of this dish is the addition of hotdogs. Yes. Hotdogs. Whether it is minced, diced, or
just sliced into small portions, the addition of hotdogs is key. It just wouldn't be Filipino Spaghetti without it.
So when I heard that, I was like, "Oh yeah!!!"
So I arrived. I greeted my buds and congratulated the already intoxicated birthday boy. We hang out. We drink. We talk a bit. We drink some more. We wait for more arrivals. We drink again. Finally, we start playing our drinking games.
The first game was this card game where every card is assigned a certain task (eg. Restroom pass [in this game, which can take a while depending on the shuffle, going to the toilet can be vital], assigning who has to drink, mandatory drinks, reverse, etc). There's a community cup. Whenever someone draws a king, that person gets to fill the cup with whatever ungodly liquid that person wants. The game ends whenever the last king is drawn. That pitiful soul has to consume the contents of the community cup.
Next we played "Ping, Pang, Pong". The point here is that we go in a clockwise direction. The first person says "ping". The second person (whomever is on the immediate left of the person saying "ping") then says "pang". The third person (whomever is on the immediate left of the person saying "pang") then says "pong". However, as the third person pronounces "pong", that person has to point to another participant simultaneously. The participant that was pointed at then has to say "ping". And then the game continues as before. I you mess up in any way shape or form, you drink. The more you flub, the more you drink. The game ends when everyone has bowed out of the game except for one. So basically, this is an endurance game. Prior to this evening, the last 2 were Rich and I. We're both around 6ft. 2in. I also weigh over 200lbs, while Rich is an Italian-Aussie hybrid. So on a good night, we tend to still be functional while the others have varying degrees of problems. However, the just ended for some reason.
I'm not sure, but, I think my week's worth of drinking upped my tolerance of alcohol. By the end of the night/morning I was still nursing a beer or two.
Also, Brian made a birthday request to play soccer the following Sunday. Our team, DSBH, decided that we wanted to take a break from soccer after our 2nd round play-off loss to The Islanders. But, we nixed this plan as per Brian's request.
Sunday arrives. I bust my ass to MASS to get to the ACF Poster Party. I along with Team BUCH/Law/Brock (Matt, Natasha, & Da Payne) made mince meat of those buildings as we spread the good word of Arts County Fair. Afterwards, I rode along with Ryan and Liane in the Liane-mobile set up some billboards along the islands of the northern routes towards UBC.
Once ACF Poster Party duties were over I rode the 41 Joyce Stn. bus. Gerald was feeling a little nostalgic for his East Van roots and came along for the ride. I phoned my Dave to see how the game was going since I was late. He then informed me that there was no soccer game since everyone was way too hungover and due to the fact Brian could not move. Gerald did his shocked expression. Then we ventured into the depths of East Van.
I arrived home. As soon as the computer was free I spent the remainder of the evening making 3 cds for the ACF Booth.
1) ACF Monday Music
2) ACF Beach Booth Music: Classic Edition
3) ACF Beach Booth Music: Contemporary Edition
I only had an hour's worth of sleep.
This Week So Far:
Monday:
Got to school early. Adorned a Hawaiian shirt and some shades. Set up the ACF booth. Worked the booth. Went to AUS Council meeting. Voted and whatnot. Worked the ACF booth some more. Got flashed. Went to the final French Exec meeting. Got to eat cake.
Tuesday:
Talked to Canadian Springs. Went to my ACF Safety & General meetings. Got another "Sarah's Special Favour". Cool. Killed time in MASS with Naf before our "Graduating Student Leaders" event.
While at Cecil Green College for the event, we (Naf and I) helped ourselves to the desert buffet. There was a non-stop supply of cheesecake. So I was pleased.
There was a also a few brief remarks informing us about the future UBC Alumni events to look forward to. I asked Cat if I should stifle my laughter if they ask for money. She had a giggle.
Then it was time for the Murder Mystery game. Basically, a live action game of "Clue" where we were divided into teams. We were Team Purple (Arts represent!). We originally consisted of Naf, Karen, Kat, Pat, and I. We were then informed that Pat was assigned as one of the murder suspects. So we got a replacement. We gave a valiant effort, but, we lost to Kristin's team. This marks my second straight defeat to her (I lost via Big 2 the week prior). She's pretty much broken my will and I've never been the same.
After the event ended I went with Kristin and Cat to "Lou's" to meet up with Lana and friends to drink. I had to be different from the group and got a Heineken. Everyone else started with caesar.
Spencer, Graham, a brief sighting of Vanessa, and Jill showed up.
3 Heinekens later, it was off to some trendy martini place. I drank a mocha martini. The parted ways.
Took the bus home. My route consisted of taking the #17 to Granville. Then took the #9 to Commercial. Then it was my old friend the #22. Or as some may refer it to, "The Freak 22". This is due to the freaks and characters that tend to frequent this particular bus route. Needless to say, the #22 never fails to disappoint. There was a rather angry drunk woman on the bus. It looked like she may become violent. So the driver stopped at Kingsway and awaited for a supervisor to deal with her. Once she was off, we went our merry way. I got off at 41st Ave, walked home, and promptly passed out.
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Hmmm . . . passing out seems good right about now.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
A weeks have passed and I have yet to post a blog. I'd like to say that I was sorry, but, I'm not. I was just too busy and tired to report about my boring so-called life.
Last Week:
All of last week was kinda weird for me. I believe I drank almost every bloody day last week. Granted it was the week of St. Partick's Day, but, man did I consume a lot of alcohol. I believe Thursday was the only day I did not drink any alcoholic beverage. Although, I spent most of that day asleep.
As Saturday rolled around, it was time for my friend Brian's birthday party. Since he lived over in the Steveston/London school district, it was time for Karl to leave the ghetto of East Van and return to the land of his childhood. I arrived late because that was the only time I could get a ride over to party central.
