Hey gang!
Looks like ill be spending Canada Day here in the big smoke. The hostel I am staying at is having a big party with "lots of free beer." So, yeah, that's awesome.
Had a good time last night. I met a few mates here over the last week or so. Two of them were off this morning to California. So we had a little party on the patio last night for them. Good times had by all. I met this really funny guy from France named J.B. I call him Jacko. He is a funny man. His English isn't that great, so he has an amazing accent. Speaking of amazing. That is his favourite word. Every time he says it the boys and I crack up laughing. He goes to concerts almost every night. Blues, Jazz all that kinda shit. Every time he comes back and meets us for a drink, we ask him how it was. His response every time is.. Ammaazziinggg.
I don't have a lot of time, because the Internet costs money here, and I only have like 5 minutes left. So yeah. I am not sure on my return. I will decide that soon enough. I am going out a show at Second City tonight. Should be a good time. I had lunch at Wayne Gretzkys. He has a restaurant just a block away from SkyDome (Or Rogers Center) It was ok. The server I had didn't even talk to me. He came up to my table. Looked at me. I asked if I can get a OJ and a water. He nods his head. After he drops off the the drinks, I ask him if the soup of the day is any good. He just shrugged his shoulders. It was pretty funny actually. I then ordered a sandwich and a salad. I got the food. He did not quality check, did not offer more water, even though when he dropped off the food both of my glasses were empty. He dropped of the bill, and i put it on my credit card. I tipped him .50 cents. I don't often not tip, but I felt proud of myself. The funny part is the server dude probably looked at the .50 tip and said to himself, wow, what a douche bag, not tipping. Well, I do have a tip. TALK TO YOUR FUCKING CUSTOMERS.
Anyways, I gotta run. I will try and write a longer/better blog later on. There is only one computer here and there is always a line. So no promises.
Love Love.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Saturday June 28th
Hello all, hope everyone is well!
Well, my life changed just a little bit yesterday. One of those things that someone will never forget. I am sure you can close your eyes and come up with a few without even thinking. Most of the time its something that you wouldn't have thought you would remember. Other times it is. Like Joe Sakic breaking in on the right wing and scoring that goal in the 2002 men's gold medal game. Or riding down the street in my 1983 Motne Carlo with the boy's in the back laughing hysterically at absolutely nothing.
I walked into Second City training studios, almost by accident. I was making my way to the Jays game (more on that shitty performance later). I knew the building was in the area, but I looked to my right, and boom. There it was. Second City. I walk down the stairs, and into the studios. Now, it is not the original location, but they have a lot of the original stuff. The halls are covered in old classic pictures of Candy, Myers and Levi. I walked into the main office area, and saw a door that read Registration and I gave a little knock. The man at the desk says to please come in and pull up a chair. Now it was like 6:30, so I was surprised he was still working. By the number of voices and sounds there was at least one class going on. Kevin, his name was, asks what made me stop by. I tell him about myself, and my dreams. He listened very intensely and even though I know he must here this stuff from every new student that walks in, I honestly felt like he cared. After I finish my story he says Brad... I want to show you something. Follow me. He stands and walks out of his office. I follow behind. Each picture we pass he points at and tells the story behind it. We pass a class room with people running around and laughing. We enter a room, with no lights on. He turns them on, and the room is empty except for about eight to ten plastic chairs and an old looking, fifteen foot stage with curtains cutting across the center. He smiles, walks up onto the stage. His smile grows bigger. I smile, not knowing what is really going on. He says come up here on stage Brad. I walk. I step. There I am, standing on this old wooden piece of crap that really has no business being used as a stage anymore. Brad, he says, you are standing on the original stage of Second City. You are standing on the stage that John Candy first stood on for his first show.
It was peaceful and calming. It was right.
We went back to his office, talked a little more. He gave me a bunch of information on how the school works, and of all the upcoming classes. But that was it. He didn't ask me to register for any upcoming class, or get any personal information from me at all. He just said, when you are ready, come back and see me. I will here. Second City will be here.
BOOM.
Exactly what I needed to here. My past experiences in Vancouver were almost the exact opposite of that. SIGN UP NOW! COME WITH ME! ILL MAKE YOU A STAR!
Fuck you.
I do now, what I want to do. It is in my hands. I do what feels right.
And I know what I'm going to do....
Well, my life changed just a little bit yesterday. One of those things that someone will never forget. I am sure you can close your eyes and come up with a few without even thinking. Most of the time its something that you wouldn't have thought you would remember. Other times it is. Like Joe Sakic breaking in on the right wing and scoring that goal in the 2002 men's gold medal game. Or riding down the street in my 1983 Motne Carlo with the boy's in the back laughing hysterically at absolutely nothing.
I walked into Second City training studios, almost by accident. I was making my way to the Jays game (more on that shitty performance later). I knew the building was in the area, but I looked to my right, and boom. There it was. Second City. I walk down the stairs, and into the studios. Now, it is not the original location, but they have a lot of the original stuff. The halls are covered in old classic pictures of Candy, Myers and Levi. I walked into the main office area, and saw a door that read Registration and I gave a little knock. The man at the desk says to please come in and pull up a chair. Now it was like 6:30, so I was surprised he was still working. By the number of voices and sounds there was at least one class going on. Kevin, his name was, asks what made me stop by. I tell him about myself, and my dreams. He listened very intensely and even though I know he must here this stuff from every new student that walks in, I honestly felt like he cared. After I finish my story he says Brad... I want to show you something. Follow me. He stands and walks out of his office. I follow behind. Each picture we pass he points at and tells the story behind it. We pass a class room with people running around and laughing. We enter a room, with no lights on. He turns them on, and the room is empty except for about eight to ten plastic chairs and an old looking, fifteen foot stage with curtains cutting across the center. He smiles, walks up onto the stage. His smile grows bigger. I smile, not knowing what is really going on. He says come up here on stage Brad. I walk. I step. There I am, standing on this old wooden piece of crap that really has no business being used as a stage anymore. Brad, he says, you are standing on the original stage of Second City. You are standing on the stage that John Candy first stood on for his first show.
It was peaceful and calming. It was right.
We went back to his office, talked a little more. He gave me a bunch of information on how the school works, and of all the upcoming classes. But that was it. He didn't ask me to register for any upcoming class, or get any personal information from me at all. He just said, when you are ready, come back and see me. I will here. Second City will be here.
BOOM.
Exactly what I needed to here. My past experiences in Vancouver were almost the exact opposite of that. SIGN UP NOW! COME WITH ME! ILL MAKE YOU A STAR!
Fuck you.
