Read this, and tell me one good purpose it serves. Apparently, in the UK, there is such a backlog of court cases that the penalty for several serious offenses ranging from burglary to sex with children has been reduced to sending these assholes home with a caution. This means they have a criminal record, but don’t have to worry about, oh, say, the consequences of committing those crimes, like a fine, community service or jail. So what’s the fucking point of saying, “Don’t do that again!”? I can just hear it now. “Or what? You’ll tell me to not do it again again? (ooo! I’m shaking in my boots!” Can the UK go to hell in a handbasket any faster?
Things Get Naked. Tale Of Toronto Cont’d
So after finishing up at Murphy’s Law and leaving noticeable vacancies on the wall, we decided it was time to move on. Aaron’s eye was beginning to swell shut but the trooper swore he was still good to go. You gotta love guys with heart.
We headed out to the limo and told the driver he could starting making his way back towards Oshawa but we would make a stop or two more along the way. We weren’t sure where yet. Leave it to Melissa to come up with the best idea. “STRIP CLUB!” were her exact words out of nowhere. No one argued and we went to some place that I was too piss tanked to remember the name of. It was fairly seedy to say the least.
So we went in and the place was basically empty save for a couple guys playing pool and 2 other guys at a table on the far side of the bar. We sat down for a bit with another beer to take in the entertainment. While one girl was dancing, another one of the girls came over to talk to us. She sat there for a quite a while clapping for the other dancers and making general conversation. Then she asks an interesting question that we all pondered for a bit.
“Do you think it’s weird for a guy to want to come and watch his fiance do this for a living?” We all thought that was pretty weird and all agreed that none of us would wanna see our loved ones dancing for someone else. Perhaps shallow on our part, but seemed to be the consensus. She then caught us off gaurd by saying “See, I think so too – but yet there’s my fiance, just like every other night.” and pointed to a guy at another table. He looked…. creepy. but different strokes for different folks I guess.
Eventually 2 of my friends went outside with her to have a smoke and her boyfriend of coarse followed. They said afterwards that he seemed like a nice guy – just kinda protective. But they smoked and chatted and my friends congratulated them (I guess) on their engagement.
Meanwhile inside Aaron narrowly avoided another fight after looking at a pool player dude’s girl the wrong way I guess. But things were quickly calmed down when one of the other guys with us quickly said “this guy’s already gotten his ass kicked once tonight, he doesn’t need it again” and the guys just kinda laughed and all was forgotten.
After chatting with the odd stripper couple and the menacing pool players a bit longer we piled back in the limo and headed back to Oshawa. We all ended up at Aaron’s parents place first, being what drunk people think is “quiet” and doing shots of very dirty whiskey. 2 people ended up throwing up outside. Not bad out of 8. A few headed back to my parents place with me and the rest crashed at Aaron’s, not before 3 tried to get high in Chris’ car in my parents driveway and having that end with one throwing up right in the middle of the driveway out his car door.
the next morning we all went back to Aaron’s parents place where his mom made breakfast that not many people felt up for eating. Aaron, in his drunken stooper had forgotten to hide the pictures that we stole so his mother asked him where they came from. He quickly and swiftly answered “We won them at this cool pub.”. He seemed quite proud of himself and we were all impressed with the quick wit. But it didn’t last long as his mom followed up with “Oh ya? That’s cool. You usually don’t see bars giving away pictures with nails still stick in them and drywall all over the back.”. We all just laughed. No sense in trying to climb out of it. But she didn’t care.
The following night was embarassing. As I forgot to mention earlier that 2 people who came on the trip are in the television program at our college and have nice video cameras and we had forgotten that from time to time they were powered up and some of the stupider moments were caught on tape. No one likes watching themself drunk. But we all did. We sat in shock and awe silently through the whole tape, no one wanting to comment on anyone elses supidity cuz no one knew when their own stupid comment was coming up next. When it was all over, instead of trying to never speak of it again, Chris broke the tention with something we all agreed on. “Fuck, guys. We’re doin’ this every year!”
One More Mountain to Climb? Or Maybe Not.
I heard this on the news and it sorta pissed me off. I can’t believe this is causing an ethical debate.
