The Truth About Cats and Dogs in Black and White

Truth is just one person's reality. Here is mine in black and white (maybe some shades of gray). This blog has little to do with Cats or Dogs - just humourous sarcastic antics about my life or occasionally, someone else's. You know, intercepting volleyballs with my face, egg dropping, etc. The truth has seen some changes and in fluidity with change expect to see more artistic expressions posting up - so give your two cents worth!

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Misadventures on George

A quick word about the misadventures of the parkies. Saturday was a night like many others on George. Poor snow clearing made it reminiscent of a night that I was thrown into a snowbank by a random guy, we love our random guys, but this one, mistook me for someone else. Both stunned by our misfortunate he quickly graced me with his presence in the snowbank. And by graced I mean

fell vicitim to a tackle that would make any NFLer proud. Ok, ok, but Saturday night. Who would have thought a impromtu pubcrawl would be such a difficult event to organise. Highlight. Elvis is alive and living in Shea Heights. Lowlight. Etomik bites. Highlight. the White Russian Con - success. Lowlight. -9 degree celcius. Highlight. The flattering cab driver "I wouldn't say I had anyone over 24 in my cab." Lowlight. Costa not making the big steal. Highlight. Krista's birthday dance with the barminder at Trappers. Lowlight. Etomik sucks ass so much it has to count twice. Highlight. Lottidottir. Lowlight. Smelly smelly bars. Highlight. The cocobutter bathroom with daisy tiles. Lowlight. The 5 secs we stood in Kelly's. Highlight. Sleeping. Lowlight. sleeping with contacts and crown jewels in. Now, Tracy, where is your close up? How did you get away with all normal pictures? Unacceptable.