I do now, what I want to do. It is in my hands. I do what feels right.
And I know what I'm going to do....
Friday, June 27, 2008
Its freaking hot
Yes kids, its a scorcher in the big smoke. 29 degrees (Thats 80 for all my american brothers out there), but it feels like 35 (thats 90 for all my american brothers out there) with the humidity. I am not very happy about that, but what can I do? Sit in my room and read my Chris Farley book, that's what I can do! (thanks h-paw)
Went to the Jays game again last night. It was awesome again. The boys pulled a 7-1 victory over the hottest pitcher in baseball. He hadn't given up more then three runs all fuckin year!
I will be going to the game again tonight, look for a dude sitting by himself sitting in the nose bleeds trying not to sweat.
Not much really going on. I had a hell of a time trying to get a room for this weekend. I guess the city is a busy place on long weekends. The Holiday in wanted $299 a night for a single bed room. The Strathcona wanted $399. All the hostels in walking distance of downtown were booked. It was about 1pm, and I was hot and frustrated, and had no place to stay. But I stumbled across the goldmine in Chinatown. The Motel 8 baby! 129.99 a night. I'll take it! I have this room booked for Friday and Saturday, then a private room at the hostel I stayed at three night ago booked for Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Needless to say, staying in hotels and hostels is starting to take a hit on my finances. We'll see how much more I can take.
Its an odd place to be. Alone in the big city. I was staying with my Uncle Tom the last two nights, which was nice because I had someone to talk to. But he's gone.
There are many thoughts that race between my ears. The big city is not an easy place to be by yourself. Although I love it so far, not having a place to call your own is rather difficult. I cant swing by Dylan's or Steve's place and hang out. I cant go into crossroads and have a pint, I can't sleep my parents basement and eat there eggs in the morning. All those things are taken for granted. I'm not really sure what that term means, so I hope I used it correctly.... When in Rome... That doesn't really apply here.
I went to the hockey hall of fame. It was pretty amazing. I could spend a week in there for sure. I felt like a boy in a candy shop.
I was going to wonder around downtown and try and find my school. But its way to hot. It's supposed to cool down in the next few days, so I will wait until then.
One cool part about the hot weather is all the hot women. They are flocking the streets in full force. I don't if I should try and talk to them, or smash an empty wine bottle over there head. I don't really know why I would do that... so maybe Ill just do nothing like I normally do and just hope.
When renting my room today at the motel 8, they asked me for my I.D. and my visa card. I handed them over and the lady asks, is your first name Robert and Bradley. I said Robert just for kicks. I guess its standard procedure to say "Thank you Mr.(insert last name here) and thanks for choosing the motel 8." Well, she had a little trouble with the last name.
Thank you... Mr...Mac....Doo... Mc.... Doug? ..... Thank you Mr.... McDonald and thanks for choosing the motel 8. I just smiled and walked away. My question is... how the fuck do you turn Ougall into Onald. That's amazing. I most have skipped that class in English 8 where we learn that double L makes a D sound. No wonder I failed that class. Bless her soul, at least she tried... at least she tried..
Thanks for all your comments everyone. Its nice to know that people are actually reading this and that I'm not just amusing myself. I would probably still write even if nobody was reading. It helps to write. It really does.
Stay tuned... more to come..
Went to the Jays game again last night. It was awesome again. The boys pulled a 7-1 victory over the hottest pitcher in baseball. He hadn't given up more then three runs all fuckin year!
I will be going to the game again tonight, look for a dude sitting by himself sitting in the nose bleeds trying not to sweat.
Not much really going on. I had a hell of a time trying to get a room for this weekend. I guess the city is a busy place on long weekends. The Holiday in wanted $299 a night for a single bed room. The Strathcona wanted $399. All the hostels in walking distance of downtown were booked. It was about 1pm, and I was hot and frustrated, and had no place to stay. But I stumbled across the goldmine in Chinatown. The Motel 8 baby! 129.99 a night. I'll take it! I have this room booked for Friday and Saturday, then a private room at the hostel I stayed at three night ago booked for Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Needless to say, staying in hotels and hostels is starting to take a hit on my finances. We'll see how much more I can take.
Its an odd place to be. Alone in the big city. I was staying with my Uncle Tom the last two nights, which was nice because I had someone to talk to. But he's gone.
There are many thoughts that race between my ears. The big city is not an easy place to be by yourself. Although I love it so far, not having a place to call your own is rather difficult. I cant swing by Dylan's or Steve's place and hang out. I cant go into crossroads and have a pint, I can't sleep my parents basement and eat there eggs in the morning. All those things are taken for granted. I'm not really sure what that term means, so I hope I used it correctly.... When in Rome... That doesn't really apply here.
I went to the hockey hall of fame. It was pretty amazing. I could spend a week in there for sure. I felt like a boy in a candy shop.
I was going to wonder around downtown and try and find my school. But its way to hot. It's supposed to cool down in the next few days, so I will wait until then.
One cool part about the hot weather is all the hot women. They are flocking the streets in full force. I don't if I should try and talk to them, or smash an empty wine bottle over there head. I don't really know why I would do that... so maybe Ill just do nothing like I normally do and just hope.
When renting my room today at the motel 8, they asked me for my I.D. and my visa card. I handed them over and the lady asks, is your first name Robert and Bradley. I said Robert just for kicks. I guess its standard procedure to say "Thank you Mr.(insert last name here) and thanks for choosing the motel 8." Well, she had a little trouble with the last name.
Thank you... Mr...Mac....Doo... Mc.... Doug? ..... Thank you Mr.... McDonald and thanks for choosing the motel 8. I just smiled and walked away. My question is... how the fuck do you turn Ougall into Onald. That's amazing. I most have skipped that class in English 8 where we learn that double L makes a D sound. No wonder I failed that class. Bless her soul, at least she tried... at least she tried..
Thanks for all your comments everyone. Its nice to know that people are actually reading this and that I'm not just amusing myself. I would probably still write even if nobody was reading. It helps to write. It really does.
Stay tuned... more to come..
