Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 
24-Hour Party People

As I sit here in the growing stagnation that is the humid Kitchener air, I cannot help but marvel at how much of last night I can remember. From what I do recall, things started to get fuzzy after that half a beer, which was preceded by a rum & Coke, a rye & Coke, and six shooters.

I recall sucking beer foam out from the neck of the beer bottle with a straw. I likewise recall being told not to suck up the excess beer off the table with my straw, since I really didn't know where that table had been.

And there are some vague recollections of nearly knocking myself out as I danced with/molested a dance pole, and wanting to steal a friend's really cool Indiana Jones fedora--it really was cool, and everyone was disturbed by how good I looked in it and how I bore an odd resemblance to Harrison Ford as Indy.

There was also the fact that Mel cut my drinks off after that last shooter, and had us leave early (and by early, I mean early in the morning, about 1am) so she could take full sexual advantage of me in my inebriated state.

It's amazing how cognizent I am while drunk. Although I am also more incoherent than usual, which unto itself is a frightening concept. (See, cognizent means I recognized the fact that I was growing more incoherent. And thus ends drinking lesson #1 for the day.)

So just what inspired this trip down to a club located near the University of Waterloo, called (of all possible things) Phil's. Well, unexpectedly my sister and her fiance showed up in town. They were visiting a number of friends and hoping that we could hang out with them at Phil's in the evening. So after I got off work, Mel & I headed over...and you already know mostly what transpired over the course of the next few hours.

And after a year of having my Age of Majority ID card, I finally got to use it. What a concept! Should I be bewildered that this remains the only place I've ever actually been asked to show ID, despite the countless trips I've made to R-Rated movies and LCBO stores.

This event marks not only the first time I've been quite impressively sauced (though I think I was only two out of a four potential sheets to the wind), but also the second of a parade of parties occurring one day after the next. This past Thursday, Canada Day was celebrated watching fireworks on the beach with Gary, Em & Jason. Lots of festiveness was had.

Then Friday morning Mel, Shady & I left Toronto. I got dropped off at work for the afternoon/evening shift, only to head right out afterwards to Phil's. I didn't see much of the apartment at all yesterday.

Today there's going to be even more celebrating with friends as a bunch of us get together to perform high acts of geekery. Provided 'geekery' is even a word. If not, I stand supreme as it's creator! Ah, the English language is such a wonderful thing to manipulate accordingly to my whims.

But I digress.

What sort of geekery, you might ask? Well, it's a "CSI Night." A co-worker just bought the CSI boardgame (which looks like a more complicated version of Clue), so we will be drinking and playing the game. I'll also be bringing along the 3 seasons of CSI I have. I rejoice in my DVD box sets! I've already made the shortlist of the screwiest episodes to break people with...ha ha.

And then Sunday, celebrating will be had with friends amidst partying and going to watch Spiderman 2.

Life is good. Drinking and partying with great friends & family is even better. The hangover, however, I can do without. I suppose this is the thorn to the rose that is carousing with friends. (Is this where I get the naughty finger-wagging of sobriety and justice waggled at me again?)

Today's Lesson: John Lennon was right when he said, "Life is what happens when you're making other plans." That doesn't necessarily mean that what happens is altogether unwelcomed. Sometimes even the little bits of nowhere you were planning on sharing will have to inevitably be bumped aside as other unexpected things pop up.

Today's "State the Obvious" Moment: when you are driving down the Danforth in Toronto, through Greektown, and suddenly your car finds itself being charged by large stampeding hordes of fans secreaming, cheering and waving Greek flags, do you think that the Greek World Cup soccer team just scored a goal?

The "Go Out And Buy His CD, Dammit!" Plug of the Day: robdougan.com You'll even recognize some of the tunes as having been used in all the Matrix movies and trailers.

Today's Death Clock Notice: according to the Death Clock (www.deathclock.com), which foretells my death as being Monday, Octover 16th, 2062, I have (as of typing this) 1,839,227,385 seconds left to live.

1,839,227,384...
1,839,227,383...

This could take a while.

posted by Phillip at 12:03 PM