The story goes like this. People train to climb Mount Everest every year. They know that if they don’t do it just right, there’s a high probability they won’t make it down. Some people can’t make it to the top because the oxygen is too thin and if they did, they would die. There is a specific area on the mountain near the top that is called the death zone. This is because, duh, a lot of people die and are found here. They have reached the top, and die on their way back down. This becomes important later.
This season, among the climbers who reached the top and came back down was the first amputee to reach the top. On his way back down, as he passed through the death zone, he saw a man dying. He was not the only one to see this. But he didn’t stop to help. This is not really horrible. Remember that this is the death zone. If you were low on oxygen, you knew that this was the death zone, and you saw a man dying, would you risk your own life to save him? Honestly? Would you? I don’t think so. You can say you would, but I think you would know that when it came down to it, you would have to face the reality that in the end, if you tried to save him, there would be two climbers dead in the death zone where there once was one.
Now that this guy has come back alive, there’s a whole bunch of climbers bagging on him and the other climbers who saw the dying guy for not saving him. Ok, first of all, how dare they bag on the amputee for not saving someone else? It’s a miracle he got *himself* up the mountain. What do these people want?
Even Sir Edmund Hillary, who sounds like he’s heading for a death zone of his own, was standing up there bellowing, “He’s a human being! How could you leave him up there?” Ok, I don’t know my Sir Edmund Hillary facts well. If he made a point of saving other climbers when he “conquered” Mount Everest, then I’ll eat my words. But I don’t know if, when he was standing up at the top of the mountain, knowing that he only had so long to get down or he would run out of oxygen, he would have saved a dying human being. He may be a human being, but so are the rest of the climbers. They can only do what they can do.
Have you ever heard a firefighter or someone else who’s trained in rescuing people say that if you’re going in there to save someone who’s dying and you don’t know what you’re doing, you could potentially kill yourself too, and then we’re worse off than when there was one guy in danger? That’s common sense. I can’t understand why people even want to make this into an issue. But I guess everyone can philosophize and criticize when they have lots of oxygen to breathe and they’re not in the death zone.
Tough Call
I just read a story about a bill that was recently introduced in Parliament that would make it a separate crime to do harm to an unborn child in cases where a pregnant woman is either assaulted or murdered.
The idea obviously has its critics among pro-choice advocates who see it as something that, if passed, could have a lot of implications on the abortion rights debate in Canada. But Leon Benoit, the Alberta Conservative responsible for the proposed legislation, says that it’s not intended as an abortion bill and that it would only apply in cases where a woman who has chosen to keep her baby is harmed.
That’s all fine and good, but I’m still curious about something. What happens if a woman is murdered on her way to an abortion clinic? Can they still tack a few more years on to the end of somebody’s prison sentence for taking the life of a baby that was about to have its life taken legally anyway?
Just a little something to think about.
My Thursday 13
Before I start, a couple quick things.
We had a complaint on the boards earlier about our choice of topic for the week, so I want to quickly address that. Will the topics always be negative? I have no idea. Planning ahead has never been one of those things that we’re overly good at. But it’s worth pointing out that none of us are forcing you to read anything we write. If you don’t like a post, feel free to stop reading it and skip ahead to the next one. And if ever there comes a time when you find yourself skipping more stuff than you actually read, by all means, feel free to stop coming here. If you went to a restaurant 3 times and got shitty service and bad food during every visit, I’m sure you probably wouldn’t be in any sort of huge hurry to go back. So why should this, or any other website, be any different? People have stopped reading us before, but we’re still here. It happens. People change, and their ideas about what’s funny or interesting or worthwhile change right along with them. Sometimes that means that we just don’t fit into their plans anymore, and that’s ok with us. We don’t spend a whole lot of time getting broken up over it. Bottom line: If you find yourself disagreeing with something that one of us has said and you’ve got a good reason for it, please, let us know. Constructive debate is fun, and it’s lead to a lot of interesting discussions and posts here over the years. But if you outright hate something that we’re probably not going to change any time soon and don’t have any sort of reasoning for your feelings beyond “eeewww, I don’t like it, you guys smell,” use some of that free will stuff and move along to something that’s more your style.
