Did that jus' fucken happen?!

2 Chris’

One night

stories to follow…

Sat. Feb.13. 2010
Chillin at Kyla’s

GayBoy was trying to get me to watch Paranormal Activity with him but I told him I had to leave for Kyra’s for shenanigans and booze.  (Yes I have feelings for him and no, I don’t like them. gah)

The Olympics were in full swing as Yance drove BigBro, Babs and I over to Kyra’s. With one form of sporting event or another going off on the television D-rave couldn’t help but get angry as the USA was taking a majority of the medals. D-rave is Ashrey’s younger (and very cute) brother, age 23. The both of us really enjoy hanging out with our elder sibling and their friends because the friends can actually keep up with our drinking and will take care of us when we get obliterated.

Towards the end of the night, there was a very strong ‘mixed’ drink on the table:
“D-rave, drink it, don’t be a pussy,” I challenged. D-rave grabs the drink and takes a whiff, “Oh hell no, that’s awful. Ugh. I’ll drink half if you drink half.”
“Alright, you’re on,” I say. I take the drink and pound ‘er back.
“What’re you doing?? She’s a Prasad, the know how to drink, you’ll never win” Ashrey chuckles.
“Oh god, that’s awful,” D-rave whines, “alright fine.” He finally swigs it back, but it wasn’t without much teasing and convincing.

Lots of laughs were had.
Great Night.

STORY:
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Told her I would give a dollar to Haiti Relief for every minute she spent down there. Worth every cent.

Firpole: I’d totally do that. Haha, I’m gunna try that out next time.

Me: Oh yeah, so a whole 3 dollars is gunna go towards Haiti Relief?

Firepole: Fuck you.

hahaha, got ya

fri.feb.12.2010

I had had it with the day. With an assignment still looming, I txted DJs about hitting up toronto. She was done work at 6, so we planned it for then.

I grabbed her and took 20 out of the account (I’m so beyond broke these days) and managed to make the 640 train to Union. The plan was to catch the 12:13 back home. I made the mistake of smokin a tiny joint before the train ride and was tripping the entire way (twas a bad one too. I’m slowing it down and just stopping soon enough). DJs made the great suggestion of calling up BeautifulBohemianBre (BBB) who’s living in the city out on Bloor St. these days. We took the subway up to meet BBB and her ‘friend.’ Her ‘friend’ happened to be none other than MR . Twas a great surprise.

We all headed over to the Beer Station for a pint or 2 and some food. MR, DJ and I ordered quesadillas and BBB chowed down on a burger. We all watched the Olympic opening games, tittered, talked religion, and talked trash.

3 others met up with us and we made our way over to another bar just down the road. It was pretty empty and the pints were too expensive, plus the waitress was a bitch. This place was the infamous Tap. Such a shame.

So, we packed up and made our way over to the poolhall. There were 2 young asian men in the corner on a piano, singing. The fact that they were taking it so seriously, made it hilarious yet endearing. We all sat around a booth and got some delicious cheap beer. MR got up and began dancing with Bre and soon we all joined in. Waltzing of course. I have pictures I’m sure. MR somehow found a guitar and began singing one of BBB’s songs. It was honestly one of the most lovely sights I had ever seen. The two of them were staring into each others eyes from across the room, singing and smiling together. BBB’s got a keeper in this one.

If Djs and I were to make the 12:13 train we had to leave right then. We said goodbye to new and old friends and made promises of future visits. As we just made the train I looked at DJs and realized what a great I have and promised myself to never take advantage of that. All in all, great fucking mission.

wed.feb.10.2010

“I’ve got a case of the mondays, I mean wednesdays!”

Why can’t we ever get wednesday right?

L: “This is awesome, we should do this every Monday, make it a Monday tradition!!”

Me (while waiting for elevator): “IT’S WEDNESDAY!!!! BAHAHAHAHAHA”

(We had just done shrooms and had a pint. L’s still underage, but since I vouched for her with the security guard, she wasn’t I.D’d and let into pub.)

A week later…

L: “What? We don’t have that class. It’s Tuesday, we don’t have Peter on Tuesdays.”

Me: “Seriously?! It’s Wednesday”

L: “uuuugh, fuck. I’ll get it next week.”

This Wednesday, I drank at noon. Then, really enjoyed Peter’s class. Slightly epic.

Feb.9

Him: “So not gonna lie, you were looking pretty damn hot today”

her: “lol, Thanks honey. I felt like complete shit, so that totally made my day”

him: “Well, you definitely didn’t look it. My mind was wandering off to everything I’d like to do to you when I saw you lol”

her: “lmao, really? like what?”

him: “I’d much rather show you than tell you about it”

her: “haha, I bet you were drooling over everyone today, ya hornball”

him: ” nope just you. The thought of your thighs wrapped around my body just seemed like a good way to enjoy the day.”

her: “lol, if you’d’ve grabbed and pushed me against a wall, I’d have only resisted a little”

him: “So if I suggest we go back to my place for a bit during one of our breaks or something, you would say…”

her: “You’ll have to ask to find out. Simple as that.”

