Jesus' Brother Bob

I love going out in the middle of the week. I used to go out 7 nights a week in my younger years but then again, I worked in the mall so my thinking requirements were at a mininum. But going out in the middle of the week is like playing hooky from school... you really shouldn't be having this much fun on a Wednesday... and last night I partied like it was the start of a long weekend.... here's to Big Wednesday.

The problem with Big Wednesday is I have not only one day of work to get through but 2..... ugh! kill me.

Last night was the Philosopher Kings Concert. I've said it before and I'll say it again..... there are 2 panty removers in the world: Gin & them..... so fruckin' hot... love them! So glad that I didn't go with a date.... nooooooo that would be silly! Why date when you can drink and 'think' you're funny to the point of hilarity? because let me tell you... I was ON FIRE... oh yea.. I'm one fuh-nee girl.

May be it's the way I started out my night. Last night was also my friend, Joooooohhhhnnnneeeee Laaaa-rooooooooo's surprise 40th birthday at La Bodega (a personal favourite.. Spanish Tapas) Anyways, we're sitting at a table and across from me is a pretty funny guy who jokes that you have to be somewhat memorable for him to remember your name (written out, that seems like an obvious statement but the implication was you should 'stand out') and he furthered the joke by shaking our hands & mis-pronouncing our names... (OK, so it sounds lame on here but stay with me.) Mark jokes with me... "Leanne, you could make YOUR impresion".. haha... yea.. yuck it up... Must I remind everyone I'm not easy... I'm "approachable".

Anyways, the night continues and as I'm sitting there talking to him, it occurs to me... I've made out with this guy! HS! ... I've totally made out with him. So now it's running through my head: Dude, you better remember my freakin' name.

So now I'm staring oddly at him which probably made him uncomfortable and perhaps why he switched seats but not before I was able to ask: Did you ever sing a song called "Jesus' Brother Bob"? to which he replied... "where have you heard me play that?" he mumbled. (for the slow: that night we had been at the Park Royal Pub where D&D were playing. The tongue bandit in question stepped in to sing the one song.)

So I'm convinced he forgot. Bell arrives looking hot, sits down across from me & beside him. I texted her what's going on because I'm dying and must divulge this funny secret. She busts a gut and gave me a thumbs up. All 3 of us are chatting when he casually mentions that I may have made out with him at one point.... YES!!!! you remember. Thank-you, that's all I want.... validation. Yes, ladies & gentlemen....I am THAT good. ha ha.

To my credit, that was sooo long ago... How long? you ask. That little stunt took place when I still owned a car! I remember, because afterwards, I drove him home... yea.. über hot. I'm your little transportational vixen.

After dinner it was off to the concert where I met up with Little Miss Prudham, her date & about 3 or 4 beers. Some guy we'll name "gut buster"met up with me at the Commadore. I dont' think i like him he over laughs at everything I say. I know I'm funny but not everything out of my mouth is a knee slapper. I met him back in June and both of us were supposed to attend the concert with dates that couldn't make it so we had a small rendez vous. Gut buster wasn't ready to call it a night after the concert, so we went to the Granville room for a drink. It's around this time that I think it's a great idea to start drinking gin martinis. (my martini of choice: dry gin martini... 2 olives... thanks.. I'm sure it will be waiting for me friday nite)

This is actually normal behaviour for me because the drunker I get, the harder my alcohol starts to become. I have been known in the past to 'slow down' with a double jack on the rocks.
(the logic being, I'm now sipping my bevies)

Gut buster insisted on walking me home which I wasn't prepared for. Let's face it, if I just imbibed in 2 of the biggest panty removers (Gin & P-Kings) & I still don't want you to touch me, you ain't doing sumpin' right.

Also wanted to ditch gut buster because I got a call from another friend letting me know they're drunk, they're on Granville & they're ready to party. I failed to connect with them as I passed out on my couch sitting up while holding my phone in my hand. Probably a good thing as that would have turned into one GIANT train wreck. Actually our phone calls were pretty painful in itself... he'd call & leave a msg... I'd call 2x back... no answer... he calls... leaves message... I call 3x back. So my thinking was if I just held the phone in my hand I won't miss the call. Yea.. no... he phoned me a total of 16x and left me 4 phone messages. (and don't go there... it's not one of THOSE phone calls.... it's a purely alcoholic to alcoholic emergency). I found out this morning that je THOUGHT he was on Granville street but was in fact near his house in the heart of Kits... way to stay in tuned with your surroundings buddy!

**this just in... email from Bell stating she's JUST driving home now...** Shit... is there anyone that DIDN'T party last night?

Big Wednesday: I salute you.