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Burlignton, Toronto, and the Jays
Hey guys! It has been a crazy couple of days, and have not had a lot of time to post anything new. Well, I spent Saturday-Monday in Burlington, about 30 minutes outside of Toronto. I was just hanging out with Drew, having a good time. We went bowling and drank and sat in his hot tub and relaxed. It was pretty much awesome. I arrived back in Toronto Tuesday. I didn't have a place to stay, but I had an idea where there was a nice hostel and hotel right next to each other. Unfortunately, they were both booked. So I really had no idea where I was or what I was doing. I was just walking around, looking and taking it all in. I finally spot another hotel, but it looked fancy. Real fancy. Cheapest room they had. 356 dollars a night. Fuck that. So i continue my adventures. The dude behind the counter told me that there was a cheaper hotel a few blocks away and gave me, what turned out to be, shitty directions. I walked the two blocks he told me, and there was nothing but apartment building and some shitty looking Indian food place that didn't have a single person in it. So, needless to say, after wondering around the city for the past hour or two, in the hot weather, I was starting to get pissed off. I just wanted a fucking bed to sleep in. And then it hit me. I saw it out of the corner of my eye. I started walking, walking walking, I could see the name. Backpackers Inn Hostel. WOOHOO! I got myself a single private bed for 75 bucks and was happy as a jay bird. The dude at the desk says he's going to fire up the BBQ and I am welcome to throw something on, or buy a burger or dog from him. Awesome. He also says the Pub is opening up at 7pm, and its cheap beer night. Really Awesome! I pass on the BBQ and go to the Toronto Blue Jays game. I have never been inside of SkyDome aka the Rogers Centre. It is pretty amazing. Words cannot explain, but I really recommend a visit to watch the Jays play. It is worth every penny. Speaking of pennies, that's how much the tickets cost compared to hockey games. I paid $55 for my ticket, and it was one of the best you could get. I was one row behind the Jays dugout. I was in heaven, except the fact that I was in awe of dudes. If they were hot chicks AND good at baseball, and be freaking out for sure. Anyways, it was really cool. They Jays crushed the Reds 14-1. I got to see Ken Griffy Jr hits endless bombs in batting practice. One of the coolest things Ive ever seen in my entire life. Truly amazing.
So, after the game, I headed back to the hotel to have a beer. I was going to have a few at the game, but they were $9.25 for a fucking can of Bud or Bud light. So i decided to hold off for a while. I get to the Inn, go to my room for a few, and head back down stairs. Now, the Pub is on the main floor. Half of the floor in for checking in and out and stuff, then through a little sliding door, the other half is for getting wasted. They had a pool table, chairs, tables, a little dance floor, and of course, a bar. So i asked the bartender if there was anything on special, even though the dude told me when I was checking in that it was cheap beer night. The bartender says, to my surprise, Its cheap beer night. Sweeeeeet. Jugs of Draft. $12. Swweeeeet. So I grab a jug of Moosehead, which is awesome by the way, and make my way outside (it was still like 25 degrees inside) There are about eight to ten picnic tables outside. They are all taken some way or another. Id say there was 40 people outside and 20 people inside. So, i see these two dudes, drinking a jug, and decide to ask them if I can sit down. Without hesitation they say in funny accents, Sure Mate! Ave a see dun dar. I just assumed they said sure mate, have a seat down there. So I did. They dudes were from Ireland, named Rob and Owen. We sat and drank and got along real well. After we both finished our jugs, they said there were going to go. I didn't care really, cause I was kinda tired and a jug deep, so I was smiling either way. Owen gets up to go the washroom, and returns with another Jug. You can see where this is going. One Jug Two Jug Thee Jug Four! We Drank Till We Couldn't Drink No More! Good times had by all. We were all wasted. By the end of the night, It was me, my two Irish mates, another Irish, a Scott, a Frenchman, and a dude from Germany. We were laughing, telling jokes. It was a good time man, real good time. I got to bed around 3. I had to meet my Uncle Tom in the morning at the Days Inn across town. That was rough. I didn't check out of my room until Noon, even though I "HAD" to be out by 11am. I grabbed a sandwich a finally met up with him at around 2. I was pretty hurtin still, so I grabbed a nap and we went to the Jays game again last night. They lost 6-5. But It was a good game, and Griffy Jr ripped a two run home run. He got a standing O. It was pretty awesome.
So yeah, those have been my last few days. I am going to stick it out in Toronto for the next little while. I still have to check out the school and places to live and work. Once I get a good idea of what it'll take for me to move here, I will have a better understanding of what ill need. Oh, btw, the Brad shirt is a big hit in Toronto. The "Hey Brad"s were flying out left right and center. AND, Me and this really hot chick were making eyes on the subway, and I stand to get off, and she says, See you around.. Brad.. and smiles all sexy like. So I decided to make 15 more shirts, hats and pants with my name on them. Ill let you know how it goes.
I hope everyone is well. It has been a week now. I miss everyone a LOT. I feel as if I have been gone a month, not a week. Its crazy. I almost feel like this, right here, in downtown Toronto is where I am supposed to be. I can feel so many things. I kept seeing this door being kicked down in my dreams last night. Its like the next few steps are the most important of my life to this date. I do believe that. I am excited and nervous, and I haven't even been to see my school yet.
Wish me luck.
I am going to lunch with Uncle Tom, then to the hockey hall of fame (dream come true for me) and then, another JAYS GAME! Three days straight! I freaking love it! You can buy tickets for $9.00! NICE BUCKS! Great seats too. You can see EVERYTHING. Best nine bucks I've ever spent. Funny thing is that it cost more for a beer then it did for the price of my seat yesterday. that's fucked up.
Good luck all, Ill try and update soon!!
So, after the game, I headed back to the hotel to have a beer. I was going to have a few at the game, but they were $9.25 for a fucking can of Bud or Bud light. So i decided to hold off for a while. I get to the Inn, go to my room for a few, and head back down stairs. Now, the Pub is on the main floor. Half of the floor in for checking in and out and stuff, then through a little sliding door, the other half is for getting wasted. They had a pool table, chairs, tables, a little dance floor, and of course, a bar. So i asked the bartender if there was anything on special, even though the dude told me when I was checking in that it was cheap beer night. The bartender says, to my surprise, Its cheap beer night. Sweeeeeet. Jugs of Draft. $12. Swweeeeet. So I grab a jug of Moosehead, which is awesome by the way, and make my way outside (it was still like 25 degrees inside) There are about eight to ten picnic tables outside. They are all taken some way or another. Id say there was 40 people outside and 20 people inside. So, i see these two dudes, drinking a jug, and decide to ask them if I can sit down. Without hesitation they say in funny accents, Sure Mate! Ave a see dun dar. I just assumed they said sure mate, have a seat down there. So I did. They dudes were from Ireland, named Rob and Owen. We sat and drank and got along real well. After we both finished our jugs, they said there were going to go. I didn't care really, cause I was kinda tired and a jug deep, so I was smiling either way. Owen gets up to go the washroom, and returns with another Jug. You can see where this is going. One Jug Two Jug Thee Jug Four! We Drank Till We Couldn't Drink No More! Good times had by all. We were all wasted. By the end of the night, It was me, my two Irish mates, another Irish, a Scott, a Frenchman, and a dude from Germany. We were laughing, telling jokes. It was a good time man, real good time. I got to bed around 3. I had to meet my Uncle Tom in the morning at the Days Inn across town. That was rough. I didn't check out of my room until Noon, even though I "HAD" to be out by 11am. I grabbed a sandwich a finally met up with him at around 2. I was pretty hurtin still, so I grabbed a nap and we went to the Jays game again last night. They lost 6-5. But It was a good game, and Griffy Jr ripped a two run home run. He got a standing O. It was pretty awesome.
