The Weekend Is Over (If You Want It)

THAT WAS A WEEKEND!
Fulfilling? Hmmm... yes, but just.
Despite seeing no movies (and still not yet teaching myself HTML - which I hear is all the rave amongst the blogspot raver kids!) I did get some hot action.
No I shouldn't say that.
Let's say...
"I did a puzzle this weekend - turned out great - it was a beautiful picture of me getting some... by the water... er lake."
Again - no. Let's just do an overall overview summary - to cover it all.

A bit of a weird weekend it was.
I began weekend festivities Friday night at a wonderful downtown club named District (although I would call it Plan D).
As this was only my 2nd clubbing experience since my life began in TO, it was a good thing that it was actually Asian night (nothing wrong with that), as I did consider going to Asia to teach English. Maybe I could help some people here I though. No. Secondly there was a shooting at this club the week before.
LET'S GET THIS PARTY... started?
What can I say - glad to be here - glad to be alive! (Let's see C-Rath at this club!)
AND all for $6 cover w/ $3.75 under poured drinks.
AND we were on the guest list.
AND it was a waste of my time.
Maybe that's a bit harsh...
It was a waste of $6.
I would have spent $9 to stay at my place.
No, that's not true.
But it wasn't my cup of tea (there was no tea there).
I was there with some work friends (would I be there by myself? or with my regular friends?) led by my kinda supa'vizor (- that's how I've told her she should spell it).
The guy/girl ratio was 4 guys (self included), and 6 gals.
Don't care - still blew.
Not really - that is a little harsh of me.
Believe it though, the only other white male I saw in the club (other than the 2 awkward white co-worker pals of mine) was a portly fella' walking around with a camcorder. Then there were the white hooker girls. Mmmm cocaine... mmm sleaze... mmm wasting life at Plan D.
Whatever.
BUT the fat white guy with the camcorder... it was nice he wasn't using a phone camera - refreshing that - maybe that's why I instantly liked him...
Suddenly I felt better about being there. It was like magic. Maybe I did E and didn't notice.
I remained white, but I started to dance.
I looked around, I barely danced.
I shook.
Support stem cell research.

Now while this was bangin' on in my life - my usual TO friends/crowd were hangin at a lounge (the Rivoli) and then bounced over to strip club the Brass Rail at a girlfriends decision.
Now I ask the unjustified and unbiased, who was having the more trashy of the night?
I say that with no one getting "waaaassted", probably my loser pals at the Rail. Damn them. I would still bet that I saw more "ugly" than them though...
Interestingly enough, the only time I've ever been to the BRail was when a past gf of mine suggested it.
Girls, why do you suggest this?
Regardless - I would at least like to have split my time with both parties.
That was my Friday night.
Saturday was a lazzzzzy day.
Laundry? Yeah - doing it now (Monday morn').
Cleaning up? Yeah - while the laundry's being done... cleaning up.
I just didn't do too much Saturday. It's getting much colder (very little rain though, suckers!) and with no bike, I'm just not that motivated to go stormin' around.
Oh right, I bought weed.
So I had my options of things to do Saturday night, but honestly after the night prior, I did not feel like going out. It just felt kinda stupid... and buddies were working, so... just unmotivated (nothing to do with the weed!) I stayed home, play guitar, SFII (see previous blags).
Planning on an early Saturday night - 12:30ish - which would hopefully lead to a productive Sunday - I found myself going to bed at around 4:30am & getting up around 3pm/4ish the next day.
WOWZA.
Officially, this is my biggest sleep-in of all time. No question.
That sleep there kinda wrote off any kind of productive Sunday I had possible.
That said - I did hit up a very enjoyable Grey Cup house party (gold BC... we are GOLD) where I got way more drunk that at Friday's Plan D. Glad it was Sunday.
Finished the evening with some friends at a house playing the game, True Colors. It felt like 1989.
Have you played it?
Righto... so weekend update... cleeeaar.
Yeah - done.
JK

p.s. insert powerful Native quote here.

p.p.s. download "mr. me too" by the Clipse - it's a good one despite not hearing it at Plan D (yes, ching-a-ling chingy would be ching-a-ling jeleous)