I salute you fine gentlemen. You princes of George Street...

So this post is a little off the mark. The peeps in T8 had a pub crawl a few weeks ago and I'm only posting pics now. But I'm not in T8. Hell, I'm not in St. John's. So let's all forget the past and just enjoy the moment. I submit for your approval...

Before...


...and After...


Nice.

you're lucky I didn't post the pic with the elephant...

This post is in honor of my sis - who "just" found out I have a blog. Even though I've been telling her about it since June 2005. I've come to the realization she has selective hearing. My parents suffer from this same condition. Their hearing "selectively" managing to "forget" or "disregard" anything I tell them, rendering conversations useless. I've grown accustomed now to repeat myself at least 3 times. The problem now is that I do it to everyone. People think I have dementia. Imagine meeting someone three times. Now imagine them repeating the exact same convo each time. It makes me look stupid. Imagine meeting someone three times. Now imagine them repeating the exact same convo each time. It makes me look stupid. Imagine meeting someone three times. Now imagine them repeating the exact same convo each time. It makes me look stupid. Ummm...where was I?

let's not kid ourselves...

Hello good people. It's been awhile, I know. But in all honestly, there aren't that many people who consistently visit this page, so really it's not that bad. I'll be working in Vancouver until the end of April, so to all my drinking buddies finishing up school around then, keep your schedules free. We shall celebrate your new found freedom (?). For now, I'm just enjoying the "no snow" aspect of the West Coast. I still haven't learned how to ski/snowboard. I don't plan on learning either. I'm more of the "drinking the lodge" kind of skier. I think I'll just get a fake cast made and try and milk it as much as I can. Till next time peeps. Oh yeah, it's my birthday today. 26. fuck. yeah.