So yeah, those have been my last few days. I am going to stick it out in Toronto for the next little while. I still have to check out the school and places to live and work. Once I get a good idea of what it'll take for me to move here, I will have a better understanding of what ill need. Oh, btw, the Brad shirt is a big hit in Toronto. The "Hey Brad"s were flying out left right and center. AND, Me and this really hot chick were making eyes on the subway, and I stand to get off, and she says, See you around.. Brad.. and smiles all sexy like. So I decided to make 15 more shirts, hats and pants with my name on them. Ill let you know how it goes.
I hope everyone is well. It has been a week now. I miss everyone a LOT. I feel as if I have been gone a month, not a week. Its crazy. I almost feel like this, right here, in downtown Toronto is where I am supposed to be. I can feel so many things. I kept seeing this door being kicked down in my dreams last night. Its like the next few steps are the most important of my life to this date. I do believe that. I am excited and nervous, and I haven't even been to see my school yet.
Wish me luck.
I am going to lunch with Uncle Tom, then to the hockey hall of fame (dream come true for me) and then, another JAYS GAME! Three days straight! I freaking love it! You can buy tickets for $9.00! NICE BUCKS! Great seats too. You can see EVERYTHING. Best nine bucks I've ever spent. Funny thing is that it cost more for a beer then it did for the price of my seat yesterday. that's fucked up.
Good luck all, Ill try and update soon!!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Fun Facts of Los Angles
From the book Bright Shinny Morning by James Frey.
Patience. Diligence. Hard work. The daily grind it can wear a person down, oh yes it can, that daily grind, its a day-after-day kind of thing and it just wears a person down. One expects there to be some kind of reward, or payoff, for all the effort, something that makes it all worth it, that puts a smile on the face, a spring in the step, a tingle on the spine, and a feeling of freedom and joy in the heart. Here is Fun Facts Los Angles.
The word T-shirt was coined in Los Angles by a Japanese man working in a clothing factory. He called the item a T-shirt because it resembled the letter T when he laid it out on a table, and he was in the process of learning the English alphabet.
If Los Angles County was a country it would have the fifteenth-largest economy in the world.
In 1918, a Chinese immigrant working in a Los Angles noodle factory invented the fortune cookie. He did so believing that a cookie with a positive message in it would raise the spirits of the city's poor.
In 1949, Frank Zamboni, who owned a local ice rink, invented the Zamboni ice-resurfacing machine. It is now used in 85 percent of the world's ice rinks.
There are three hundred wild buffalo, which are protected by law, that roam Los Angles County.
It is illegal in the City of Los Angles to hunt for moths beneath the arc of a streetlight.
It is illegal in the City of Los Angles to fly balloons more then five feet above the surface of the ground.
It is illegal in the City of Los Angles to sit on the surface of an outdoor table at a restaurant.
There are an average of twenty vehicular car chases in the Los Angles County every day.
There is a museum in Los Angles devoted to the banana. It has almost 20,000 banana-related items.
If all of the law enforcement officers in Los Angles County were consolidated into an army, it would be the fifth-largest army in the world.
There are more support groups in Los Angles for the victims of UFO abduction than in the rest of the country combined.
Almost half the dogs in Los Angles are American pit bull terriers, or pit bull mixes.
It is Illegal in Pasadena for a male boss to be alone in a room with a female secretary.
There are on average, sixty sightings of Sasquatch in Los Angles every year.
There are more swimming pools in Los Angles than any other city in the world.
On average, there are 333 days of sun every year in Los Angles.
Patience. Diligence. Hard work. The daily grind it can wear a person down, oh yes it can, that daily grind, its a day-after-day kind of thing and it just wears a person down. One expects there to be some kind of reward, or payoff, for all the effort, something that makes it all worth it, that puts a smile on the face, a spring in the step, a tingle on the spine, and a feeling of freedom and joy in the heart. Here is Fun Facts Los Angles.
The word T-shirt was coined in Los Angles by a Japanese man working in a clothing factory. He called the item a T-shirt because it resembled the letter T when he laid it out on a table, and he was in the process of learning the English alphabet.
If Los Angles County was a country it would have the fifteenth-largest economy in the world.
In 1918, a Chinese immigrant working in a Los Angles noodle factory invented the fortune cookie. He did so believing that a cookie with a positive message in it would raise the spirits of the city's poor.
In 1949, Frank Zamboni, who owned a local ice rink, invented the Zamboni ice-resurfacing machine. It is now used in 85 percent of the world's ice rinks.
There are three hundred wild buffalo, which are protected by law, that roam Los Angles County.
It is illegal in the City of Los Angles to hunt for moths beneath the arc of a streetlight.
It is illegal in the City of Los Angles to fly balloons more then five feet above the surface of the ground.
It is illegal in the City of Los Angles to sit on the surface of an outdoor table at a restaurant.
There are an average of twenty vehicular car chases in the Los Angles County every day.
There is a museum in Los Angles devoted to the banana. It has almost 20,000 banana-related items.
If all of the law enforcement officers in Los Angles County were consolidated into an army, it would be the fifth-largest army in the world.
There are more support groups in Los Angles for the victims of UFO abduction than in the rest of the country combined.
Almost half the dogs in Los Angles are American pit bull terriers, or pit bull mixes.
It is Illegal in Pasadena for a male boss to be alone in a room with a female secretary.
There are on average, sixty sightings of Sasquatch in Los Angles every year.
There are more swimming pools in Los Angles than any other city in the world.
On average, there are 333 days of sun every year in Los Angles.
Welcome To Toronto
I took the train yesterday afternoon from Ottawa to Toronto. It was a pretty nice ride. The seats were comfy and I had nobody sitting beside me for most of the trip, that's always a good thing. The views of the passing cities were nice, but nothing to fancy. Lots of grass fields... I think I saw a duck. The weird part was how fast we were going. I just assumed the train would putt along at 50-70k. But at one point we were beside the highway (the 416?) and we were passing cars and trucks. It seemed like they were going so slow. I saw a Max 90kph and realized that we were hauling ass. Good times.
