Things I'm Missing

I know the last thing you want to hear is some dick who's going on vacation complaining about....well....... about anything, really...

Well, I'm going to bitch, because that's what I do, damnit. So bite me.

First off, DC and a few of the guys we work with and went to high school with have bought quasi-season passes to the Blue Jays. Yeah, I guess we're getting sucked in by thr hype....Boston and NY are still really good....whatever. I'm likely one of the last dozen actual baseball fans left in Canada, so I'm excited. Now the annoying part. The home opener? Tuesday. Those bastards.

Secondly, on Monday the new Much VJ will be announced (vote for Rebecca here) and it's also a big big week on Prison Break (incidentally, I heard this morning that Fox has picked up their second season, which will be called Prison Break: Manhunt ...woo!).

Now, as for real reasons, I'm going to miss the Melissa-Amanda-Pat birthday extravaganza. Which this year is actually just the Melissa-Pat birthday extravaganza, as I have no idea what Amanda's up to, but there seems to be some doins a'transpirin' in O-town this weekend.... If you aren't overly familiar with these people, it's worth noting that Melissa, Amanda and Pat's birthday are the 1st, 3rd and 4th of April, respectively. Anyway, these dates being so close together beg to be morphed into one big Birthday-a-palooza...which they always were over our 4 years at Queen's (Melis and Panda are both former floormates of mine, and we met Pat in frosh week...)...and wow was that always a bad idea in retropect. A few particular incidents stand out, and if you know how things usually went down with us, when something stands out, it's a good story! Let's set the scene...each of these incidents took place during the last week of class, as that's when these dates always fell...

In first year, Pat got so drunk at Shoeless Joe's while we were there under the guise of "wing night" (read: cheap beer, too...) that he wasn't sure he could make it to bathroom without falling down and getting kicked out....so he peed under the table.

In second year, we had partied for the girl's birthdays on Tuesday, and so Wednesday (Pat's specific day) was a rough morning. He didn't even make it to class, actually. So, so reward him for his laziness (and missing a joke of a Dynamics quiz that had such fill-in-the-blank gems as F = m_ ), Justin, Jon and I (the make-it-to-class troopers that we were) decided to go back to their place and wake Pat up with shots...and a 60 of rye. Well, he was up...but huddled checking his email wrapped in his comforter. He didn't look too impressed with the bottle and the shot glasses...but he took it like a man. :) We then proceeded to kill that 60 (and another one) over the afternoon in their backyard (if memory serves, it was a gorgeous day, much like today) between us and the rest of the house, and a few others that came by.... Then we went to the 'Nog to see the (original) Shores and some cheap-ass Keith's. Highlights include Pat being told that if he got up one more time, he'd be kicked out...so Amanda (different Amanda fom above, actually...) sat on his lap to keep him in his chair.......only he bit her. It also took about 20 minutes the following morning to piece together how exactly the gf at the time and I had gotten there. Yes, we were unsure how was GOT TO THE BAR...

Yay us!

Anyway....I'm sure good times will be had by all this weekend in the Big 'O'...wish I was going to be there!

Kinda............ ;)