Where was I ?
A lot of my friends and family have noticed lately that I am different lately, saying I am acting different, not my usual self. Some people have said that I just need kick to get me going. Well, I found it. Molson Kick, the lager with guarana. Not since Drew Carey in 1997 has anyone thought of a cafeinated beer but thankfully the kind people at Molson have come to my aid. I have been drinking Kick for about a week now and I have to say that my life is significantly better. I no longer stumble home drunk and pass out, I now have the energy kick I need to come home and satisfy my woman before passing out. I am not longer drunkenly quiet sunken into some couch, I am now drunkenly annoying and loudly rambling off my opinions. I am no longer a generic 'beer' drinker. I go out and get my kicks and have a personality due to it.
Okay, Montreal had its 'coming out of winter, its spring Im going nuts, its pretty much boobie, I mean summer time' weekend where the city was invaded by pheremones and tank tops. This city is the sexiest city in the world bar none at this time of year. Think of a normal city as an 11 or 12 year old boy. Interesting and fun (not in the pervy, MJ way, but this part just helps with the analogy) but when this time of year comes around it turns into a 14 year old boy raging with hormones. Its kind of crazy and hard to explain but when you are here and experience it you know exactly what I mean. Its super hot and the babes are insane (luckily I have the best one).
So I have a blurry recolection of most activities since Wed. night. BBQ season took off here and there has been a bunch of BBQs and beer gatherings. Drunkenly a few nights ago (shortly after three buddies crashed their one bike that they were doubling into a parked car really hard) we made a pact to have a bbq every weekend each night at a different house. Its a great idea and two weeks running its been in effect. I just baught a cheap bbq tonight to join the fun and upon coming home to what I hoped to be a quiet night getting stuff done since I have been drunk for the last few days/week but Kate opened a bottle of wine to marinate the steaks so here I am again drunkenly rambling and getting nothing done.
I served a woman today who had literally diamond encrusted sun glasses and a plastic face. I asked her to marry me but she just mumbled that I am no better than her hired help.
I still work in a luggage store.
posted by Tuckshow at 7:37 PM
9 Comments:
Three cheers for drunken ramblings!
10:33 PM
here i thought london was boobie capital!
8:44 AM
Ok, I am back in town. Was doing some job training in Winnipeg. For the record i dont like the Prairies. I like most of the people I have met from the Prairies but I cant shake the feeling that the cities, are a strange mixture of useless and random. More useless though, much like a toe nail.(dirty, serves no evolutionary purpose, and full of drunks).
Anyway - Congrates on the Tshirt prize Tucker. I want one. And Molson Kick, eh? Never would have guessed that it was ok. I foresee much entertainment coming out of a 12 pack of Molson Kick, one bottle of whiskey/scotch and one serving of b-pelkey. Anyway will email ya re the design.
T
10:11 AM
Hey Peony, does London have nice boobies? I didnt know that. I will have to visit again to do research.
6:22 PM
Tyler, how was your stop-over date with Alicia? I hope she didnt stand you up. I told her to wait by the coffee shop in the airport. It would have been hard to miss her.
I know what you mean about the prairie cities. All peggers I have met are great. I really get along with them but the city itself is like, I dont know, something like you said big, useless, and empty. The only purpose I can think of is to show the successful assimilation of aboriginals into canadian society. Regina and Saskatoon are their own unphatomable stories.
Yeah, I can set you up with a t-shirt. I dont know which one won though. I had two t-shirts and a woman's tank so hopefully it wasnt the tank. Try Kick and more importantly make Pelky drink lots of it. Fun will ensue and things will get broken.
6:29 PM
Can someone tell me who Pelky is?
10:20 PM
Hey PP,
Pelkey is a mutual friend of Tyler and I's who lives in New Brunswick. There are three breeds of us former Monctonians who count.
1. Those who stayed in Moncton i.e. Jackson, Demers, Davis
2. Those who live in Frederiction i.e. Tyler, Pelkey, Craig
3. Those who live in Montreal i.e. Conor, Mike, Myself and the Hickeys.
There is also a fourth breed but we have lost touch with them since they went to prison. i.e. Chris Little, Billy Palmer.
11:13 PM
You have a lot of friends... I hope I can keep them sorted. I may need to refer to this list at a later date. Some of the names sound familiar... maybe from Alicia... or maybe from my imagination... not sure.
11:37 PM
Hmm, I dont really have a lot of friends. They are all just acquaintances who tolerate me hanging around. Except the prison guys, they really are buddies.
Alicia only met Jackson and Tyler, Not many of my friends ever visited Mt A. No real reason too unless your close.
6:46 PM
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