What a Good Party!!

Well good morning Sunday... I'm up good and early and thought I would dabble on the Tales to catch up a bit. Unfortunately, my camera never made it out with me, so the weekend thus far isn't going to be illustrated. I know... it's rather shitty.

Friday afternoon started with a trip out to Langdon to go pick up Munden. Munden called in the afternoon and said he did a number on his Mustang, blowing 3 out of the 4 tires on his car, so he needed a ride to Tom's place. So I reluctantly agreed and thought that I could kill two birds with one stone, dropping off Benny's Red Wings jersey for him.

I got out of work a little early on Friday, so I was already in Langdon by 4:30pm and Benny was sittin' in the pub already. So I went and dropped off his jersey to him in there and sat and waited for Munden to call around 5pm to say he was ready. 5pm came around and Munden hadn't even left Tuscany yet... and then there was a huge accident on Deerfoot and it made traffic so slow... slower than normal around the Deerfoot and McKnight and all sorts. So after 4 beers with Benny, I had to get out of there or else it would have been a bit of a wild ride back into the city. Instead of another beer, I went and visited the parentals for a bit. Went in and said hello until Munden called and said he was finally home around 6:30pm.

So, I went to pick him up at his house... had to make a quick stop at the house to change into some party clothes and put my computer inside... grabbed my uniform & CD for Alan... and was back out the door. Chris was trying to give me shit that I could save him from Lisa, who had shown up on Friday afternoon... but I couldn't save him. No one could. All I could do is make fun of the poor bastard who 'dug himself his own grave.'

Off to the party and I sort of forgot to get there... so halfway up Crowchild Trail, I gave Tom's cell a call and Ryan picked it up. I told him our conundrum and he said he'd come meet us at the Husky station nearby to show off his Mustang. Well, the lucky boy got himself a fuckin' Mach 1 Mustang... I didn't quite hear which year it was, but it's one of the gooders.

But then it was party time... the keg was on ice... the food was out... and it was gonna be quite the party. Since I was already 4-up, it didn't take long for me to go off the deep end, since I wasn't eating very much either. Now I really wish I had my camera, but it was in my computer bag and I didn't take it out when we left. Everything else gets a tad fuzzy, including the trophy and medal presentations. I do remember thinking that I was a little shortchanged out of the Most Sportsmanlike Trophy... which Aaron took home. Even Derek and Nicole were thinking it was me... but no, it was the strop-throwing pitcher in the Final that got it. Hmmmm... oh well. After that... the video highlights were shown and that's where I lose it until passing out. That was it for me.

I woke up really early yesterday... something like 7am or close to it... and I had a searing headache. Oh yes... that was a truly masterful headache. I may have gotten back to sleep for a bit, but I was pretty much wide awake after 9am. So I woke Munden up and was ready to go. So we packed up all our shit and we took off. Unfortunately, Munden's sister moved to BC, so instead of only driving him somewhere in town, I had to take his ass back to Langdon. A trip to McDonalds, dropped his ass off and then I came home and died on the couch. That's all I pretty much did. I had the Federer match on the background and pretty much slept through the whole thing. I did some flipping on the TV between the CFL game and the Roddick match.

But when Jen & Stainsby were lurking around... it was a little uncomfortable around the TV. It was quite funny though, Jen came in demanding that she wanted to watch her Buffy DVD's. It sort of led to a little spat.

"Can I watch Buffy now?" Jen asked.
"I'm watching TV, Jen."
"Well, actually... I'm not asking."
"Well, actually... ... ... I'm not listening."

As she dropped her head she thought she'd try and con me into being nice, but still demanding her way.

"Don't you want to share the TV?" she prodded again.
I just sort of sat there and pondered what the right answer was.
"Well... yes or no?" she increased the degree she put me under.
"No."

She dropped her head again and that was pretty much it. I was then just sort of waiting for the argument to take to the next level... I was ready for her barbs, but they never came. I finished watching the Premiership highlights and then just shifted the remote to her and left.

So after seeing what Chris was up to, I took off to the Yardhouse to watch the Sharapova/Henin-Hardienne match, the US Open Final. Chris showed up for one, as he was getting super-annoyed by the ex-girlfriend that annexed his privacy again. Ashley showed up to start her shift a little later and she came by and chatted, but I didn't want to give many inches. When Chris disappeared, she came over a few more times... she said she got the job at the Real Estate agency, so that was good news, but I didn't make any more moves in to getting a date out of her. I also know that she's working tonight as well... and I know Chris wants to go out tonight to get away from Lisa... so... I might see her again tonight. Chris has said it... Basil has said it... move along, mate... move along.

Dammit.

Anyways, I've got to head down to Lake Sundance to give Josh a few bucks for his football program. He's playing for the Calgary Junior Colts or something... so he was doing some sort of a fundraiser and I said I'd get him $20. He called during the week and I said I'd head down there this weekend to get him his cash.

Oh yeah, last night... I got tickets to see the New Pornographers again. Woo hoo!! Can't wait.

And that's pretty much all I got for today. It won't be much. Watch some football on the first Sunday of the NFL season. Colts and Giants will be watch worthy tonight at 5pm... might have to take Chris out for that. So... that's the plan. I should make a phone call and get this day started.