Oh Universe! What say the path you have chosen for me!???

Don't you ever find that life is full of innocent coincidences? You know the type, you think of one person & you go out for a coffee & you run into them on the street? Or perhaps you haven't heard from a friend in a really long time & all of the sudden the phone rings? Yes... those ones.

Well, my life is chalk full of them. Why just on Saturday night I dragged my sorry ass down to the Kingston Pub on Richards & Robson. Nice place. Great Patio. Horrible drinking games.

Yes, when left up to our own devices we (we... meaning them.. I was late) devised a game entitled: Teddy's Choice. Every table in the pub has a rolodex of drinks they offer. Bellini's, Mojito's what have you... Well, take them out of the rolodex, put them face down & force each other to pick a drink will make for an interesting evening... but don't be like me & decline what was offered because that only infuriates the dealer & you now must drink what is decided for you... what did I get? ya, awesome a Killer Zombie. It basically is what it sounds like... You could actually smell the booze as you brought it to your face. Of course that is probably because I'm drinking my alcohol nemesis... Rum. Yes, me & rum had a falling out back in grade 11 and we have never really been on good terms since. But being the whiny sport that I am, I bregrudingly downed the drink to only pick another one in the second round.

So yes, I'm drunk.

During some of our louder conversations, I got to recount the 24 hour relay and what fun it was to pull down pink spandex's pants & try and spank him... For those who have been following along you know what a sad demise that was & rather I got the spank that was heard around the beer garden.... If only life would insert post-it notes that said: Foreshadowing.

C-Hatch, Shaloa, Teddy & I were the last few still willing to slug out the evening down at Doolins and what we were about to see, I'm sure upsets some people for having missed. Yes, Shaloa and I were standing next to each other when a gentleman walked up next to us.... Shaloa looks at me... I looked at Shaloa & she says: It's him.. I say yes!

Yes, it was spandex man... except this time in Clothes. Unfortunately, that's where this story climaxes. That was pretty much it... He remembered me and ya, he started talking to a girl, his friend tried to chat me up (worst pick-up attempt. EVER!) and then we decided we wanted poutine (fries, cheese curds & gravy.. THE BEST DRUNK SNACK!!!!!). Apparently, he had never been turned down for poutine before... all I can say is.. REALLY? I doubt that. (K, I'm mean but he was pretty futile. I actually said to him... "why don't you actually try & see what I say"... he did.. I said, "Ya, I want poutine").

However.... one's mans attempt at a pick up did stick. Not on me but one of the brood did do the digit exchange... Yes, earlier in the day she had gone shopping and brought out the double guns that night (excuse the pun) but she was very motor boat worthy....

We're women. We have the breasts... We love them & we hate them at the same time. I mean we like feeling feminine but then when you play sports they get in the way. So anyways, the new clothes that she acquired we're of the low cut variety but put the girls on display in a very flattering light and yes, she was receiving a bit of attention (honey, you looked hot!) She commented at one point "Wow, it's kinda sad that it has to resort to this". True, I would love to think that our winning personalities would be what blows men over when we meet them in drinking establishments but .............. Ya, I live in the real world.

I supposed that sometimes you need to use a flashier lure in order to get a bigger fish. We all agree... why can't you just club men over the head like you do in fishing... would make it so much easier & you wouldn't wiggle around as much... ;)

I've also decided that having a Yard Sale is an acceptable excuse to drink on your front lawn.

and this just in...... the step monster was nice to me. I'm not sure what to do with that... I think the end of days is here.