Go Riders
Well, this weekend has been exciting. It started with the wedding of two quality people, friends from the days of camp. One of which is probably the most level-headed and model people I know. He’s the kind of guy I would trust to make decisions that are difficult for everyone’s good.
The wedding was on Friday night – unusual for such an occasion, but they are definitely not your run of the mill couple. The whole night was great – sunset on wascana lake, a live band and a plain old good time. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I even danced – which I usually avoid at all costs. I should also mention that I won one of many medals for my laughable rhythmic talents.
I feel quite refreshed now that I’m back. I have slept well, except for the futon I’m on, and I have enjoyed the grassy air out here on the prairies. I miss that smell, but don’t miss the terrible tap water – blech.
I saw CLERKS 2 this morning and it was pretty much what I expected. More Kevin Smith claptrap. It had moments of comedy, but it was strung together with poorly conceived and disappointing plot points. One of which actually involved Dante admitting g to the girl he liked that he couldn’t dance and then falling in love with her when she teaches him. LAME. It was bad.
Then I went to a Rider game with Jayden. I was excited to go, even though I received the “try to actually enjoy the game” talk because of my general dislike for sporting events. You see, I like to go to the games because I like to people-watch. There is a plethora of sports-people at games (obviously) and they’re always fun to watch.
You get the full spread of people: fat losers that live vicariously through people with talent, people that are die hard fans (usually senior citizens) that are hoping to one day have their efforts rewarded with a victory, tanned bitches that are only there to hook up with tanned guys that will treat them like shit, guys that are in their early thirties that still wear their high school rings and shout stupid shit like it will make a difference and people like Jayden and I – that enjoy the observation.
Needless to say, the game was a bust, with a faint hope of victory, but as per usual, it fell through in the end. I’m sure my brother and his fiancé are wallowing right now.
Tomorrow it’s time for dinner with dad and then another plane ride. I hate airplanes, but I guess I’m stuck with them until teleportation becomes the norm. Hum.
The wedding was on Friday night – unusual for such an occasion, but they are definitely not your run of the mill couple. The whole night was great – sunset on wascana lake, a live band and a plain old good time. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I even danced – which I usually avoid at all costs. I should also mention that I won one of many medals for my laughable rhythmic talents.
I feel quite refreshed now that I’m back. I have slept well, except for the futon I’m on, and I have enjoyed the grassy air out here on the prairies. I miss that smell, but don’t miss the terrible tap water – blech.
I saw CLERKS 2 this morning and it was pretty much what I expected. More Kevin Smith claptrap. It had moments of comedy, but it was strung together with poorly conceived and disappointing plot points. One of which actually involved Dante admitting g to the girl he liked that he couldn’t dance and then falling in love with her when she teaches him. LAME. It was bad.
Then I went to a Rider game with Jayden. I was excited to go, even though I received the “try to actually enjoy the game” talk because of my general dislike for sporting events. You see, I like to go to the games because I like to people-watch. There is a plethora of sports-people at games (obviously) and they’re always fun to watch.
You get the full spread of people: fat losers that live vicariously through people with talent, people that are die hard fans (usually senior citizens) that are hoping to one day have their efforts rewarded with a victory, tanned bitches that are only there to hook up with tanned guys that will treat them like shit, guys that are in their early thirties that still wear their high school rings and shout stupid shit like it will make a difference and people like Jayden and I – that enjoy the observation.
Needless to say, the game was a bust, with a faint hope of victory, but as per usual, it fell through in the end. I’m sure my brother and his fiancé are wallowing right now.
Tomorrow it’s time for dinner with dad and then another plane ride. I hate airplanes, but I guess I’m stuck with them until teleportation becomes the norm. Hum.
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