Monday, December 18, 2006
Almost Back To Normal
The last few days have been a bit of a train wreck. I've got my last exam tomorrow morning, so life will be back to normal then.
The last few days involved a send-off for a good friend. It naturally involved much food, and much more drink.
Saturday night the boys and I were out pounding pitchers at The Pemby, when the bar was ambushed by a slew of sloshed Santas. No less than 150 very intoxicated students dressed as Santa stormed the bar at about 11pm. Thankfully our group only lost one soul to the Santas. He left on the Santas' bus, and returned to my apartment at 4:30am with a new Santa-toque and a tale of public fornication.
I've also got the joys of having a movie being shot on my block this week. I anticipated lovely ladies strolling the streets sipping Martini's, and lots of clever-looking people engaged in witty conversation. Unfortunately, thats not how it turned out at all. I can't park within two blocks of my apartment for the next four days, because the trailers take up the entire block. The staff that mans these trailers are about as classy as a group of Megadeth roadies, with the drinking habits of traveling carnies. Nor does it help that there are three places on the block for these savages to piss-up at night. Just one more reason for me to move West.
Come tomorrow at noon, it'll officially be Eggnog-Season for me. Spiced Rum is preferred, but Dark will do as well. And I can't forget to mention the Christmas Day street hockey game either, which with luck will degenerate into drunken stick-swinging.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and a Good Kwanzaa to all!
The last few days involved a send-off for a good friend. It naturally involved much food, and much more drink.
Saturday night the boys and I were out pounding pitchers at The Pemby, when the bar was ambushed by a slew of sloshed Santas. No less than 150 very intoxicated students dressed as Santa stormed the bar at about 11pm. Thankfully our group only lost one soul to the Santas. He left on the Santas' bus, and returned to my apartment at 4:30am with a new Santa-toque and a tale of public fornication.
I've also got the joys of having a movie being shot on my block this week. I anticipated lovely ladies strolling the streets sipping Martini's, and lots of clever-looking people engaged in witty conversation. Unfortunately, thats not how it turned out at all. I can't park within two blocks of my apartment for the next four days, because the trailers take up the entire block. The staff that mans these trailers are about as classy as a group of Megadeth roadies, with the drinking habits of traveling carnies. Nor does it help that there are three places on the block for these savages to piss-up at night. Just one more reason for me to move West.
Come tomorrow at noon, it'll officially be Eggnog-Season for me. Spiced Rum is preferred, but Dark will do as well. And I can't forget to mention the Christmas Day street hockey game either, which with luck will degenerate into drunken stick-swinging.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and a Good Kwanzaa to all!
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