The NHL Draft:
It was an awesome event. I touched the Stanley Cup, saw all of the player trophies, and nearly got arrested. I left my room about 2pm, even though the draft didn't start till 7pm. I wanted to get there in lots of time, and i still needed to get a ticket don't forget! So I get to the main bus stop a few blocks from my hotel. I really don't know if it is indeed a main stop, but there were homeless people begging for change, so i figured it had to be a pretty big stop. I asked a bus driver, who is actually getting off the bus for a shift change, about how I should get to Scotiabank place. He says follow me, and starts walking and talking about how the arena is in a shitty area, and they have special buses running to and from Kanata (the city where the arena is in) starting at 5pm. Anyways, he's yapping and telling me all this info, and I'm just trying to remember half the shit he says cause he keeps talking and talking. He tells me the that I'm crazy for going so early, tells me that i should have already purchased a ticket, tells me that Wade Redden, a d-man for the Sens does blow on a regular basis, tells me that the Leafs suck, tells me the Sens suck, and tells me to catch the 96 from McKenzie bridge and get off at Terry Fox Way. (last stop) As he finishes his crazy speech, I think I see a man by the name of Bradley Hamar. I went to school with him, and hadn't seen him in probably three or four years at least. HAMAR I yell across the mall. Nothing. Now, I was pretty sure it was him. After high school, he started getting lots of tattoos and pircings, so he was fairly recognizable. Again, and for the last time because i don't want to be that crazy dude who yells at people in the mall, I cry HAMAR. He turns around. Looks at me. Confused. Smiles. Brad! We laugh at the extreme randomness of meeting in Ottawa in a mall. He was on his way to work, so we agree to meet up later in the night when I get back to town after the draft. I catch my bus, and get all the way to Terry Fox Way, which takes about 35 minutes. Once out of the downtown core, Ottawa looks less like Victoria, and more like Ontario. The streets are all shitty, due to extreme weather. The houses are all shitty, due to extreme weather. The ride is shitty, due to the fact I'm on a bus. Outside my stop, there is a giant box store mall. Costcos and Staples and Canadian tire (Oh, My). Its about 3pm, and want to grab a bite to eat before I get to ScotiaBank because I don't want to eat pretzels and shitty hot dogs for lunch. I sit down at Montana's, which was right besides Kelsey's. I order a chicken club wrap. It was alright. I get a giant 56oz mug of Beer. It was fucking glorious. I finish up, and ask my server to call a cab. There were no buses that ran to the arena, and apparently it was only a 5 minute drive away. I sit outside, and wait for my cab, which my server tells me will be here 'very shortly' I wait, wait wait..... half an hour goes by. Still waiting. Its now just after 4, and i wanted to be there by 4 and my plans are not going as planned. I go inside, ask my server about the cab, and she says, oh my they should have been here by now. She phones and asked how long, and she tells me, shortly. How did I go from VERY shortly thirty minutes ago, to now just shortly. I say fuck you cab and I start walking. Now, I could see the arena from the parking lot. It looked about 15-25 minutes away at a medium paced walk. Off I go. I cut across this road, another. I walk down a dirt path, that I have no idea where it will go. I can see the highway. It is in my way of the arena. I keep walking. 15, 20 minutes go by. I am near the highway, and the arena. I can smell the hot dogs, pizza, and expensive beer. I can see the highway. How the fuck am i going to cut across a 6 lane highway at almost 5pm on a Friday. Well, my solution was to walk along side the highway, until I get to an exit, or catch a break in traffic. Easier said then done. There is a five foot fence preventing me and anyone else from attempting the ultimate J walk. I see up the road that the fence it missing. I cut across a grass field, across some property that is some sort of school for expecting mothers, and get to my best possible spot for hopping onto the highway. One problem. There is about five or six feet and VERY tall grass, taller then almost two feet I'm in already. I can see water. It is a ditch filled with water and tall tall grass. I cant jump, i cant fly, I cant go back. I stand there for five minutes. I hear a voice, angry. HEY, THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY! Perfect, just what i needed. I look back, some old pregnant bitch is yelling from across the field I just cut through. I decide I cant jump, I have no idea how deep the water is, and don't have a change of clothes for shoes with me. I wave the prego and start walking back the way I came. It is now 5:30, and have to walk back 20 minutes into town. I finally get back to a real building. It's Canadian Tire. I call a cab from inside, and I get picked up 30 minutes later. I get to the draft at 6:30. It starts at 7:15. I don't have a ticket. I start looking and listening for scalpers. Nothing. So i start looking for ways to sneak in. There is a door that is unattended, so I walk through with a group of others. Presto. I'm inside. Beautiful arena. There are two large stair cases to my left a right, and ticket windows in front. I decide to try the ticket window, as there are people scanning tickets up the stairs. I ask, even though I am 99 percent positive they are sold out, the lady for a ticket. She says... Just one? Yes, just one. She turns around, grabs a ticket, places it on the counter and says enjoy the draft. Just like that. No money, no worries. I got myself a ticket. I turn around and say to myself Well, that was easy. I walk to my seat, see all the trophies and the cup along the way and had a great rest of the night at the draft. All kinds of craziness. I know all the hockey fans read about everything already, and i know all the non hockey fans don't give a rats ass. I had a riot.
Meeting Drew:
I am on Drews couch right now. We met up last night for a few drinks and such. Good times. I have a lot i could keep writing about, but my fingers hurt from the above stories. I think ill write a blog all about Burlington, where Drew lives, in a few days. Until then.
