The Sandlot

It got to be late Sunday evening or maybe Monday when some other wedding details managed to escape the fog in my head. I vaguely recalled that upon my exit i was kissing peoples hands, like old school englishman style. By that point in the night I was totally cocked and the details were all a bit hazy. Couldn't recall if it was something I thought about doing but didn't or if I actually went through with it so I had to ask the only sober person who was around to witness the possible events at the end of the reception, gina.

GCC818: you kissed people's hands yeah
CAM62783: lol
CAM62783: oh god
CAM62783: whos
CAM62783: and why
GCC818: um i dont know why...a few people
CAM62783: tell me it was only girls and not guys :-[
GCC818: me jen michelle
GCC818: i didnt see any guys
CAM62783: funny or awkward?
CAM62783: cuz by that point i was just about out of it
GCC818: it wasnt awkward
GCC818: dont worry
GCC818: lol
CAM62783: im not worried. i just didnt recall doing that stuff till like monday
GCC818: you weren't that bad
GCC818: lol
GCC818: it was funny
CAM62783: i was going for charming i think

So if you were at the wedding and subjected to my attempts at chivalry or whatever you wanna call it I apologize. That said heres a pic. Rest can be found on my photo page, link is in the sidebar.

Where do I even begin...

Mike and Jen were wed lastnight in a nice ceremony at St. Mary's in Lockport. The afternoon got off to a humorous start when we discovered Josher had a hole in his tux pants just below his right ass cheek (the hole was later sewn up by his father in an emergency sewing session).

Nothing else of any excitement or note happened after that. The wedding went off without a hitch and we took a boat load of pics down by the canal and at willowbrook. Then came the reception. And what a reception it was.

In my life time, I have danced on 4 occassions. 2 were proms in highschool. 1 was out at Club Malibu when me teddy and shawn met melissa jill and janelle up there right after I had become single again. (that night was and is the finest night out I've ever had). And the 4th time was lastnight at the reception. In order for me to dance, I need to be beyond drunk. I wasnt drunk at the proms but I was for Malibu night(bear and i had like 15 shots each plus drinks) and naturally lastnight (wasnt keeping track but it wasnt pretty). Its not that I can't dance so much as I have no desire to until I'm so drunk that I dont remember i dislike it. So there I was lastnight, dancing fool toward the latter part of the festivities.

The reception was a blast. Partly because i was sauced, partly because the 2 DJ's were awesome and partly because the vibe and everyone there was just all about love. Oh and there was a massive dance off featuring Josher and some random dude. Ended up calling up Box so him n lori could come get me after it was over.

Then today I went over to jen's and found out that she had to drive moose home lastnight because he was drunk.

As soon as my camera stops being gay I'll get some pics up and I'll pirate some from shawn and who ever else has decent ones. My batteries died so I have no pics from the reception, just stff from the church and the picture sessions after words but we looked money.

Thanks to Mike and Jen for an awesome week/night and best of luck to you both in the future.

Last night was Mike's bachelor party. I started the night off here around 545 drinking with jake. Then moosy met us here and took us over to Willowbrook a little after 7. For some reason we were the first ones there, beating even shawn and the guest of honor. After a slow start things picked up around 8 and we had a decent crowd of about 20-25 people. We had a keg of Molson which we basically killed over the course of the next 2.5 hours. There was also some delicious pizza and wings and such. Then it was time for the lovely door prizes and raffle stuff.

I ended up winning this bad ass poker chip set. Moose n Jake scored a bottle of booze each and Mike won an ipod. some booze and the 50-50. There was also a beer pong table given away, more booze and some naughty movies if you know what I mean. Unfortunately, the Fleshlights that shawn ordered online didn't come in so those give aways are still pending.

The limo picked us up at 1030. For some reason, our drive was Mrs. Price's cousin. Yes, that Mrs. Price. Our high school english "teacher." So that was weird kinda. We hit up Scooters in Pendelton cause shawn's Aunt owns/works there. Then it was off to Slicks. By this point I wasn't feeling so hot and I ended up bailing at like 130 with tos burt and miz. The wildest shit happened on the way home.

