Weekend That Was
Karl's Blog. Stardate Blah Blah Blah,
Had a decent weekend thus far. That was until I found out that I am apparently an Intellectual Whore, thanks to Dave (of DSBH fame and not AUS). Fucker. Damn him and his ability to state the obvious.
Score as follows:
Dave - googolplex
Me - zilch
One day I tells ya. One day.
Anyway, here's what I was up to . . .
Friday:
Croque Huntin':
I bussed to UBC. I trekked to Thunderbird Stadium. Of which I saw nothing but bags upon bags (with the odd cardboard box) of our ACF beer cans.
It still stinks.
No croques in sight. Elusive ceramic bastards!!!
Damn $65 replacement looming over my head.
Kill Bill Vol.2:
After the long walk to the bus loop, I busted ass to Fifth Avenue to watch the 12:30pm matinee. Ah, me and my solo ventures to the theatre. If I'm determined to watch a flick, I'll go solo. I hate waiting for a film posse to arise because they take too long. Also, when they do, they neglect to inform me they're going. So fuck them. I'm just there to enjoy the movie and avoid goddamn crowds, like say Metrotown mallrat fucks.
So back to the film itself. Less gory, but, I still enjoyed the film. I found the whole relationship of how Samurai flicks emulated Westerns and vice-versa hilarious. Plus, the Pau Mei sequence was pretty kick ass. Also, there was a reference to "Lone Wolf & Cub" via the "Shogun Assassin". I was left with a happy feeling in the end.
Blarney Stone:
It had been a while since I last forayed into that club. I can pinpoint that to Virginia's birthday earlier in the school year. The one where she never made it to the Blarney Stone due to the copious amounts of alcohol at the Gallery.
So anyway, I get home after the movie. I do my usual routine of checking my e-mail and reading my friends' blogs. There was mention of an outing at the Blarney Stone. Since I was never told about it, I was wary about attending. My mind was made when I asked what Kent was doing. He said he'd be up to it, plus, he's never been to the Blarney Stone. We meet up down town and after smoking on a hookah, we embark towards the pub-style club.
Apparently, whatever happens at The Blarney Stone, stays at The Blarney Stone. So I'll keep it at that. Others have recapped the fun to be had, so you all can read it over there. I'm just glad Quinn got home in one piece. Although he did bite me. But I forgave him since he apologized afterwards when he was sober.
Saturday:
Wade-O Potato's B-Day Surprise:
It was my friend Wade's birthday. In celebration, his girlfriend Brandee threw him a surprise birthday party. He was surprised to say the least. I believe his surprise spawned from the fact that he was completely clueless and by the fact he never knew so many people could fit in his apartment.
Random notes . . .
- drank quite a few beers and still felt fine
- their Boston Terrier puppy, Tucker, is bloody cute; it went all "Claassen" on me and others by slobbering all over us
- watching the game was very taxing
Canucks vs. Flames Game 6:
Notes . . .
- how do you go up 4-0 only to result in a double overtime victory?
- I hate the total anti-Canuck announcers and game analysts
- thank Burke we acquired Sanderson; he's f'n fast and hussled like a mofo
- Linden layin' a hit on an opposing player and the reverberations of the glass afterwards makes a sweet sound
- Auld played great
- that first Flames goal was sooooooooooooo a high stick; I mean he had to fucking jump just to hit it
- Morrison beating Kipper in the dying moments of second overtime, and then going on his knees in disbelief . . . priceless
Sunday:
Cuz's Baptism:
Woke up. Got ready. Went to mass to attend my baby cousin's baptism. It had been a really long time since I've attended mass. It was weird for me to even be in there. Of course, that could have been due to the fact that I've never been to that church before. St. Monica's was a brand new Catholic parish in Richmond with a priest who reminded me of a stereo-typical Broadway stage director and liked telling reallllllllllllllly long homilies. Hence, not very endearing to me. As my old parish priest Father Cel used to say, "If your homily is over 7 minutes, then your taking too long and should get to the point.
Another weird thing for me was that the gospel today was from the "Book of Revelations". Yes, that "Book of Revelations". Odd. Very odd indeed.
Summer Soccer:
After mass I got my bro to haul ass and drop me off at soccer. Being the end of the school year, turnout was a little on the low side with everyone being preoccupied with papers, exams, graduation, etc. But, we still had enough for a full field. I actually played a good game today. I mean whenever my teammates trust me enough to pass me the ball, that's pretty good.
The game was a little short. Only about 2 hours, if even that. It's short for us. We're used to 4-5 hour sessions.
Luckily, I got a ride back to Richmond so I could enjoy the banquet after my cousin's baptism.
Free food and beer is always fine with me.