The NHL Draft:
It was an awesome event. I touched the Stanley Cup, saw all of the player trophies, and nearly got arrested. I left my room about 2pm, even though the draft didn't start till 7pm. I wanted to get there in lots of time, and i still needed to get a ticket don't forget! So I get to the main bus stop a few blocks from my hotel. I really don't know if it is indeed a main stop, but there were homeless people begging for change, so i figured it had to be a pretty big stop. I asked a bus driver, who is actually getting off the bus for a shift change, about how I should get to Scotiabank place. He says follow me, and starts walking and talking about how the arena is in a shitty area, and they have special buses running to and from Kanata (the city where the arena is in) starting at 5pm. Anyways, he's yapping and telling me all this info, and I'm just trying to remember half the shit he says cause he keeps talking and talking. He tells me the that I'm crazy for going so early, tells me that i should have already purchased a ticket, tells me that Wade Redden, a d-man for the Sens does blow on a regular basis, tells me that the Leafs suck, tells me the Sens suck, and tells me to catch the 96 from McKenzie bridge and get off at Terry Fox Way. (last stop) As he finishes his crazy speech, I think I see a man by the name of Bradley Hamar. I went to school with him, and hadn't seen him in probably three or four years at least. HAMAR I yell across the mall. Nothing. Now, I was pretty sure it was him. After high school, he started getting lots of tattoos and pircings, so he was fairly recognizable. Again, and for the last time because i don't want to be that crazy dude who yells at people in the mall, I cry HAMAR. He turns around. Looks at me. Confused. Smiles. Brad! We laugh at the extreme randomness of meeting in Ottawa in a mall. He was on his way to work, so we agree to meet up later in the night when I get back to town after the draft. I catch my bus, and get all the way to Terry Fox Way, which takes about 35 minutes. Once out of the downtown core, Ottawa looks less like Victoria, and more like Ontario. The streets are all shitty, due to extreme weather. The houses are all shitty, due to extreme weather. The ride is shitty, due to the fact I'm on a bus. Outside my stop, there is a giant box store mall. Costcos and Staples and Canadian tire (Oh, My). Its about 3pm, and want to grab a bite to eat before I get to ScotiaBank because I don't want to eat pretzels and shitty hot dogs for lunch. I sit down at Montana's, which was right besides Kelsey's. I order a chicken club wrap. It was alright. I get a giant 56oz mug of Beer. It was fucking glorious. I finish up, and ask my server to call a cab. There were no buses that ran to the arena, and apparently it was only a 5 minute drive away. I sit outside, and wait for my cab, which my server tells me will be here 'very shortly' I wait, wait wait..... half an hour goes by. Still waiting. Its now just after 4, and i wanted to be there by 4 and my plans are not going as planned. I go inside, ask my server about the cab, and she says, oh my they should have been here by now. She phones and asked how long, and she tells me, shortly. How did I go from VERY shortly thirty minutes ago, to now just shortly. I say fuck you cab and I start walking. Now, I could see the arena from the parking lot. It looked about 15-25 minutes away at a medium paced walk. Off I go. I cut across this road, another. I walk down a dirt path, that I have no idea where it will go. I can see the highway. It is in my way of the arena. I keep walking. 15, 20 minutes go by. I am near the highway, and the arena. I can smell the hot dogs, pizza, and expensive beer. I can see the highway. How the fuck am i going to cut across a 6 lane highway at almost 5pm on a Friday. Well, my solution was to walk along side the highway, until I get to an exit, or catch a break in traffic. Easier said then done. There is a five foot fence preventing me and anyone else from attempting the ultimate J walk. I see up the road that the fence it missing. I cut across a grass field, across some property that is some sort of school for expecting mothers, and get to my best possible spot for hopping onto the highway. One problem. There is about five or six feet and VERY tall grass, taller then almost two feet I'm in already. I can see water. It is a ditch filled with water and tall tall grass. I cant jump, i cant fly, I cant go back. I stand there for five minutes. I hear a voice, angry. HEY, THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY! Perfect, just what i needed. I look back, some old pregnant bitch is yelling from across the field I just cut through. I decide I cant jump, I have no idea how deep the water is, and don't have a change of clothes for shoes with me. I wave the prego and start walking back the way I came. It is now 5:30, and have to walk back 20 minutes into town. I finally get back to a real building. It's Canadian Tire. I call a cab from inside, and I get picked up 30 minutes later. I get to the draft at 6:30. It starts at 7:15. I don't have a ticket. I start looking and listening for scalpers. Nothing. So i start looking for ways to sneak in. There is a door that is unattended, so I walk through with a group of others. Presto. I'm inside. Beautiful arena. There are two large stair cases to my left a right, and ticket windows in front. I decide to try the ticket window, as there are people scanning tickets up the stairs. I ask, even though I am 99 percent positive they are sold out, the lady for a ticket. She says... Just one? Yes, just one. She turns around, grabs a ticket, places it on the counter and says enjoy the draft. Just like that. No money, no worries. I got myself a ticket. I turn around and say to myself Well, that was easy. I walk to my seat, see all the trophies and the cup along the way and had a great rest of the night at the draft. All kinds of craziness. I know all the hockey fans read about everything already, and i know all the non hockey fans don't give a rats ass. I had a riot.
Meeting Drew:
I am on Drews couch right now. We met up last night for a few drinks and such. Good times. I have a lot i could keep writing about, but my fingers hurt from the above stories. I think ill write a blog all about Burlington, where Drew lives, in a few days. Until then.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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Danny DeVito and Draft Day
Ahh, it has finally arrived. I am very excited!
I got some sleep last night, which is awesome. I feel grrrreat! It is a beautiful day in Ottawa today. Not too much to report actually. I went for breakfast at Dunns again today. Sweet. I had a hot black server that made me nervous. How i love black chicks.
I was down in the "games room" which oddly enough does not have games, rather a nice big screen TV, a wide range of VHS movies, and five or six leather couches. I was sitting down, on a couch away from the TV watching a movie of my own on my DVD player. Into the Wild. I purchased it at HMV earlier in the day. What a fucking great movie. I think it changed my life. Anyways, that's not what this little diddy is about. There was a group of four older people, id say from 40-55 years old watching some shitty Danny DeVito movie together. This one really fat guy kept talking through out the whole movie. You know the type... "I bet Danny DeVito is going to kill that guy", "I think Danny DeVito is going to steal that gold." "I think Danny DeVito is...." so on and so on. He was driving me mental, let alone the people he was watching the movie with. The least he could do is use the Character name, and not Danny DeVito every five seconds. Anyways, it was obviously a shitty movie, I could tell by all the shitty plot twists going on. But the dude just kept talking and talking. "I think hes going to double cross that lady for the gold" "I bet the gold isn't even in the back of that truck" SHUT THE FUCK UP. Not only are you ruining MY movie, the people watching your movie are going to sneak into your room and smother your fat ass with a pillow! ... ok I just had to get that out of my system.
