Blur.
The following takes place on Thursday March 16th, 2006.
As I got back from accounting class I thought about doing some laundry. The house is going out to Riley's tonight for some beer and pool. I really don't have time for laundry. So we all gather ready to go, and of course we have to wait for Cedric who takes longer than a woman to get ready sometimes. It's around 22:00 hours, and as we stand outside in front of Adam's car we are then faced with the dilemma of how we are all going to fit inside. "Shotgun not the tampon!" Cedric says. I start laughing. Rob is a bit confused. "Not the tampon?" He asked. "He means not sitting in the middle Rob." I said.
Cedric actually sits in the front. Scott and Mira fit in the back with me and Rob. We drive to the bar and park in this parking lot across the street from it. "We'll catch up with you guys." Scott says with a grin on his face. "What? You're not coming?" Asked Adam. "They're going to smoke up." I explained.
We walk into the bar and I am met face to face with the ex girlfriend and her click of roomates and business students who are aquintances. I kinda just put my hand up with my palm facing out towards her. She does the same. Adam, Rob and myself get a table by the window overlooking George street. My eye catches Kim Sanderson and she notices me too. She smiles and waves "Hi!" I walk over dodging the waiter and go up to greet her. "Hey how's it going?" She asked. "Oh great, how are you?" I replied. I don't know what to do at this point, do we hug? I mean we don't really know each other that well. We maybe talked like twice on the way to class. She motions for a hug (at least it appeared so) and I motion for a handshake. She backs off on the hug and I back off on the hand shake. So we just continue the conversation. "So what are you doing here?" I ask, and she tells me it is sort of an after gathering after some business event. She asks me the same question and I explain to her that it's my roomates birthday. "Ok well it was great seeing you again." I say and she smiles and wishes me a good time. I reach out and touch her hip and walk off.
"We got a pitcher of Stella." Adam says to me. "How much are they?" I ask. "Sixteen fifty." Rob says, "Not too bad of a price for an imported beer." He argues. I disagree though, I think that's a bit of a steep price. I know I will have to end up getting one of the rounds so I head over to the ATM machine in the adjacent bar with the pool tables. I pop in my card and decide on 40 dollars. PLEASE WAIT WHILE YOUR TRANSACTION IS PROCESSING. Why is it taking such a long time? Before I know it someone has just put me in a choke hold. I look back and it's Chris Beattie, one of my group members for HRM. "Hey man, how's it going?" He says and we shake hands.
"Pretty good, pretty good. Just taking some cash out for some pitchers."
"Right on. Yeah I'm just here with some buddies."
"Cool, where you sitting?"
"By the window looking at the street there."
"Oh ya? Same with us, probably on the other side from you."
"Oh ok, well I'll be right back gotta use the washroom."
He leaves and finally my cash comes out, seriously took that long. I put it all in my wallet and watch a bit of NCAA basketball until he gets back. I pretend I'm interested in what's going on. He gets back and we talk for a bit more and I return to my table. Scott, Mira and Cedric are there this time when I get back.
Our entire house is together in one spot. It is one of the few occasions where this happens. Rob and Cedric start to light up a cigarette. I really don't like the cigarette smoke cause it makes my eyes feel irritated. I don't say anything though cause it's just one smoke. As we converse and joke around I look out to the lonely street outside the window. No cars pass by and the orange glow from the street lamps are outshined by the light coming from the local No Frills store. I look over and Rob and Cedric have lit up another cigarette. "What the. You guys just had a fucking cigarette." I said. "Well that's cause we're on another drink." He responds. Such tomfoolery. I reach over and grab Rob's cigarettes. "Well that won't stop Cedric from smoking." quips Adam. But I am the wiser. I know that Rob doesn't have his cigarettes, he will not smoke, and if he doesn't smoke than Cedric won't. And if Cedric smokes without Rob then he'd have to offer one of his cigarettes. Sure enough it worked.
We're on our second pitcher now and we are all just trashed. Plus we all went up to the bar to do a shot with Scott. I am not even sure how it turned up in our conversation, but it is worth mentioning. We are talking about Adam and his mom, and Adam says "I don't care, my mom is hot." and we all just start laughing and shake our heads. "Yeah, he slept with his mom too!" I said in joke. "Hey! Nothing really happend." Adam responded. At this point we are all laughing in hysterics. "So is that how Zack was made?" Rob joked. Scott gets up from the table and leaves because he is laughing too much. Rob just has a look of disbelief and asks "Adam. Why do you set yourself up like that?" I leave for the washroom too. Scott and I could not believe Adam said that.
