Happy Guiness Day!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day... and all that bollocks. Ha ha. Tonight, I'm not gonna pretend to be Irish... I'm not Irish, nor do I necessarily want to pretend I'm Irish. Sure, I might throw on the very weak accent and such for a laugh or two, but I'm probably not gonna dress up like a leprechaun and I'm certainly not gonna praise Roy Keane as a good footballer.

But I am gonna get wasted. And I'm gonna do my best to drink a lot of Guiness tonight. When in Rome... or when on Ireland's day, right? I think it's a nice gesture to drink it until you vomit... and that's what I intend to do. And then pretend to die tomorrow... that'll be the only pretending I'm gonna do. Woo hoo!

Well, it's the calm before the storm, me thinks, here at work. I thought I was gonna drown in a sea of filings today, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I had quite a bit to look after this morning, which wasn't as bad as I thought it might be and now its just after 11am and I have nothing to do at the moment. I am expecting a bigger document sometime this afternoon, possibly for filing today. It's kind of scary to think that this might happen... but I'm supposing that it is possible since there isn't a great deal else coming in at the moment.

I really should make a phone call in regards to this though...

It doesn't quite feel like it, but I've sure been busy so far this month. I guess without a helping hand for the last couple weeks, I have had to take the brunt of the workload, which is alright, obviously. I have been able to still post on here on the Tales and do all my Hockey Pool updates as well, so it can't be all bad. I am reaching a month's best in number of filings so far this month in 2006, but nowhere near the amount of pages converted. Yes, yes... I'm a little bit of a statistical freak.

I have done more pages this month than all my help has done this year... this includes Devin, Lee & Troy... also including the one day that Hideo spent with us as well. Ha ha. It's been quite the month, so far.

Last night, I decided to dive into a few beers before playing floor hockey last night. I sorta forgot in my plans to keep myself for tonight, that I was gonna play floor hockey and that I play better on a few drinks. So, after I got out of the office an hour later than usual, thanks to some terrible filings and an episode of the Simpsons, I headed into Sunnyside and just sat in the local pub there, which is only a few blocks away from the Rec Centre. There I had a decent plate of fish & chips, a few bottles of Keiths and watched the Hurricanes/Canadiens play, before they turned it to the Flames/Oilers game.

I didn't stick around for much of the Flames game, I had to get back to the Rec Centre so I can make sure that my pads didn't fall apart on me in the game. On the way back though, I did stop in to the gas station to pick up a bottle of Gatorade for the game, when I spotted the controversial cover of March's Playboy, with Jessica Alba.

'Well,' I thought to myself, 'I've begun to see the new issue on newsstands here and there and since she made a big stink about her picture being on the cover, there might be a little bit of value to it as well. Plus, it's been since I was in England when I last bought an issue... so what the hell.'

Did you know it's really tough to find a lot of stores that carry Playboy in England? And it's so much easier to buy it there too... it's much classier than a lot of those lads' mags that they sell... but they show a little bit 'more' of the female form, so then it's classed as porn. Go figure.

Nevertheless, I did manage to pick it up and was quite pleased with myself that I did find it before it was pulled for the new issue.

The games of floor hockey turned out to be pretty good... I got shelled in net, as per usual, but made a pretty good game of it all. This was the second week in a row that I didn't wear my mask in the game. I took a ball off the face, which only careened off and into the top corner of the net. That one hurt the pride more than anything else.

There were three games, two of them headed into overtime... unfortunately, I lost two of the three games... the second loss, in overtime, on a scramble in front... the ball just floating over top of me as I'm falling to the floor, lifting my glove to try and catch it or knock it out of harm's way, failing... all happening in that slightest of slow-motion moments. 'Nooooooo!' That kinda sucked... but it was overall, a good night for exercise.

The fog rolled in pretty badly on the drive home last night. Once I passed over Deerfoot Trail, the fog was already thick and low. Outside the city limits, where there is very few lights, it became much more of a challenge to see more than 20 metres ahead, but luckily the trip consisted of straight lines, with a few turns in lighted areas (namely, Chestermere), so I had no problems resuming normal driving speeds with little to no fear about veering off the beaten path and blazing new trails in any farm land or back yards.

I pulled into the Wildfire, as I was sure Benny was gonna be there. There was still some remnants of people in there, probably some of which watched the Flames game in there. Impact John was in there having a beer as well. Greg was testing out his brand new sound system in the bar, making sure the sub worked and all the speakers were at a level that only dogs can hear... ha ha!

Benny, a few beers in by the time I had arrived, had a real burr under his saddle with Jeff. Apparently, Jeff had come in with John and sat down at the bar with Benny and Benny was trying to break through the cold demeanour of Jeff. Jeff's demeanour casused by the constant ribbing, which was sort of inevitable given the circumstances of his mistakes... to which Benny later learned that he had a falling out with Jeff, unbeknownst to him.

Now, granted... I thought the falling out with both of us was quite apparent... Jeff doesn't call anymore, he didn't call nor show up when I saw him on Friday night before Benny and I headed out into town... he doesn't MSN... he just does everything without us. It was as plain as day to me, but I'm not necessarily fussed. I did ream him out a couple weeks ago and I still stand by everything I said... not that it seemed to make any effect on Jeff, except he know bears his soul to John instead of us. Ha ha. Now John, is getting rather aggrevated with him and agrees that Jeff still has some growing up to do. John actually thought that Jeff was the ripe old age of 23 or something like it, the way he's been acting. 'fraid not, John... he's older than both Benny and myself.

So, there was some interesting conversation brought up by Benny about the neighbourhood situation... I can't really be bothered by a lot of it, but Benny is still trying to figure it all out. Fair enough, they are (or possibly were) good mates beforehand. I'm wondering if this will all come to pass this weekend... who knows? Not me. I'm honestly looking forward to being out of Langdon... living wise. I'm sure I'll visit more often than I might go on.

And that was pretty much the night. I only stayed for a couple... heading home and to bed before midnight. And now I'm ready to get this party started with a can of Guiness for lunch, which I'm gonna go get right about now.