Since I had eaten very little that day, I was worried that I needed to pick up some dinner en route to the party. However, I was informed that there was Filipino Spaghetti* on the premises.
*Note:
- Filipino Spaghetti is a bit different from regular spaghetti bolognese that most North Americans are used to.
First, the sauce and the pasta noodles are mixed together. Okay, that's pretty normal. But, this pasta concoction
is very greasy and due to the type of seasoning and perhaps the addition of sugar, it has a sweet taste.
Furthermore, another staple of this dish is the addition of hotdogs. Yes. Hotdogs. Whether it is minced, diced, or
just sliced into small portions, the addition of hotdogs is key. It just wouldn't be Filipino Spaghetti without it.
So when I heard that, I was like, "Oh yeah!!!"
So I arrived. I greeted my buds and congratulated the already intoxicated birthday boy. We hang out. We drink. We talk a bit. We drink some more. We wait for more arrivals. We drink again. Finally, we start playing our drinking games.
The first game was this card game where every card is assigned a certain task (eg. Restroom pass [in this game, which can take a while depending on the shuffle, going to the toilet can be vital], assigning who has to drink, mandatory drinks, reverse, etc). There's a community cup. Whenever someone draws a king, that person gets to fill the cup with whatever ungodly liquid that person wants. The game ends whenever the last king is drawn. That pitiful soul has to consume the contents of the community cup.
Next we played "Ping, Pang, Pong". The point here is that we go in a clockwise direction. The first person says "ping". The second person (whomever is on the immediate left of the person saying "ping") then says "pang". The third person (whomever is on the immediate left of the person saying "pang") then says "pong". However, as the third person pronounces "pong", that person has to point to another participant simultaneously. The participant that was pointed at then has to say "ping". And then the game continues as before. I you mess up in any way shape or form, you drink. The more you flub, the more you drink. The game ends when everyone has bowed out of the game except for one. So basically, this is an endurance game. Prior to this evening, the last 2 were Rich and I. We're both around 6ft. 2in. I also weigh over 200lbs, while Rich is an Italian-Aussie hybrid. So on a good night, we tend to still be functional while the others have varying degrees of problems. However, the just ended for some reason.
I'm not sure, but, I think my week's worth of drinking upped my tolerance of alcohol. By the end of the night/morning I was still nursing a beer or two.
Also, Brian made a birthday request to play soccer the following Sunday. Our team, DSBH, decided that we wanted to take a break from soccer after our 2nd round play-off loss to The Islanders. But, we nixed this plan as per Brian's request.
Sunday arrives. I bust my ass to MASS to get to the ACF Poster Party. I along with Team BUCH/Law/Brock (Matt, Natasha, & Da Payne) made mince meat of those buildings as we spread the good word of Arts County Fair. Afterwards, I rode along with Ryan and Liane in the Liane-mobile set up some billboards along the islands of the northern routes towards UBC.
Once ACF Poster Party duties were over I rode the 41 Joyce Stn. bus. Gerald was feeling a little nostalgic for his East Van roots and came along for the ride. I phoned my Dave to see how the game was going since I was late. He then informed me that there was no soccer game since everyone was way too hungover and due to the fact Brian could not move. Gerald did his shocked expression. Then we ventured into the depths of East Van.
I arrived home. As soon as the computer was free I spent the remainder of the evening making 3 cds for the ACF Booth.
1) ACF Monday Music
2) ACF Beach Booth Music: Classic Edition
3) ACF Beach Booth Music: Contemporary Edition
I only had an hour's worth of sleep.
This Week So Far:
Monday:
Got to school early. Adorned a Hawaiian shirt and some shades. Set up the ACF booth. Worked the booth. Went to AUS Council meeting. Voted and whatnot. Worked the ACF booth some more. Got flashed. Went to the final French Exec meeting. Got to eat cake.
Tuesday:
Talked to Canadian Springs. Went to my ACF Safety & General meetings. Got another "Sarah's Special Favour". Cool. Killed time in MASS with Naf before our "Graduating Student Leaders" event.
While at Cecil Green College for the event, we (Naf and I) helped ourselves to the desert buffet. There was a non-stop supply of cheesecake. So I was pleased.
There was a also a few brief remarks informing us about the future UBC Alumni events to look forward to. I asked Cat if I should stifle my laughter if they ask for money. She had a giggle.
Then it was time for the Murder Mystery game. Basically, a live action game of "Clue" where we were divided into teams. We were Team Purple (Arts represent!). We originally consisted of Naf, Karen, Kat, Pat, and I. We were then informed that Pat was assigned as one of the murder suspects. So we got a replacement. We gave a valiant effort, but, we lost to Kristin's team. This marks my second straight defeat to her (I lost via Big 2 the week prior). She's pretty much broken my will and I've never been the same.
After the event ended I went with Kristin and Cat to "Lou's" to meet up with Lana and friends to drink. I had to be different from the group and got a Heineken. Everyone else started with caesar.
Spencer, Graham, a brief sighting of Vanessa, and Jill showed up.
3 Heinekens later, it was off to some trendy martini place. I drank a mocha martini. The parted ways.
Took the bus home. My route consisted of taking the #17 to Granville. Then took the #9 to Commercial. Then it was my old friend the #22. Or as some may refer it to, "The Freak 22". This is due to the freaks and characters that tend to frequent this particular bus route. Needless to say, the #22 never fails to disappoint. There was a rather angry drunk woman on the bus. It looked like she may become violent. So the driver stopped at Kingsway and awaited for a supervisor to deal with her. Once she was off, we went our merry way. I got off at 41st Ave, walked home, and promptly passed out.
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Hmmm . . . passing out seems good right about now.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
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