This is such a bad idea. Yet, I’m really excited by it. I never do things conventionally, so why would I go about this in an A-B fashion, when I can zig-zag my way around.

Saturday February 6, 2010

So I had this all written out but MicrosoftWord decided to crap its pants and didn’t save. I’m very pissed.But here it goes, again

Having the house to yourself is such a great treat. I enjoyed taking my time to do absolutely nothing at all.

I left the house pretty late, but hot damn did I look good. I made my over to BigBro’s where I chugged a couple brews and made myself a vodka-based drink. Nattyboo made her way over and then we were off to The Tap and Tankard.

She chatted up a boy she knew from the gym, while I chatted up his hockey player friend.

The tap got old so we made our way ver to OTR. We danced our way aroudn to the furthest bar and ran into a group of Birthday boys.

BDayBoy#1: “It’s our Birthday!! We’re both 21!”

CuteFriend: “It’s their birthday!! Is it your birthday too?”

I love Natyboo for many reasons, but one of the main reason why i love her is because she’s a complete bullshit artist like me, “Ofcourse its our birthday! let’s do shots!” We danced with the cute group of friends for the majority of the night. I think I made the birthday boys night when I leant him my lips, but soon it was time to go. I kissed the bday boy good night and we were off. (2 mikes in 2 weekends? ha, why not haha).

Went back to BigBro’s to find Paps and EyebrowsChris. Apparently, Eyeborws Chris is training to be a firefighter so ofcourse I called him a ‘whore’.

I was really drunk, it was a great night.

February 1 - 5, 2010

Monday was the big moving day. BigBro had bought his first house. I was on a rampage home, completely fed up with my day until I got a txt from BigBro saying “Are you going to come see my house?” I was so caught up in my own fristration that I completely forgot. I made my over to find my parents had set up a little pooja [prayer] place for BigBro. Personally, I’m not big on any religion, but I go along with it to please my mother, as does BigBro. When the Parental Units left, it was time to properly ‘christen’ the house.

Cousins Milkshake and Paps came over along with friends Yans, Kyra and Ashrey. We lit up a blunt in the kitchen and had a few laughs before heading back to our respective homes.

Wednesday was the epic fail that was a soccer game. Yes we lost, No I didn’t keep track of how much we lost by. I went over to BigBro’s house to see the new paint job in the kitchen and smoke yet again. Great end to a long ass day.

Sun.Jan.31/2010

“Who the fuck is Dale Nickerson?!”

I woke up to the vibration and loud sounds that my phone was making underneath me. McNeeds had txted me saying “Whoa. We had a really intense convo last night,” this was via BBm. My blackberrymessenger has been messed up lately and keeps deleting the conversations I have going, so I couldn’t completely recall what had been said. Apparently, we both thought that the 2 of us should have hooked up in the beginning as opposed to liking each others friends, which led us know where. SC woke me up again at 10:30am with talks of breakfast and going to grab her. I looked at my phone again and briefly re-called getting Dale Nickerson’s number. Still wasn’t a hundred percent sure what he looked like though.

L and I eventually pulled ourselves together and made our way over to Ms.Chappell’s where her and IrishBaileys looked pretty dead. The BuryTheBully boys were up and ready to eat. Us ladies however got distracted by Sherlock the Pipe and ended up smoking so many bowl that we could eventually feel the drunkenness from the night before hitting us again. We looked at the shenanigans and preverbial rants of what went on the night before throught picture and video. It all definitely solicited a lot of laughs. Apparently, IrishBaileys really enjoyed feeling up L last night.

We eventually made our way over to Wally’sWorld and ordered our giant breakfasts’. I get really quiet when I’m that stoned, so I just listened to Michelle ramble on about nothing as the boys of BUryTheBully looked on from the booth a couple rows behind us, laughing. Apparently, we were all being really funny. It didn’t help that we were wearing 3D glasses and looking at stuff that was tripping us out.

“IrishBaileys, you know, when you’re an old lady, your boobs are going to be wrinkley and sagging to the ground.”

“Thanks for pointing out that I’m not wearing a bra Ms.Chappell.”

We girl talked, ate and made our way out. Safe to say I was out of commission for the rest of Sunday. Great weekend.

We made our way over to Junction, as Lys was kind enough to give me a ride with her party. The line up for the club was ridiculous, so we opted for Riley’s instead. Riley’s is actually a pretty sweet bar. There’s the bottom main floor, which has a live act going along with a ton of tables and a huge bar. The upper floor is basically a giant pool hall with a lounge area with comfy couches and a fireplace, along with a bar.

