I'm a Male Model....

I really don't know what I was thinking when I got up and went for a run this morning. All this time I thought my lower back hurt due to my stodgy hip when it turns out in fact it has been my liver...

My newest theory (been having a lot of them lately) that partying & aging are like basketballs... when we were young we bounced back no problem. Now a days when you throw the ball it hits the ground hard with not much return. That's me... I'm a deflated ball.

The weekend was good. Got in late Thursday night as Thunderstorms in Calgary postponed our flights. Was good to see that my friends were firing it up regardless of the time.

Friday was mostly lounging around Jammer's all day which if the psycho had it her way, would have begun at 8:30. I woke that morning to her sneaking into my room shaking my toe telling me she has jet lag. When that didn't work, she grabbed my ankle, pulled out of bed & dragged me to her room where Dale & Nic were.... thanks.

I don't know, you tell me. Am I hardcore? I thought last weekend the headache I got was from the fact I had been up all night but am starting to think that it's indeed the gin. I thought I found a delicious new cocktail with Gin & Grapefruit juice but the searing headache returned. Then again when you return from the bar loaded at 6pm, pass out & wake up to just finish off a 26er of it on your own could also be the reason. I believe I was texting my friends: I'm a drinking machine!

Saturday was the pub crawl.... my friends are..... hmm........ interesting doesn't really cut it. Neither does fun nor obnoxious but rather they are a varied mix of the above splashed in with a little asshole.

Jammer (an entity all to her own) managed to get kicked out of the third bar because with one arm, swooped in and tackled the girl off the mechanical bull because Jammer decided she was taking too long. Am happy that her political career is one that is behind the scenes. (Jammer is on the left)



Jimmy pop wore his usual gay cowboy get up. He did later manage to rip off the sleeves.
The lunges were a nice touch too bad they were next to my head. At the end of the night, he ran out of money so instead of hailing a cab, he walked down the middle of the street where some people picked up him. A few miles from Jam's decide he's ass clown and kick him out & so he repeats the same thing to meet 2 large men & invited them into Jammer for beer. How he didn't beaten up, I will never know.


Also, I'll admit I can be a pretty good wing man but if I'm bored I can also be pretty mean. Sandra had met a boy & she wanted to go home with him & asked if it'd be a good idea to bring him back to the house, I say sure! I'll give you my room. Totally wanted to egg that on when in fact, no.... No, it's bad. Not the going home with him part but the bringing him to us part. We're mean.

For example we may tell you it doesn't matter what you think as you'll be gone in the morning anyways. Also, don't tell us you're a model cuz then we may prance around exclaiming "I'm a male model" over and over again. BUT, I needed a little showtime entertainment. The best was the morning. There's me, James, Tito and Jammer lounging & watching Mr & Mrs Smith when the lovebirds wake & come & join us. Someone asked Sandra if she ate any of the takeout we had & she answered No.... Buddy pipes up & says "Oh.... she ate!"

Right about then is when we called him a cab.