I’d also like to take a second to thank Matt for all the love. And by the way dude, I’m still waiting for you to show your face at one of these infights. If you had any sack, we would have settled this by now.
And speaking of sack…
13 PEOPLE WHO NEED A GOOD KICK IN THE NUTS
Just like when Matt and Carin did it, these are in no particular order.
1. Drivers who decide that even though the right of way is mine and I’ve started walking that they’re just gonna head on through anyway and I guess hope for the best.
2. Chatty assholes who feel the need to distract me while I’m trying to work. I
covered this a long time ago,
go read it, it’s fun.
3. People in broadcasting who can’t read or talk. Anybody who’s ever listened to any of my shows knows that sometimes I have trouble with both, but who doesn’t? I’m not talking about me though, I’m talking about serious chronic repeat offenders here. People like the woman who anchors my local news on the weekends a lot of the time. She sucks. I remember a time when she was reading a story on the dangers of certain types of insulation and she came out with this gem. “To ensure that there is no danger in your home, be sure to check your addict for ass-pest-tose.” Ok, so for the sake of my safety, I need to be on the lookout for a guy sucking on a crack pipe who’s got a needle in his arm and insulation falling out his ass. got it…I think, at least I do if ever I learn what ass-pest-tose is. It probably wouldn’t have pissed me off nearly so much if I hadn’t have sat there listening to her over-annunciate and mispronounce everything for a good 20 minutes before that, but then again maybe it would have, who’s to say? Well ok, I am, because it probably would have. These words aren’t all that hard. At least when I trip up, it’s usually on somebody’s long ass foreign name that there’s no way anybody other than him has any chance of getting even half way right. We’re talking about attic and asbestos here. They’re common words, and it’s not unthinkable to expect somebody who talks for a living to know them and get them right.
4. News reporters who stand next to somebody who’s home has just been destroyed by a fire or something and feel it necessary to ask a question along the lines of “so, your house and everything in it has been taken away from you and your lives are obviously in turmoil. How are you folks feeling right about now?” That’s just cruel. It’s kind of like asking a homeless guy out on a date and saying “so, your place or…oh yeah, never mind.”
5. TV evangelists, for no other reason than that they are TV evangelists. Come on, what more reason do you need?
6. Some of those religious people who try to hand you books and talk to you about Christ while you’re trying to get somewhere. I remember years ago when I lived in Brantford, I actually had one of these guys step in my way on the street after I said I didn’t want to talk and tried to keep walking. That by itself is bad enough, but then he looked me dead in the face and said “you know, if you and your parents had accepted the lord and saviour Jesus Christ into your lives, maybe you wouldn’t be where you are right now,” obviously a shot at the fact that I was blind. The best response I could manage short of knocking him the fuck out or maybe kicking him in the nuts was simply “fuck off,” after which I stepped around him and kept walking. But I never forgot about that guy, and he’s one of the reasons why I have such a low opinion of organized religion.
7. Music fans who suddenly start to hate their favourite band as soon as that band gets even a tiny bit famous. If they get famous by changing their style to something totally different and completely crappy, then go ahead, hate them until you run out of hate, you’ll hear no complaints from me. But if they’ve managed to get famous through hard work while staying true to what they are, why hate them unless you’re not really a music fan at all, but more a fan of looking like you know something that a lot of people don’t? Newsflash: it doesn’t make you cool, and nobody cares. Lighten up, and be sure to enjoy the music.
8. Simon Cowell. He’s not constructive, he’s not intimidating, he’s not even funny. All he is is a gimmick, and not even a good one. whenever I see an Idol commercial or happen upon a conversation during which somebody says “what will Simon think?” it’s more than enough to make me not only want to kick the man in the nuts, but then proceed to stomp them into scrotum jello.
9. PC douche nozels who get offended on behalf of other people. Seriously, cut that shit out. Everybody has their own set of standards, and all of us are more than capable of figuring out when we should be upset. We don’t need you to help us out, so feel free to go do something useful with your time, like maybe run in front of a bus.
10. Those flaming ass magnets who have it in their heads that I have nothing better to do than take their phone calls at 2 in the morning on a week night, or even on a weekend for that matter. I have trouble sleeping sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need to or never try.