Oh yeah... so I eventually put my head phones on to stop the fat man from pissing me off any more. So I'm watching my movie, having a good time when I get the look of a life time. There are tours of our hostel at night, because it used to be a jail and is supposedly haunted, and people have nothing better to do with there time in Ottawa. Anyways, before this groups of tourist walks through our "Gaming room" to get the basement, where apparently it was once used to hang people, I see them walking towards me through a window beside my couch. I pause my movie, so I don't get distracted while they walk by and make comments like "Oh my god, this is soooo creepy." I peer through the window and see hot girl. She is staring at me, clearly long before i saw her. She looks down all shy like, and i say to my self, Oh god shes hot, or something like that. The group opens the door to the games room, and starts walking by me in single file. The girl is near the back of the line, with other friends of hers. As she walks through door, looks over at me, smiles, I smile back. As he passes, she bits her lip all sexy like and just stares at me. I obviously just freeze and probably have this retarded look on my face. As she leaves the room, she turns around, waves and smiles at me. I give her my "Yeah, I'm hot, whats up!" head nod. (I have no game) Anyways, I had no idea what had just happened. I still don't. I didn't see her again, and still haven't. I was hoping she was staying at the hostel, but i really have no idea. I'll never see her again. I know you're all (assuming more then one person is reading all this) sitting there thinking, wow, Brad has been in Ottawa for 2 days, and he writes all this about a girl who looked at him? Well fuck off, it was awesome :)
Brief facts:
I have to plan my bus route to Scotiabank place. The arena is on the out skirts of the city, which makes no sense to me at all.
I am heading to Toronto in the morning.
I am not going to Montreal.
I am meeting a friend, Drew Collins for those of you who might know him, in Toronto tomorrow evening. We are going to his place, and then apparently going to a cabin or house that is on one of the great lakes to get drunk. Sounds fucking awesome to me. So ill try and write when I can. The hostel has free Internet, so it was easy to do so here. I will try my best to keep you posted on events and happenings. Take care all!
I got some sleep last night, which is awesome. I feel grrrreat! It is a beautiful day in Ottawa today. Not too much to report actually. I went for breakfast at Dunns again today. Sweet. I had a hot black server that made me nervous. How i love black chicks.
I was down in the "games room" which oddly enough does not have games, rather a nice big screen TV, a wide range of VHS movies, and five or six leather couches. I was sitting down, on a couch away from the TV watching a movie of my own on my DVD player. Into the Wild. I purchased it at HMV earlier in the day. What a fucking great movie. I think it changed my life. Anyways, that's not what this little diddy is about. There was a group of four older people, id say from 40-55 years old watching some shitty Danny DeVito movie together. This one really fat guy kept talking through out the whole movie. You know the type... "I bet Danny DeVito is going to kill that guy", "I think Danny DeVito is going to steal that gold." "I think Danny DeVito is...." so on and so on. He was driving me mental, let alone the people he was watching the movie with. The least he could do is use the Character name, and not Danny DeVito every five seconds. Anyways, it was obviously a shitty movie, I could tell by all the shitty plot twists going on. But the dude just kept talking and talking. "I think hes going to double cross that lady for the gold" "I bet the gold isn't even in the back of that truck" SHUT THE FUCK UP. Not only are you ruining MY movie, the people watching your movie are going to sneak into your room and smother your fat ass with a pillow! ... ok I just had to get that out of my system.
Oh yeah... so I eventually put my head phones on to stop the fat man from pissing me off any more. So I'm watching my movie, having a good time when I get the look of a life time. There are tours of our hostel at night, because it used to be a jail and is supposedly haunted, and people have nothing better to do with there time in Ottawa. Anyways, before this groups of tourist walks through our "Gaming room" to get the basement, where apparently it was once used to hang people, I see them walking towards me through a window beside my couch. I pause my movie, so I don't get distracted while they walk by and make comments like "Oh my god, this is soooo creepy." I peer through the window and see hot girl. She is staring at me, clearly long before i saw her. She looks down all shy like, and i say to my self, Oh god shes hot, or something like that. The group opens the door to the games room, and starts walking by me in single file. The girl is near the back of the line, with other friends of hers. As she walks through door, looks over at me, smiles, I smile back. As he passes, she bits her lip all sexy like and just stares at me. I obviously just freeze and probably have this retarded look on my face. As she leaves the room, she turns around, waves and smiles at me. I give her my "Yeah, I'm hot, whats up!" head nod. (I have no game) Anyways, I had no idea what had just happened. I still don't. I didn't see her again, and still haven't. I was hoping she was staying at the hostel, but i really have no idea. I'll never see her again. I know you're all (assuming more then one person is reading all this) sitting there thinking, wow, Brad has been in Ottawa for 2 days, and he writes all this about a girl who looked at him? Well fuck off, it was awesome :)
Brief facts:
I have to plan my bus route to Scotiabank place. The arena is on the out skirts of the city, which makes no sense to me at all.
I am heading to Toronto in the morning.
I am not going to Montreal.
I am meeting a friend, Drew Collins for those of you who might know him, in Toronto tomorrow evening. We are going to his place, and then apparently going to a cabin or house that is on one of the great lakes to get drunk. Sounds fucking awesome to me. So ill try and write when I can. The hostel has free Internet, so it was easy to do so here. I will try my best to keep you posted on events and happenings. Take care all!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
First breakfast in ottawa
Mmmm... I do love a good breakfast.
My first night was a little awkward. I didn't go into my room, which had 7 other people in it, until around 4am. I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake anyone. I open the door with my cool little key (there is really nothing cool about it, it looks just like a normal key) and I walk in. I turn around to close the door gently just to realize it is one of the doors that SLAMS on its own. So I woke everyone up. So then I had the task of trying not to make any noise while changing into something to sleep in. It was like 25 degrees in my room, so that sucks. It took me 10 minutes to take my pants off. I already felt bad enough for waking everyone up, the last thing I wanted to do was keep them up. I lied in bed for about an hour and a half. I couldn't sleep. I was just lying there. I was on the bottom bunk, and I kept thinking about that scene in Black Sheep when Farley and Spade are in the bunk beds. The roof rips off due to high winds, and it starts to hail. Farley had claimed, I got dibs on top bunk. Anyways, I started laughing out loud to myself for a few minutes, so everyone in my room thinks I'm a fucking retard. Oh well. I'd say I got about 2 hours of on and off sleep. I think im going to move into a room without seven other people snoring and farting in it. Just a thought.
So anyways, I went out to wonder the streets this morning to find a place to eat breakfast. I was kinda lost when I saw a subway (eat shit) so I kept walking. Then I found the gold mine. Dunns Deli. (The "Breakfast Dunn right" sign got me) I got a table and sat down. Now it was more of a restaurant then a deli, so don't get confused. Anyways, Amy my server, who had a HUGE ass, gives me a menu. BREAKFAST SPECIAL it reads. 2 eggs any style, bacon or ham, hash browns, toast AND coffee for...... $2.99.... !!!! I started freaking out and asking Amy all sorts of weird questions. Is this a typo? Do I have to live in Ottawa to get this amazing deal? Sure enough, It was not a typo, and anyone could order it. So i did. It was awesome. I gave her a ten dollar bill because i thought she deserved it (HUGE ASS) and was on my way. As i mentioned before, I was somewhat lost, so I just kept walking around downtown. A few observations I made were as follows.
