I know there are many people who are totally kinkified with enemas, but lemme tell you the one i gave myself on Sunday while tubing was not one to recommend. Me, on an inner tube, being dragged behind a high power jet boat...and then being flung into the air and THWACK! onto the water. Yeah. Its Wednesday and im still feeling it.
This weekend was spent, for the most part, on a boat on Sylvan Lake...which is pretty cool. I dont water ski or wake board...so i really just sit there and watch. Maybe its just me but i dont find it very fun to feel like your arms are being ripped from the sockets and your legs are being bashed by waves. Everyone else thinks its the best thing ever. Whatever, weirdos.
On Saturday night we decided to stay in Red Deer (like 1.5 hrs from Calgary and 15 min from Sylvan) but needed a hotel that could accompany myself, Jer, Jer's bro, his wife and son, and also a giant boat in the parking lot. Our first attempt at hotelling only had smoking rooms (something that makes no difference to me...but Jer's bro and his family are all new-age yuppie/hippies who only eat organic shit and dont believe in the deep fried or, apparently, anything smoke related). The next hotel looked a little (okay, okay, a lot) more shady-- and only after we had paid for our rooms, realised that there were people shooting heroin in the parking lot. Well, if you arent in to smoking, ya better believe these guys were not into junkies.....
Yesterday my bootcamp occurred in the rain, wind and the hail....and involved us running and climbing this monster stair case beside this hill. I cant feel anything from the waist down...including my poor butthole which is still angry about aforementioned lake 'incident'.
On the front of the pink dragon, my attempts to get her fired and hire someone with at least half a brain have finally succeeded...we (really, just me) found someone who we are planning to hire tomorrow....and send the dragon packing on friday. Maybe i should feel bad about this...but the chick is a fucking idiot. It doesnt take a rocket surgeon to answer the phones and open the mail...but you would think it does...
I got reported to the law society again. Its because of this ca-razy client i had who would talk to me and be all 'everything is good...no rush for anything....' and then be freaking out on my staff and my partners (another person who told on me to the principal) that i wasnt doing anything she needed. Fuck, I hate these fucking ingrates.
Im really going to try to write more than once a week.
4 comments:
Great shots. I like my arms safely in their sockets as well.
I hope those law society people don't see that picture of you blatantly breaking the alcohol law.
I never understood the whole water-skiing/tubing thing either. It's inevitable that you're going to go down, and that looks painful enough to negate any fun you might have being dragged around by a boat.
At least you're squeaky clean inside and out now!
yeah i never really got the enema thing. The whole idea gives me the willies.
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