11. People who ask a question and then pay no attention to the answer. I can’t count the number of times that somebody has sent me an email in the morning that includes something like “so, what have you got going on today,” to which I’ll reply and list a half million different things I need or want to do. I send it off, and not 5 minutes later, the phone will ring, and 9 times out of 10 it’ll be the same person I just sent the email to, calling for no better reason than because they just wanna chat. Then to top it all off, these stupid imbeciles have the nerve to act hurt when I say I don’t have time to talk right now because I’m busy. I should mention that every time this happens, and I’m talking without fucking fail here, when I ask, every single one of them says that yes, they got my message a minute ago. Sorry partner, but if you don’t respect me enough to listen to what it is I’m actually saying, then I give less than a fuck that I made you feel bad. It wasn’t even me who made you feel bad, you did it, and it’s not my problem. Now get off my phone, I’ve got shit to do. If you don’t’ believe me, go check your goddamn email. And here’s an idea, maybe try actually reading the shit for once. Ok, that one kinda got away from me there, let’s move on.
12. Everyone who thinks that if they call me as many times as they can in as short a timeframe as possible, that I’ll suddenly materialize and pick up the phone. Or as I like to call them, many of the people I know.
We’ve been down this road before, but I think it’s worth going down again.
13. People who buy things from spam. Stop that! You’re ruining the internet for all of us, you pricks.
13 and a half. Lou Dobbs. He kinda bugs me and
Thordora
says she hates him, so he’s in.
That was fun, and I’m much happier than I was when I woke up this morning.
I’ll be back later, but I’m not sure if it’ll be with something positive or negative. So stay tuned unless uncertainty frightens you.
My Unlucky Thursday Thirteen
Before I start talking about who should get hoofed in the bag, I have good news. We have our miracle apartment! We just have to sign a few papers and hand over a bit more money and it’s ours! Now, back to kicks ahoy!
These can be people, or groups of people. Aren’t I generous?
- Nosey people on the street. I do some volunteer work where I go with a lady who’s a bit developmentally delayed to the Y. Frankly, I forget she’s a little slow because she’s hillarious and it’s not like I’m having to tell her what to do all the time or anything. hell she’s getting us into the Y and finding stuff and setting the weights so it’s not an issue. But people who we barely know or don’t even know actually walk up to us and have the nerve to ask, “So…who’s helping who?” I’m helping you get a kick in the nuts. Is it any of their business who’s getting help and who isn’t?
- Chatterboxes on the street. I’ll be crossing a busy street that buses go down, and someone will run up to me while I’m crossing and want me to *stop* right there so we can have a jolly good chat. They don’t want to join me and walk across with me. No no no. Knowing that after the hand starts flashing, we only have 10 seconds before cars and city buses are going to speed through, they just have to tell you all about their week. How about letting me live to see the next week?
- My neighbours. But I think I’ve explained that enough.
- Creepy stalker people. I haven’t known them their whole lives, maybe they already have received a few good kicks in the nuts because of the way they act. There’s this one guy who, while Steve and I were together, was always simultaneously jealous and wanting to know what we were doing every fucking minute of the day. Then, when we broke up, he suddenly was calling me a lot more, and still wanted to know where I was every fucking minute of the day. Now that we’re back together, he doesn’t call anymore, and I can’t say I’m sad to see him go. Weirdo! The scary part is, he’s not the only one. When will these guys learn that usually we can see through their phony interest in girls for what it really is? Guys! Give up on me dropping everything to be with you just because you’re suddenly filling my life with yourselves!
- People who phone me several times late at night and when I finally pick up and sound a little sleepy, wonder how much I’ve had to drink. Although several people don’t seem to have a functioning clock in their house, there’s only been one guy who’s actually had the balls to wonder if I was drunk at 4 in the morning when he called. This question got asked *after* I told him never to call me that late again because I’m trying to sleep.
- Chatty people in a place where I answer a distress line. Seriously, your busy night does not need to be projected to me at a louder volume than what I’m supposed to be listening to, I.E. a distress call.
- People who cry that they’re sick of being judged to soon, while in the same breath, they judge other people as unsuitable friends because they look a certain way or are of a certain race. At this point, I want to say to them, “You get what you deserve.” Oh, and I want to give them a kick in the nuts, but well…that’s why they’re on this list anyway.
