So last night I managed to snag a date, it was really fun. Dinner, bowling, getting caught in the rain. whole bunch of 80 romantic comedy bullshit, that worked out for the best.
After that ended, I didnt want to stay home for the night so I hit up J money on twitter, and he offered to grab some pints at the london tap house in hamilton.
I had never been so it was as good a time as any to drive the half hour to pick up J, and make our way over to the bar for some casual beers, and a couple rounds of MVC3.
the downstairs had NO service, and it was bullshit. I could have easily dumped 50$ into liquor at those prices and enjoyed the night even more, but NAH. No bartender downstairs, and the non existing ability to purchase drinks and carry them around to the lower section blew. Thats life I guess. I understand why they didnt have anyone serving downstairs... probably a few reasons.
One being there was a group of about 12 kids playing smash brothers? And listening to fucking S club 7, and a bunch of other shitty music ( miley cyrus was in there) how you can be nearing the age of twenty and listening to pop music for 8 year old british prosti-tots, is beyond me. Everyone in that room was a virgin, and was getting picked up by their mothers and going home to have an extended super smash pop and chip sleep over.
I can almost smell the testosterone... if only all of the estrogen secreting from these lady boys wasnt throwing my gaydar off.
Anyhow, we managed to get a couple bottles down to us thanks to Drekken taking orders and shmoozing whoever he did to make it work.
Playing marvel with these new strangers was good. They must jerk each other off because they both ran a DR,Doom anchor, and mashed the hidden missiles assist constantly... they put up a good fight but im pretty sure as soon as I put wolvie on point. they crumbled.
thanks to Justin for coachings. your reads are beyond good. Ive got habbits that need to be put on the back burner. Online play.. guh.
Vince was playing pretty good. fancy mag combos. but all he does is sit at home and play games for the most part.. still a scrub. I didnt know what to think when he started talking about " yo I got so fucked up wednesday I did sooo many drugs and drank so much." Cool boss. congratulations on hitting your first joint?
I dont see you for four months and you run a shitty weed brag... thats content for a good conversation. Cheers "bro"
So back to my scummy ways. ( as i am a totally different person at FG events) I shit talk as much as possible.. make scummy calls for jokes, and had a relatively good time. Vanny should have came out. Chances are he was chained up in his closet with a ball gag in his mouth.
So as I am arriving out front of Justins Apartment... I text. I tweet, I text again... no answer. I find his buzzer number with a " little help from my friends" and I buzz him. Again no answer. I literally sat for almost 20 minutes waiting for this guy. I was thinking to myself. he either fell asleep. is trying to grab a late shower quickly, or rubbing one out. ( yes justin, I thought of you masturbating. I know you would crush Bri Olson GAHAHAA)
Nope. instead he forgot about me and was yappin on facetime. his explanation was good enough to give us both a good laugh and life went on. he bought me a few drinks for my troubles, and im grateful for that.
hoping to hit up Goos here in town next weekend with him and Vanny if he can get out. one taste and you both will realize the power of the poutine here. the service is excellent , the cost is fair. and you get your gullet stuffed.
whats on the agenda tonight? who knows. I got ditched by a friend already who was coming down from brampton, go figure. so I have no clue as to how my time will be spent. maybe grab a few beers either from the LCBO or a bar and find a place to chill. its pretty shitty weather out today so frisbee golf is out of the question.
Rey.. get a haircut. it was rather stylin' however.
over and out.
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