thank goodness for responsible people

Thursday's: until university, were just days that often dragged on as they were the second last day before the weekend. University has changed this.

Thursday has become one of the most debaucherous nights of the week and I am not sure when/why this change occured. Perhaps the low drink price (almost half of the price on the weekend), or the fact that their are rarely lines (minus Jack's) on London's beloved Richmond St. Regardless, Thursday's happen and are meant to be taken advantage of...

and last night they were.

I started off with original plans of heading to res for a pre-drink (I was late, missed the people, and ended up going with my double booked plans). So there I was in a house party discussing strategies of this homecoming weekend with my dear friend (perhaps I will leave her anonymous in this blog, but an amazing friend indeed).

The conclusion was that last night was "her night" and I would have saturday night as "my night" and this meant if it was "your night" you misbehaved and the other person watched/aided you when needed... for some reason the division of nights sparked a reason to power drink and subsequentially taking over the other persons night, my apologies.

Luckily though, my friend was there to say "are you ready to leave?" and "of course we are going to Sammy's Souvlaki", which to a drunk man is the sweetest thing you can hear.

After discussing the possibility of heading back to the par, hoovering a poutine, fry and souvlaki (for two people) we called it a night, redivised the weekends "nights", and said farewell.

This morning I was laughing at myself for
a) stealing the night
b) getting ridiculous after planning to stay remotely sober
c) how my friend turned into the responsible one and kept a watchful eye out for myself

And as much as I normally criticize the sober "watcher" in the bar, I rarely give credit to their aid when it is most needed, so I say thank you to her and to any others who have come to the aid of the intoxicated Rob Stewart...

Photos Found!

For those of you who don't know what a keg
stand, allow me to demo through my photos...and reasons why you should never have a bottomless source of alcohol at a party at your own house...

These are my feet in the air...





and a guest appearance from the green funnel!



Yes, I am chugging beer upside down... I miss summer :)
can you tell it is test season?

Lean on me...

Have you seen the commercial out for the Sick Kids Hospitals?
I will be the first to admit that I don't do well with anything illness/hospital related, so I usually try to avert my attention away from these types of advertisements for fear of tears streaming down my face.

The other day I was caught off guard by these new commercials where kids, doctors, and parents are all doing different activities and singing "lean on me". I want to start by saying that this is the saddest/somewhat powerful commercial I have seen in a while, and yes I did cry when I saw it, the commercial also gives you that feeling of how lucky you are that most of us didn't spend our childhoods in and out of the hospital.

Pretty deep post after ranting about my evil friend the skunk, but I just saw the commercial again and while there were no real tears, the eyes were watery...

I am such a sap.

what is the deal?

I don't know what it is about North London, mainly UWO area, that has been plagued by skunks lately. I have had four run-ins with these disgusting animals, and am wondering when their population quadrupled in the Western area!
These are my run-ins:
1) O-week: this was my first one so I calmly crossed the road and continued walking (I saw a racoon three blocks later)
2) Stoned out of my tree the following week: I heard a rustle, stopped, looked to my right and five feet away was the ugly animal moseying along...trippy...
3) Walking in our "subdivision" after work: again, walking along like normal and hearing a rustle...realising what it was and dashing across the road
4) Finally, tonight, with Jenn: rooting through her neighbour's garbage and this one was at least the size of a back pack

My ultimate fear is being sprayed by a skunk which would result in my withdrawal from school... yes, I am that vain that I would pull myself from all social aspects in my life until the smell was gone. Vanity, it's a terrible thing.

trying something new...

Yes, I am a loser, I stayed home last night and passed up the opportunity to go out (a much deserved rest, but I feel so out of the loop after missing one night of Richmond Pub crawling...)

I decided to use the night to make my self feel more independent so I went and rented a movie for myself (the wedding date...rent it, it's really good). I balanced this movie with a bath (I know, how posh) and during my bath I popped in my roomates Josh Groban c.d.
Now, I am not a fan of Josh Groban, but decided that his soothing music would make good for a perfect friday night bath.

Needless to say, I fell asleep in the tub. I woke up in a tub of cold water some 15 minutes later (I can't vouch for temperature or time, but the c.d. hadn't ended and there are like 17 songs, and I was on 12...and I remember hearing song 4). Embarassing? I am going to vote no as this night served as the perfect "segway" into my weekend of relaxation. But I am now a Josh Groban fan, I also heard the new Destiny's Child song "stand up for love" and I am officially in love with this single...

I have come to the conclusion that staying home on a weekend night makes you sappy and emotional (in a good way) but still, relaxing in your home alone is the perfect way to just enjoy the silence...

this is going to be amazing..

The other day in class my friend was singing "seasons of love" and of course, my little broadway sensor flicked on and I decided to spark a conversation on my obsession that is broadway music.
Low and behold, I was meeting another die-hard Rent fan who discreetly asked,
"Have you seen the preview for the movie?"
"No, I didn't think they had one yet..."
"Oh, they have one..."

Let me tell you, I have watched this preview now three times and I couldn't get to my blog fast enough to let everyone know just how perfect this movie will be... if the movie lets me down you will see real tears...