We get back to the bar and the nachos arrive and we all dig in. Afterwards Scott and I do a shot of liquid cocaine. We pay our bill and go play some pool. We keep playing games and drinking more beer. In my first game I couldn't even break to start the game. "I'm too drunk guys, you break." I said. We continue playing and Adam, Mira and Cedric leave. Rob and Scott are playing and Rob wins because Scott sinks the white ball on the eight ball shot. He just dumps his cue stick and walks away. Me and Rob play the final game. We are both just missing easy shots. "The balls are all a blur." I argue. He is down to his eight ball shot and I have three balls left on the table. In three shots I sink the three balls and set up the eight ball perfectly for the corner pocket. I missed. Then Rob won the game. Fed up with our drunken pool playing, we leave for Sin City and promise to return sober for some proper matches.
Sin City is fairly populated when we get in. Scott was worried they wouldn't let him in cause it's really obvious that he's just trashed. I right away go towards the dance floor to look for Kristen, Kelly and whoever is hanging around them. I can't really see anyone cause of my height, so I hope on top of the stage overlooking the dance floor. At the far back I see a black bald head. So I make my way there and surprise everyone. We all start dancing and eventually Rob and Scott find our location as well. They make the last call announcement and play the final songs, which are always slow songs.
Dirty Dancing - Time Of My Life
I take Kristen and dance with her putting my hand on her hip and holding the hand up. She puts her hand on my hip too. I quickly put her hand on my shoulder. Rob is dancing beside us with Kristen's friend Daniella. He still has a beer in his hand and he has his classic drunkin look* on his face. They dance in one spot but go around in a circular motion. That's why you never let a girl lead, you'll end up getting dizzy. Each time that he circles round to face me he puts his beer bottle to my cheek on my face. And each time he does that I continue the joke and make a sexy face and an attempt to lick the bottle. Rob chuckles each time it happens. After the sixth time I take the bottle and put it in his mouth causing Kristen, Rob and I to laugh a bunch more. Then on the final circle round he tips the beer into my mouth. Blah, this beer is warm. The song ends and we head home.
We stop at City Lights though and order two medium poutines. We compliment the guy at the back for making some stellar poutines. The way home is really cold, the wind picked up and it even stopped me from eating my food. Scott wanted to stop at the Macs, so I finished my fries in there. Some woman comes up to me. "Do you have a dollar or a twonie I can borrow?" She asks. "Not me, I had to borrow from this guy." I respond. She continues to ask everybody that walks in. As we're walking away Scott yells back at her: "Fucking crack whore peice of shit, you ain't getting a fucking dollar from me you bitch." And we all laugh hysterically. She starts to yell something back but could not muster a loud enough voice to reach our ears so we just continue laughing.
We walk into our house and play a little N64 before crashing.
What a night.
*Rob's eyes get squinty, and a smile on his face.
As I got back from accounting class I thought about doing some laundry. The house is going out to Riley's tonight for some beer and pool. I really don't have time for laundry. So we all gather ready to go, and of course we have to wait for Cedric who takes longer than a woman to get ready sometimes. It's around 22:00 hours, and as we stand outside in front of Adam's car we are then faced with the dilemma of how we are all going to fit inside. "Shotgun not the tampon!" Cedric says. I start laughing. Rob is a bit confused. "Not the tampon?" He asked. "He means not sitting in the middle Rob." I said.
Cedric actually sits in the front. Scott and Mira fit in the back with me and Rob. We drive to the bar and park in this parking lot across the street from it. "We'll catch up with you guys." Scott says with a grin on his face. "What? You're not coming?" Asked Adam. "They're going to smoke up." I explained.
We walk into the bar and I am met face to face with the ex girlfriend and her click of roomates and business students who are aquintances. I kinda just put my hand up with my palm facing out towards her. She does the same. Adam, Rob and myself get a table by the window overlooking George street. My eye catches Kim Sanderson and she notices me too. She smiles and waves "Hi!" I walk over dodging the waiter and go up to greet her. "Hey how's it going?" She asked. "Oh great, how are you?" I replied. I don't know what to do at this point, do we hug? I mean we don't really know each other that well. We maybe talked like twice on the way to class. She motions for a hug (at least it appeared so) and I motion for a handshake. She backs off on the hug and I back off on the hand shake. So we just continue the conversation. "So what are you doing here?" I ask, and she tells me it is sort of an after gathering after some business event. She asks me the same question and I explain to her that it's my roomates birthday. "Ok well it was great seeing you again." I say and she smiles and wishes me a good time. I reach out and touch her hip and walk off.
"We got a pitcher of Stella." Adam says to me. "How much are they?" I ask. "Sixteen fifty." Rob says, "Not too bad of a price for an imported beer." He argues. I disagree though, I think that's a bit of a steep price. I know I will have to end up getting one of the rounds so I head over to the ATM machine in the adjacent bar with the pool tables. I pop in my card and decide on 40 dollars. PLEASE WAIT WHILE YOUR TRANSACTION IS PROCESSING. Why is it taking such a long time? Before I know it someone has just put me in a choke hold. I look back and it's Chris Beattie, one of my group members for HRM. "Hey man, how's it going?" He says and we shake hands.
"Pretty good, pretty good. Just taking some cash out for some pitchers."