- People who drive for a living who don’t know where they’re going. Steve and I have both talked about how much that bugs us before.
- People who enjoy making themselves feel better by making others feel worse. After reading this, need I say more?
- People who write you emails, you respond, and after two weeks, they respond with “Now what were we talking about?”
- Parents who don’t let their kids ask me questions about being blind. Yeah, teaching them to live in fear of the unknown is a fine way to raise your kid.
- Other blind people who make people afraid to ask questions. Yeah, making people afraid to learn about us is a fine way to perpetuate ignorance.
- People who think they’re a cut above other people because of what letters are behind their name. Listen, prick, the brick layer or the plumber could teach you a lot.
And like that, I’m done. Now I have to run for the bus, hopefully they know where to drop me off.
Thursday 13
So let’s start something new here that hopefully will last at least 3 weeks! Thursday 13’s. All the loser kids are doin’ it – and lord knows we fit in to that category. So this week’s topic is…
13 People That Deserve A Solid Kick To The Nuts
These are in no particular order.
1. Steve. Ok. we all saw that coming.
2. Anybody not enjoying my story about our night in Toronto
3. Bryan Adams. STOP SINGING!
4. Lisa Kudrow. she just irritates the piss out of me.
5. Daniel Alfredsson. Obvious reasons.
6. 50 Cent. No one cares how many times you got shot and survived – but I’d like to be the guy to see if he can handle one more.
7. Any member of Oasis.
8. Greg Millen of Hockey Night In Canada – put the telestrator AWAY! I don’t need littlelines on every replay showing me where the guy should have skated.
9. Ashton Kutcher – just go away. Your 15 minutes are over.
10. Jeff Foxworthy – used to love the guy… but it’s just not funny anymore.
11. All members of Coldplay. IT’S NOT ROCK! IT’S NOT GOOD! (not to say rock is all that’s good, but good lord stop calling these guys rock.)
12. Ryan Seacrest. ‘Nuff said.
13. Steve. What? he’s really that annoying!
In Chapter 3 We’re Reduced To Petty Vandalism. Story Cont’d
OK, OK, so I buggered off yesterday and never finished the story. I’m sure you weren’t that torn apart by it.
When last we visited with our friends, we were meeting up with our prematurely evacuated friends outside the Dome.
So we all piled back in to our limo where we tied back in to the beers we had brought with us – at this point in the evenign the fact that they were warm would not have dampened our spirits. We were certainly not ready to call it a night. It was only 10:30, we had a limo and in were in downtown T.O. having the time of our lives. So we asked the driver for a good bar for food and cheer. He suggested this place that I would recommend to all of you if you’re ever in town. Murphy’s Law. It’s a pub not too far from the Rogers Centre that has all kinds of great European beers and your typical Canadian ones. My buddy’s and I had been hankering for a Tennants. It’s a Scottish beer that I had got them hooked on in Waterloo back in the fall. It’s awesome.
So we went in and there was like a side little room right beside the front door for like 10 people that we quickly took over. We ordered up a couple hundred wings and several pitchers and went to work. The wings didn’t last long and thep itchers were coming pretty quickly when my buddy Shane noticed an awesome sign that he thought would look great in our house in Belleville. Was a nicely framed Guinness sign. He tapped on the side of it to see if it was just on one nail and would swing or was stuck right to the wall. Unfortunately, it was stuck right in to the wood wall. We continued to share some laughs when Aaron returned to the room from the bathroom and said “Wow, sweet sign!”. Appanrelty still filled with aggression, he walked over and, seemingly effortlessly, tore it off the wall. He stood therein amazement with the sign in his hand and said “Whoa!”. There were still 6 nails in the back and pieces of wood and drywall stuck to those. He quickly pulled it down behind a chair and askedme to run interferance.
Just outside the door to the little room to the left was the door to outside, but to the right was all the tables and bar and such. He just wanted me to make sure no one was coming and block view of him as he went out the door to the limo witht he sign. So I walked out first and almost ran right in to a waiter coming in. The only thing I could think to do was put my arm around him and spin him around and walk away from the room and ask him some stupid question about the bar that I can’t even remember now. He just laughed and wasn’t suspicious since I was clearly wasted. Aaron got out successfully and the sign was put in the car. Our driver just shook his head.