As soon as we get in, IrishBaileys begins chatting up the Live Act solely to get at his food. I went to sit with her and stole a lattice fry right off the Live Act’s plate. I’m really intoxicated at this point mind you. The Live Act eventually finishes his burger and gets ready to hit his stage. “Would you like the rest of this?” He asks IrishBaileys and of course she says yes. L, IrishBaileys and I dig in, devouring the plate in minutes. [When I asked IrishBaileys why she was chatting the guy up specifically for his food, she answered, “What? L was hungry, I had to feed my young.”]  We all got drinks and began our own dance party in front of the Live Act.

I made my way over to the bar and ran into McNeeds.
Back-story: McNeeds and I met at the beginning of the year with GayBoy. I sort of developed a thing for GayBoy the more I got to know him. My girl, BJ had a thing for McNeeds, so I let him be. BJ and McNeeds hooked up for a night did their thing, but BJ is so fucking boring and anti-social that McNeeds was over it. Then a couple of weeks ago, McNeeds meets Nattyboo at Shag’s with me and he’s smitten. He gives me his number to give to her all the while saying, “I’d fuck her in a second. Hell, I’d fuck you too, you’re pretty fucking hot, and I’d totally do you.”  So since McNeeds and GayBoy are friends and Nattyboo and I are friends, we all went out for drinks. Fun, awkward when they kept saying GayBoy and I had major sexual tension between us, but clumsy, butterfly inducing fun nonetheless.

“Your friend Nattyboo’s a bitch!”
“Well, your friend GayBoy’s a fucking douche. What’s his problem?!” And so we started talking. I can’t really remember about what until McNeeds says, “I really have the urge to kiss you right now.” To which I replied, “Go for it.” L and Ms.Chappell watched on in wonder and laughed calling me a ‘make-out whore’. So what? It’s true and I’m okay with that. I saunter over to L and Ms.Chappell and say, “What? I know him. He’s a friend of mine so it’s okay.”

Lys and her party had a bit of drama and Lys took off leaving RudeBoi, K-boy and ABF to find their own way back to Ajax.

L and I took off to Philatio’s to see SC and her party. There was pizza when we got there, so I was deeply satisfied. I guess I ended up chatting up some hideous guy that I felt that I had a deep connection with since he gave me his number and all. SC and L roughed each other up and I knew it was time to go. SC and her bf took off and I played with Philatio’s puppies until our cab came to take us back to L’s.
We took the cab back to Ms.Chappell’s to grab my car (which L fought me on, but my stupidity eventually won out) and got back to the res hall.

Of course we made a pit stop at Jonkies, where him and his boys were listening to music and being boys. I was still on my vulgarity streak and kept making phallic mouth and hand movements at L and we both knew that it was time for our heads to hit the pillow. Until the morning!

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I haven’t been this drunk since nye. fucking epic.

The night started with yours truly, stealthily sneaking out of the house while the Father figure was in the washroom and telling mum that I’m crashing at L’s, with the promise of being home by 9am. ha, that definitely didn’t happen :P

I motored my way over to Ms.Chappell’s to find L and Ms.Chappell already half in. Joining our little party was NOTL friend, IrishBaileys. Gorgeous, sweet, hilarious and a fellow tequila drinker, I was a fan. I cracked open a Carlsberg and poured that sweet nectar into a Guinness pint glass and did a shot of tequila.  The ladies and I are really big on dance parties so we put on some Queen and sang and danced our hearts out. Yes, there is a video, and no the public will not view it.

Reason #1 I’m ashamed of my actions this night:     So, Ms.Chappell and IrishBaileys kept posting video messages on peoples Facebook wall. And I thought it would be appropriate to join when they posted one on some hutt guy’s wall. But the words I uttered in the background lead to hysterical laughter and utter embarrassment. They were, “I’m just looking for a good fuck.” Yes, I’m pure class.

After that fiasco, we promised ParkerBoy and his boys of Bury the Bully, that we’d play a drinking game with them. And so Kings and more belligerent words came out of my mouth but they did solicit laughs, so I figured it was ok.

I made the mistake of calling RudeBoi the gay best friend in front of ParkerBoy to which he got angry at and yelled, “WHat?! Why would you say that? You should be so lucky to be with RudeBoi, he’s awesome!” “I never said he wasn’t. Besides, it was Ms.Chappell that said this, not me. I was just repeating it,”  I said.

ParkerBoy and I have a funny relationship. I push his buttons, he yells at me and attempts to argue to which I usually act like a jackass and saunter away. Take our LeSketch excursion for example: I called him a pussy when I was playing wingman, and he attempted to lecture me, to which I replied by dancing at him. Yes, dancing at him. I started singing along with the song that was playing and just continued to dance at him, because I was done arguing and it pissed him off.

The original plan was to have the pre-drink at RudeBoi’s, but since we were all over at Casa de Chappell already, we told him to bring his friends over here. As soon as RudeBoi shows up to Chappells with K-boy, Lys and ABF, IrishBaileys asks him, “So…, are you and K-boy like… dating?”  Many laughs were had. Then it was time for the bar.

to be continued….

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