"Right on. Yeah I'm just here with some buddies."
"Cool, where you sitting?"
"By the window looking at the street there."
"Oh ya? Same with us, probably on the other side from you."
"Oh ok, well I'll be right back gotta use the washroom."
He leaves and finally my cash comes out, seriously took that long. I put it all in my wallet and watch a bit of NCAA basketball until he gets back. I pretend I'm interested in what's going on. He gets back and we talk for a bit more and I return to my table. Scott, Mira and Cedric are there this time when I get back.
Our entire house is together in one spot. It is one of the few occasions where this happens. Rob and Cedric start to light up a cigarette. I really don't like the cigarette smoke cause it makes my eyes feel irritated. I don't say anything though cause it's just one smoke. As we converse and joke around I look out to the lonely street outside the window. No cars pass by and the orange glow from the street lamps are outshined by the light coming from the local No Frills store. I look over and Rob and Cedric have lit up another cigarette. "What the. You guys just had a fucking cigarette." I said. "Well that's cause we're on another drink." He responds. Such tomfoolery. I reach over and grab Rob's cigarettes. "Well that won't stop Cedric from smoking." quips Adam. But I am the wiser. I know that Rob doesn't have his cigarettes, he will not smoke, and if he doesn't smoke than Cedric won't. And if Cedric smokes without Rob then he'd have to offer one of his cigarettes. Sure enough it worked.
We're on our second pitcher now and we are all just trashed. Plus we all went up to the bar to do a shot with Scott. I am not even sure how it turned up in our conversation, but it is worth mentioning. We are talking about Adam and his mom, and Adam says "I don't care, my mom is hot." and we all just start laughing and shake our heads. "Yeah, he slept with his mom too!" I said in joke. "Hey! Nothing really happend." Adam responded. At this point we are all laughing in hysterics. "So is that how Zack was made?" Rob joked. Scott gets up from the table and leaves because he is laughing too much. Rob just has a look of disbelief and asks "Adam. Why do you set yourself up like that?" I leave for the washroom too. Scott and I could not believe Adam said that.
We get back to the bar and the nachos arrive and we all dig in. Afterwards Scott and I do a shot of liquid cocaine. We pay our bill and go play some pool. We keep playing games and drinking more beer. In my first game I couldn't even break to start the game. "I'm too drunk guys, you break." I said. We continue playing and Adam, Mira and Cedric leave. Rob and Scott are playing and Rob wins because Scott sinks the white ball on the eight ball shot. He just dumps his cue stick and walks away. Me and Rob play the final game. We are both just missing easy shots. "The balls are all a blur." I argue. He is down to his eight ball shot and I have three balls left on the table. In three shots I sink the three balls and set up the eight ball perfectly for the corner pocket. I missed. Then Rob won the game. Fed up with our drunken pool playing, we leave for Sin City and promise to return sober for some proper matches.
Sin City is fairly populated when we get in. Scott was worried they wouldn't let him in cause it's really obvious that he's just trashed. I right away go towards the dance floor to look for Kristen, Kelly and whoever is hanging around them. I can't really see anyone cause of my height, so I hope on top of the stage overlooking the dance floor. At the far back I see a black bald head. So I make my way there and surprise everyone. We all start dancing and eventually Rob and Scott find our location as well. They make the last call announcement and play the final songs, which are always slow songs.
Dirty Dancing - Time Of My Life
I take Kristen and dance with her putting my hand on her hip and holding the hand up. She puts her hand on my hip too. I quickly put her hand on my shoulder. Rob is dancing beside us with Kristen's friend Daniella. He still has a beer in his hand and he has his classic drunkin look* on his face. They dance in one spot but go around in a circular motion. That's why you never let a girl lead, you'll end up getting dizzy. Each time that he circles round to face me he puts his beer bottle to my cheek on my face. And each time he does that I continue the joke and make a sexy face and an attempt to lick the bottle. Rob chuckles each time it happens. After the sixth time I take the bottle and put it in his mouth causing Kristen, Rob and I to laugh a bunch more. Then on the final circle round he tips the beer into my mouth. Blah, this beer is warm. The song ends and we head home.
We stop at City Lights though and order two medium poutines. We compliment the guy at the back for making some stellar poutines. The way home is really cold, the wind picked up and it even stopped me from eating my food. Scott wanted to stop at the Macs, so I finished my fries in there. Some woman comes up to me. "Do you have a dollar or a twonie I can borrow?" She asks. "Not me, I had to borrow from this guy." I respond. She continues to ask everybody that walks in. As we're walking away Scott yells back at her: "Fucking crack whore peice of shit, you ain't getting a fucking dollar from me you bitch." And we all laugh hysterically. She starts to yell something back but could not muster a loud enough voice to reach our ears so we just continue laughing.
We walk into our house and play a little N64 before crashing.
What a night.
*Rob's eyes get squinty, and a smile on his face.
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