I was back in the room when Aaron came back in and without saying a word or hesitating for a second he walked over and just tore another sign clean off the wall. Unfortunately when he went to pull it down to his side he knocked a glass over and it shattered. This of course brought waiters running to clean it up. He quickly put it on the floor behind him against the wall and leaned against it while my buddy George stood half in front of him trying to be all apologetic to keep the focus on the spilled beer. They cleaned up and as they walked out, Aaron actually used THEM as cover to walk out with the other sign.
We all finished out beers and when we went to leave we noticed 2 spots on the wall far brighter than the rest of the wall where the pictures had hung and where the paint hadn’t faded from the light. We thought it was pretty funny and left a note in one of the spots that said “Belleville was here.”
Well that’s good for now I guess. The next chapter has nakedness and an awesome incident with our new found signs. Stay tuned.
Fun In Toronto (Cont’d)
When last we left our heroes, they were entering the Rogers Centre in Toronto for the Blue Jays home opener… and heavily intoxicated.
So we were pushing it for time when we arrived and by the time we got to the 5th deck it was pretty loud in the buiding but we couldn’t go to our seats without stopping to grab another beer. Which we gladly did. We got there in time to see the National Anthem and Tom Cheak’s wife (Tom having recently passed away from a fight with cancer) throw out the ceremonial first pitch – receiving a stnading ovation.
The tone was set early as we began chanting right away afterwards for the Jays and a woman asked my friend “Are you planning to be this loud through the entire game?” to which he gave the only honest answer he could “Probably, yes.” We soon learned we were in the wrong seats and were 2 rows ahead of where we were supposed to be. The people who’s seats we were in were not to kind about resolving the situation as we were more than willing to move – just apparently not quick enough for them. Keep these people in mind. They play heavily in to the story later.
So we moved up 2 rows and continued our party. We were surround by many people our age who we talked to and generally had a good time with. The beers continued to flow and the evening was going perfectly… Until.
My buddy, Aaron, the friendly fellow that he is decided to shwo some love to the crowd that we were talking to. He just randomly started pointing at people in the crowd and saying “I like this guy.” Ya it was stupid and he was drunk but people were liking him back and there were no real issues. He continued this for a while until he pointed to the lead dick that had been so rude in asking us to move 2 rows in from of us – and then said “but not this guy.” and just laughed, as did most of the section and a couple of this guy’s buddy’s. Unfortunately… he didn’t laugh.
He jumped out of his seat and spun around and in the most faked gangster voice you could possibly imagine yelled “What the fuck you say, bitch?”. Aaron just laughed thinking the guy was kidding around. Apparently laughing at him wasn’t what this guy wanted as he went to the aisle and started heading up to our row. He came down it and started getting in Aaron’s face so obviously we all stood up to make sure things weren’t gonna get out of hand. He tried to tell him that he was just kidding around and everything was cool until… out of nowhere… this guy HEAD BUTTS my buddy! he head butts him? Who does that?
So Aaron shoved him and fists started flying and his buddy’s and us all jumped in and the thing was gettin’ out of hand. My friend Melissa who is no more than 115lbs (totally wasted like the rest of us) starts trying to get involved and punching this guy in the back. It was all starting to get calmed down until this point when the guy turned around and nailed her with an elbow and we all lost it again and it all blew up in to another fight. Eventually some under cover cops in the crowd and SkyDome security came and broke it up and took the guy who came to our row down for questionning. A few minutes later they came back up and said they wanted to talk to Aaron, and a few minutes after that my friend Chris who had been the first guy to jump in after the headbutt.
Some time went by and I eventually just barely heard my phone ring, I answered it, barely able to hear anything over the crowd. It was Aaron. “Ya … uhh… we got kicked out”. I laughed and told everyone else. They were gonna go to the limo, drink more and listen to the game on the radio. We stayed for the rest of the game which was an amazing game that the Jays won and headed out of the dome as wasted as when we entered chanting “Let’s Go Jays’ with 50,000 other people. When we got to the spot to meet the limo, my buddy Chris was tanked and telling people to pay this drummer who always plays outside the Dome.
they told us they didn’t feel bad about getting kicked out of the game becauseon their way out they saw the guy who started the whole thing in Medical getting stiched up and the blood cleaned off of his jacket while his buddy’s waited for him. So at least they won.