Ottawa has homeless people. That's cute.
Ottawa is very beautiful.
Ottawa is very similar to Victoria, just everyone speaks french. It blows me away. You cant go a city block with out someone talking some shit i don't understand. I was walking through a park of some sorts, and there were a bunch of kids on a school event. I was a few meters behind the pack when I heard them all yell "LE CHATEAU! LE CHATEAU"... I thought to myself, what the fuck does Chateau mean. Dog? Window? I have idea. But i have never been that excited to see a Dog OR a window, so I ignored them and kept walking. Speaking of walking, it started to rain, but its like 25 degrees. To hot to wear a rain coat, to wet not too. I was stunned. I had no idea what to do, so i found my way back to the hostel and started writing this blog. It looks like it stopped raining, so I'm going to continue my walks. God speed.
My first night was a little awkward. I didn't go into my room, which had 7 other people in it, until around 4am. I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake anyone. I open the door with my cool little key (there is really nothing cool about it, it looks just like a normal key) and I walk in. I turn around to close the door gently just to realize it is one of the doors that SLAMS on its own. So I woke everyone up. So then I had the task of trying not to make any noise while changing into something to sleep in. It was like 25 degrees in my room, so that sucks. It took me 10 minutes to take my pants off. I already felt bad enough for waking everyone up, the last thing I wanted to do was keep them up. I lied in bed for about an hour and a half. I couldn't sleep. I was just lying there. I was on the bottom bunk, and I kept thinking about that scene in Black Sheep when Farley and Spade are in the bunk beds. The roof rips off due to high winds, and it starts to hail. Farley had claimed, I got dibs on top bunk. Anyways, I started laughing out loud to myself for a few minutes, so everyone in my room thinks I'm a fucking retard. Oh well. I'd say I got about 2 hours of on and off sleep. I think im going to move into a room without seven other people snoring and farting in it. Just a thought.
So anyways, I went out to wonder the streets this morning to find a place to eat breakfast. I was kinda lost when I saw a subway (eat shit) so I kept walking. Then I found the gold mine. Dunns Deli. (The "Breakfast Dunn right" sign got me) I got a table and sat down. Now it was more of a restaurant then a deli, so don't get confused. Anyways, Amy my server, who had a HUGE ass, gives me a menu. BREAKFAST SPECIAL it reads. 2 eggs any style, bacon or ham, hash browns, toast AND coffee for...... $2.99.... !!!! I started freaking out and asking Amy all sorts of weird questions. Is this a typo? Do I have to live in Ottawa to get this amazing deal? Sure enough, It was not a typo, and anyone could order it. So i did. It was awesome. I gave her a ten dollar bill because i thought she deserved it (HUGE ASS) and was on my way. As i mentioned before, I was somewhat lost, so I just kept walking around downtown. A few observations I made were as follows.
Ottawa has homeless people. That's cute.
Ottawa is very beautiful.
Ottawa is very similar to Victoria, just everyone speaks french. It blows me away. You cant go a city block with out someone talking some shit i don't understand. I was walking through a park of some sorts, and there were a bunch of kids on a school event. I was a few meters behind the pack when I heard them all yell "LE CHATEAU! LE CHATEAU"... I thought to myself, what the fuck does Chateau mean. Dog? Window? I have idea. But i have never been that excited to see a Dog OR a window, so I ignored them and kept walking. Speaking of walking, it started to rain, but its like 25 degrees. To hot to wear a rain coat, to wet not too. I was stunned. I had no idea what to do, so i found my way back to the hostel and started writing this blog. It looks like it stopped raining, so I'm going to continue my walks. God speed.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Well, that was fun. I arrived in Ottawa as planned. I am glad i didnt bus, because the 4 hour plane ride seemed to take forever. I got stuck in the "middle" seat. That sucks. The cool part was that i was between an old married couple. The first thing Grandma says to me.
I wouldnt sit there if I were you, my husband has horrible gas problems.
We laugh, make small talk for a few minutes, I complain about the middle seat. So old man McGee leans in and wispers I'll let you in on a little secret. The back row on the plane has nobody sitting in it. Go back there and snag the window seat before someone else does. So I proceed to grab my carry on and head to the last row. I get comfortable, and within two minutes of me sitting down a flight attendant asks me
Sir, can i see your ticket I think you're in the wrong seat.
Well, I say, I heard that nobody was sitting back here so I thought I would snag the window seat.
Sir, the flight is full, please return to your seat.
I go back to my seat, and Gram and Gramps start laughing at me.
How'd that work out for you?
Very funny guys.. thanks for that.
Needless to say, the flight was entertaining. The old lady got me a few beers on the flight to make up for jokes. She said she needed a drinking partner anyways.
Its freaking pouring rain here. Sweet.
The hostil is fucking freaky.
I watched Back to the Future part 2 just now. Good stuff.
I am going to try and sleep since it is almost 3am here.
Oh, by the way, the VERY best part of the flight was drinking beer and watchig the Ali G show at 32000 feet.
Stay tuned!
I wouldnt sit there if I were you, my husband has horrible gas problems.
We laugh, make small talk for a few minutes, I complain about the middle seat. So old man McGee leans in and wispers I'll let you in on a little secret. The back row on the plane has nobody sitting in it. Go back there and snag the window seat before someone else does. So I proceed to grab my carry on and head to the last row. I get comfortable, and within two minutes of me sitting down a flight attendant asks me
Sir, can i see your ticket I think you're in the wrong seat.
Well, I say, I heard that nobody was sitting back here so I thought I would snag the window seat.
Sir, the flight is full, please return to your seat.
I go back to my seat, and Gram and Gramps start laughing at me.
How'd that work out for you?
Very funny guys.. thanks for that.
Needless to say, the flight was entertaining. The old lady got me a few beers on the flight to make up for jokes. She said she needed a drinking partner anyways.
Its freaking pouring rain here. Sweet.
The hostil is fucking freaky.
I watched Back to the Future part 2 just now. Good stuff.
I am going to try and sleep since it is almost 3am here.
Oh, by the way, the VERY best part of the flight was drinking beer and watchig the Ali G show at 32000 feet.
Stay tuned!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
t-24 hours
Hey kids. I will be trying to keep a blog going of all my crazy adventures while I am away. My original plan was to bring a laptop so i could be constantly updating.. however that plan has changed because i DONT have a laptop. Funny how that works. Anyways, I'll be arriving in Ottawa around midnight est. I will try and update then or first thing in the morning. Wish me luck!
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