The preview is on imdb.com (search: rent 2005). I can't wait.
"no day but today..."

etiquette lessons on beer

I started back at work this weekend and I feel the need to lay out the rules on how to efficiently visit a beer store. and they shall go like this:

1) Empties: every employees biggest hate, so let's lay out the ground rules:
-all bottles should be sorted by colour and shape (browns with browns, clears with clears, and stubbies with stubbies) an example would be that Moosehead should not be in the same case as Molson Canadian bottles (different colours)
-if the case is damaged, pick up some cases from the beer store for your empties. DO NOT make the attempt to carry them into the store as when the box breaks (and it will) the cashier will most likely treat you like crap
-pre-count bags of cans (we just need to know a number as they go into a huge bin)
-do not bring in bags of bottles, well, we don't encourage this as normally the customer has to go into the bag of skunky beer to dig them out
-chipped/broken bottles= blue box (we aren't giving you cash for them)
-and finally, do not stock pile your empties for the year and return them all in April. This is the worst season for returning empties (spring clean up, students, etc...) and we see enough moldy bottles, bug infest boxes, and rotten cases that we want to throw up.. so how about you return cases in bundles of 5 (an even $12)

2) Identification
-yes, we are probably going to ask, and rather than playing the "I wonder if I'll get carded ?game" just have it ready as it will save time on both yours and the cashiers part at the register
-don't screw around about i.d.'s. if you realized you forgot it, go home and get it... we have all night

3) Intoxicants/Minors
-if your drunk, we can't serve you...shitty deal, but it's the law. Yelling, screaming and swearing at us will not give us the urge to rush and get your beer for you. Also, this could lead to you getting banned from the store (just as a cautionary item)
-minors: do not send someone who you don't know to get you beer. it could end up being that they are refused service and/or denied from the store

4) ask
-we know tons of types of beer...whatever you are looking for we probably know it, so go ahead and ask and we can help you out (rather than standing/staring at the wall)

5) try to avoid the peak times
-sometimes inevitable, but if you want fast service, try to avoid the 5 o'clock rush...or the closing rush (the last hour of the day is our busiest)

and as a final note, a beer store uniform on the bus should not be a conversation starter...
"do you get discounts"
"no"

I answer this every day on the way to work...
The anger must be flowing from my lack of sleep...

I guess there is a first for everything...

Today I was pondering about all of the stuff I have done since being back at school that has happened for the first time ever... my list made me laugh at myself a little bit.

1) I have never flirted with a Mr. Sub attendant in an attempt to get a discount (sad, but true and I was sober...)
2) Ever danced with someone to make someone else jealous
3) had street meet more than twice in one week...
4) talked to a bouncer to skip a line, and having it work! (oh the Frog)
5) gone out partying at night and not coming home until 9 am the next day...
6) sang karaoke in my house to wake up my roomates, at 2 am, after the bar...
7) along with the one above, sang rappers delight (hadn't done it until now)

Quazi-embarrassing (spelling error on quazi?) but I felt this was the place to admit to some of them...

still more to come I hope.

another epic night...

The other day I got a call from my parents inviting me to the Robert Plant concert... the first thing that crossed my mind was "who the fuck is Robert Plant?". As my mom hummed lyrics to Zepplin songs over the phone I realized that I did know who he was, but it took some convincing before I finally agreed to go with my family to the concert (actually, a free dinner was offered...that is all it took...).

After dinner, and two pints of beer I entered into the JLC for the concert, and I still really had no idea what to expect. The Trews opened the show and I was pretty amazed that I recognized and enjoyed there music (I am sure rock fans everywhere want to spit in my face, but I do speak the truth). After there short stint on stage, loud cheering erupted welcoming the main act...

The band entered and then outcame Plant just rocking out to his fellow bandmates. The first sonf of the show I didn't recognize, but he did stick to a Zepplin playlist (Whole lotta love, etc...) however, he did not play Stairway to Heaven (to which the crowd was shocked leaving the arena in crushed hopes that it would have been the second encore).

I didn't mean to underestimate Plant, but let me tell you, this guy can move. He yelled out that he had been "chemical free for 27 years"...and that all he has is "a good sense of humour". and you could see this through his witty comments here and there.

I am not sure if it was the beers drank, the smell of mary jane in the crowd (sorry about that last post by the way) but man can this man still rock after 30 years being a part of one of the best bands in rock history...

Spoken like a true rock fan, lol...now I consider myself a die hard...p.s. I will post my personal pics later.

I attempted something unattemptable...

Mindless blabber from an intoxicated mind:

I attempted to write tonights blog about serious topics, and after four attempts I called it quits.

So, I decided just to keep it simple and write about what came to mind...so here goes.
1) I just had wendy's...it was spectacular
2) I hate having to go to different schools, it is tiring and makes you alienated from one and unaccepted at the others
3) point two brings me to the thought that I hate being at one of the "institutions"
4) that for fear of being slandered by an insitution I have ommitted their names
5) in relation to #4, "how responsible am I?"
6) I have S. Smeltzer for 201 and I am pretty sure this girl cracks me up.
7) i am so tired/a little out of it.. .I might need to call it a night
8) night called...
9)good night!

I love the surreal...

Epic week. O-week this year was two times better than I ever could have imagined. Sophs/frosh/people/places/activities were all amazing. And this is all that will be written about my first experience as a soph...for now...

Yesterday, I was greeted with a surprise visit from none other than Miss Anni Spadafo herself ( I type as though the visit was personalized for myself). I was nervous that our hug and quick chat in the quad would be all I would get to see of my darling Spadafo, but luckily in my state of debauchery we started to hang out at Barney's...
And this is where the surrealness began.
-both of us together after thinking that it would probably be a while until her first visit (or my first toronto visit to her)
-both of us drunk and talking about relationships (and lack there of)
-the table vent (drunken rants essentially)
-Sammy's Souvlaki post-bar... a tradition...
-and finally, the drop off at Med Syd that nearly made me feel like I still lived in residence

I just had to write about this to explain that sometimes people make you proud, and Anni has certainly done this for me. No matter where she goes, or what she does, she is herself 100%...

That visit was the perfect finish to a perfect Oweek.

J..n..2...tight...holla...props to that! (inside jokes never get old)