Well. should do some more work. Still lots more to this evening. I’ll try and get it up a little later on.
A Rainy Day Story
Well excitement and action seem to have come to a stop around here for the lasst 2 little bit, so I figured I’d tell a story I made mention of a few days ago. It’s a long and drunken one so settle in. Also, for the record. It’s not raining.
Our story begins sometime in September when the Jays played their last game of last season. They missed the playoffs and we were all sad. We said that we should all still go to the Blue Jays home opener in April. Many agreed but the core group of us knew half would backout and we’d get down to a reasonable number. Over the course of the off-season the Jays began adding big name after big name and we got really excited. Over the coarse of a couple of months the team went from a nothing, to a contender. The Home Opener party was going to be huge!
We bought the cheap tickets ($9) to sit in the 500 level where all the poor partying college kids always sit and since we had gotten the tickets cheap, we had money to spare to rent a limo to go down, take us bar to bar afterwards and bring us home. It was gonna be perfect. Plus my buddy, also from Oshawa, had worked for a limo place in Oshawa when he was younger and got us a sweet deal!
So the group from school drove down to Oshawa on the day of. It was beautiful in Belleville when we started out. Sun out, not a cloud in the sky. This was early April and as you’ll all remember it had been warm for a few weeks. As we got closer to Oshawa, only about an hour trip, the clouds set in, it began to rain a little, then a little harder until by the time we were in my buddy’s driveway IT WAS SNOWING! The ground was covered and it was still comming down hard. It was unreal.
Nothing was going to dampen our spirts though. The 8 of us piled in to the limo in his driveway and we were ready to go. I”ll explain the logic here a bit. We did drive an hour to meet a limo in another town, but that’s because 3 of us were from that town and could house everyone for the night after the game at our parents places so no one would have to drive from Oshawa back to Belleville – and a limo all the way from Belleville would be much more expensive.
So everyone had brough their own booze or beer for the car ride. But there was a bottle of “low-quality” champagne in the car which I believe is standard. We’re poor college kids out for a party, we weren’t picky. The lid was popped on the champagne before we were even out of my buddy’s driveway. Everyone grabbed a glass and the first drink of the afternoon was down to the toast of “GO JAYS GO!”
So as we head for Toronto everyone is tyin’ in to their beers or whiskey or coolers or whatever else was loaded up in that car. There were 7 guys and one girl so the beer/cooler ratio was slightly off but it was all good. From time to time throughout the trip the car would break out in a “Let’s Go Blue Jays!” chant and they seemed to get louder and more frequent the closer we got to the Rogers Centre. We were yellin’ it out the windows to people on the street who appeared to be Jays fans or have ears.
By the time we got there everyone was already nicely liquored. I left my beer in the car almost certain it would be confiscated at the door but I did put one in my backpack so i’d have it if I got through and could buy a beer, then when that was gone pour mine in to the cup but if it was taken I was only out one beer. Melissa asked if she could put her drink in there too which I said okay but that I would not put up a fight for it if they tried to take it when searching backpacks.
So we stumbled up to our gate still yelling and mingling with the other people who were nice enough to tollerate us and ignoring the nasty looks that the family crowds were giving us. When I got in I was directed to a table where they’d search my bag. I was asked to open it. Now I always take the same backpack to these things because this one has 2 large pockets and they usually only search the “main” one so I can keep shit I’m sneaking in in the other one and 9 out of 10 times it works. So he asks me to open my bag and, in a drunken haze, I begin to open the win the the beer and booze in it. I stop, look at him, and say “oh sorry. wrong pocket.”. close it, open the other one where he sees my sweater and camera and the stuff it’s okay to take. he knods and says go ahead. What an idiot. Still drunk I walk probably only 4 feet from the table and yell to my friends “I got it in!” but I was not called back.
Well I gotta get some work done. but the best parts of the story are still to come. There are fist fights and strip clubs ahead so check back later.