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That's it for now.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
Had a decent weekend thus far. That was until I found out that I am apparently an Intellectual Whore, thanks to Dave (of DSBH fame and not AUS). Fucker. Damn him and his ability to state the obvious.
Score as follows:
Dave - googolplex
Me - zilch
One day I tells ya. One day.
Anyway, here's what I was up to . . .
Friday:
Croque Huntin':
I bussed to UBC. I trekked to Thunderbird Stadium. Of which I saw nothing but bags upon bags (with the odd cardboard box) of our ACF beer cans.
It still stinks.
No croques in sight. Elusive ceramic bastards!!!
Damn $65 replacement looming over my head.
Kill Bill Vol.2:
After the long walk to the bus loop, I busted ass to Fifth Avenue to watch the 12:30pm matinee. Ah, me and my solo ventures to the theatre. If I'm determined to watch a flick, I'll go solo. I hate waiting for a film posse to arise because they take too long. Also, when they do, they neglect to inform me they're going. So fuck them. I'm just there to enjoy the movie and avoid goddamn crowds, like say Metrotown mallrat fucks.
So back to the film itself. Less gory, but, I still enjoyed the film. I found the whole relationship of how Samurai flicks emulated Westerns and vice-versa hilarious. Plus, the Pau Mei sequence was pretty kick ass. Also, there was a reference to "Lone Wolf & Cub" via the "Shogun Assassin". I was left with a happy feeling in the end.
Blarney Stone:
It had been a while since I last forayed into that club. I can pinpoint that to Virginia's birthday earlier in the school year. The one where she never made it to the Blarney Stone due to the copious amounts of alcohol at the Gallery.
So anyway, I get home after the movie. I do my usual routine of checking my e-mail and reading my friends' blogs. There was mention of an outing at the Blarney Stone. Since I was never told about it, I was wary about attending. My mind was made when I asked what Kent was doing. He said he'd be up to it, plus, he's never been to the Blarney Stone. We meet up down town and after smoking on a hookah, we embark towards the pub-style club.
Apparently, whatever happens at The Blarney Stone, stays at The Blarney Stone. So I'll keep it at that. Others have recapped the fun to be had, so you all can read it over there. I'm just glad Quinn got home in one piece. Although he did bite me. But I forgave him since he apologized afterwards when he was sober.
Saturday:
Wade-O Potato's B-Day Surprise:
It was my friend Wade's birthday. In celebration, his girlfriend Brandee threw him a surprise birthday party. He was surprised to say the least. I believe his surprise spawned from the fact that he was completely clueless and by the fact he never knew so many people could fit in his apartment.
Random notes . . .
- drank quite a few beers and still felt fine
- their Boston Terrier puppy, Tucker, is bloody cute; it went all "Claassen" on me and others by slobbering all over us
- watching the game was very taxing
Canucks vs. Flames Game 6:
Notes . . .
- how do you go up 4-0 only to result in a double overtime victory?
- I hate the total anti-Canuck announcers and game analysts
- thank Burke we acquired Sanderson; he's f'n fast and hussled like a mofo
- Linden layin' a hit on an opposing player and the reverberations of the glass afterwards makes a sweet sound
- Auld played great
- that first Flames goal was sooooooooooooo a high stick; I mean he had to fucking jump just to hit it
- Morrison beating Kipper in the dying moments of second overtime, and then going on his knees in disbelief . . . priceless
Sunday:
Cuz's Baptism:
Woke up. Got ready. Went to mass to attend my baby cousin's baptism. It had been a really long time since I've attended mass. It was weird for me to even be in there. Of course, that could have been due to the fact that I've never been to that church before. St. Monica's was a brand new Catholic parish in Richmond with a priest who reminded me of a stereo-typical Broadway stage director and liked telling reallllllllllllllly long homilies. Hence, not very endearing to me. As my old parish priest Father Cel used to say, "If your homily is over 7 minutes, then your taking too long and should get to the point.
Another weird thing for me was that the gospel today was from the "Book of Revelations". Yes, that "Book of Revelations". Odd. Very odd indeed.
Summer Soccer:
After mass I got my bro to haul ass and drop me off at soccer. Being the end of the school year, turnout was a little on the low side with everyone being preoccupied with papers, exams, graduation, etc. But, we still had enough for a full field. I actually played a good game today. I mean whenever my teammates trust me enough to pass me the ball, that's pretty good.
The game was a little short. Only about 2 hours, if even that. It's short for us. We're used to 4-5 hour sessions.
Luckily, I got a ride back to Richmond so I could enjoy the banquet after my cousin's baptism.
Free food and beer is always fine with me.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
That's it for now.
Later Days.
End Transmission.
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