For the first time in, oh i dunno, like forever, I got drunk on Friday. Hmmm... what was that Frank the Tank quote again? "It tastes so sweet when it passes my lips!"And went bowling (i heart bowling). Its kinda strange that i useda post on a near daily basis my drinking stories, and all i can come up with from Friday is "got drunk. went bowling". Okay, Ill try harder in my explanation:
The night started with me eating some sushi and approx. 10 billion raw oysters...but i was too busy enjoying the saki to really get into the food at the sushi restaurant. That stuff is just broootal. After one sip of that sweet sweet nectar I go a little bonkers. I can understand why Japan is the country of Kareoke, the Iron Chefs and Kamikazi pilots... everything in life is pretty fucked when you've drank some of that shite and pretty much everything sounds like a good idea. "Crash my plane into a building? Fuck Yeah!"
The bowling was fun because 1. I was drunk and 2. It was at this total cheeseball bowling alley/ casino place covered in flashing lights. The website, sadly doesnt have a pic of the place. Its really too much. Oh, and I was pretty baked by this point as well...that explains why the flashing lights were so great. We tried to get into the sketch casino [filled with old asian ladies and gents] but Jer [who is 29] didnt have ID so they wouldnt let him in. He got a little beligerent...as he is apt to do when stoned and drunk and just wanting to lose some money on Blackjack. He also was pretty pissy because they stopped our game when we were in the 6th frame. It is too bad cuz i was having a dy-no-mite game. (or was too drunk/stoned to notice that i was bowling crap)
The remainder of the weekend was about me watching Football (Boo- Bills lost... not that i got to see the friggin game or anything. Stupid Patriots game was on. At least i gots to watch GB...] and talking about the hockey [Oilers won the pre-season game against the detestable Flames... which means that I can keep dating Jer. They lost against the stupid Stars though, prolly every Edmontonians' second least favorite team]
To conclude the exciting events of my weekend, I had hoped to get a picture of "the Electric Warrior" but was unable. That thing is going to rock your collective universes. I wont go into more about the EW because words alone cannot do it justice.
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