Tos miz n burt were in one of those wildin out moods. So Tos was doing like 80 the whole way from slicks to the Holiday Inn in LP were burt and miz's cars were. After we dropped them off we started headed home. Miz n Tos were playing reindeer games and doing like 60 through the city of lockport. It all culminated going down market street. Tos blows through the yellow light on main n market trying to lose miz, who not to be stopped, just blew the red light. He then proceeds to pass tos going down the hill doing like 70. He gets in front of tos and hits the brakes as hes gonna turn over the first bridge. Out of no where a cop flies up behind tos and hes like oh we're fucked. Not to be so, cop breaks left and goes after Miz. I should point out Miz had booze in him and at this time i do not know the outcome of these events. Needless to say Tos took the back way home.

Ever since I started my new job I get the pleasure, or misfortune depending how you look at it, of seeing and meeting tons of new people. That how the business works. Just ask anyone who works in a grocery store. Normally its not that bad, sometime I even get to see hot pregnant chics in Grand Island.**

Sometimes it can be bad, like when you're in downtown Niagara Falls on 18th street in the heart of the ghetto. As bad as that would seem, the most atrocious thing I've witnessed going into stores occurs every Sunday when I have to go up to the Super Walmart on Transit near the Eastern Hills Mall.

Walmart has long been known for attracting the poor and scummy to their establishment with their ultra-low prices. And believe me, I've seen some really haggard ass fucks there. But this isn't even about that. This is a much deeper issue than I've lead on.

Everytime you walk into a walmart there's the greeter. Usually some old retired person who has to stand there and spout off salutations for 8 hours a day. Which is kinda awkward, I won't lie. At super Walmart, this isn't enough.

You'll also find a handicapped girl who cruises around in a wheel-chair collecting money and change and shit. And I don't mean crippled, I mean like severely mentally challenged when I say handicapped. It just strikes me as wrong. Exploitation of the handicapped in a department store. Seriously, every time i go there I want to do some thing terrible to the management. Its disgusting.

So basically what I'm saying is, fuck walmart and avoid going there at all costs unless you're prepared to deal with that dark place inside yourself.

Ever since me brett and ruggles went to Anal fest up in NT, I can't stop listening to one of the bands who played that night.

Pilate.

Oddly enough the singer, Todd, is in the back in this photo.

(I refuse to accept their recent name alteration to Pilot Speed. They're prepping to release material in the states and changed their name to avoid any legal issues; ie. Pilate's. Gay I know.)
I would venture to say they're one of the top 3 active bands right now. Hailing from Toronto, with vocal similarities to Radiohead and the musical stylings of jimmy eat world meets coldplay you can guess how I can make such a lofty proclamation. They have 2 cd's, the first, Caught by the window from 2002 and their latest from this year (see post title).

So if the same old crap on the radio is still boring you to death or you need a breath of fresh air in your life, check these guys out. You won't regret it. As always, they can be found in my shared folder.

Warning: the following anecdote is rather gross.

It involves the discussion of bodily functions and bodily fluids. Any persons who are either offended by such topics or have a weak stomach you mighty want to skip this post. That said its rather funny in a sick sort of way so on with the show.

So i wake up bright and early at 430am, fresh off my 2 and a half hour nap. First thing I did was head to the can. Based on the fact I didnt go number 2 the night before and I ate party food at Hot Ass Guy's I knew that if I didn't S in the morning I'd get into trouble right in the middle of my shift.

So I'm working. Crawl through Tops Wrights Corners in about 2 hours, head up to Tops LP. Another 2 hours there and I feel something stirring. Shit this isnt supposed to happen. I took my precationary crap already. So I head up to Tops on Maple Rd. in Amherst. Blow through that in like an hour and realize I'm approaching the danger zone and theres no way I can hold it till I get home so I gotta bite the bullet and use a public tops restroom. Enter the commedy.

I bust in the bathroom and theres some tops employee guy in there. First the layout. Urinal to the right, stall to the left. Sink is in line with the stall on the opposing wall. I notice that hes got some cleaning tools in his hands and in the bathroom. I glance at the urinal out of habit/curiosity and I see some nasty shit at the bottom, kinda looks like vomit. Oh wait. It is. Someone puked up a ton of nasty chunky shit. Dude doesnt look too thrilled when I walk in. I head for the stall and he exits. The stall isnt much better, some piss all over the seat and such. Gotta wipe that off then lay down the bed of TP so I'm not sitting on piss. Then I drop some heat. Smelled so bad. I chuckled to myself, thinking how that kid had to come back n finish cleaning up the puke, all the while smelling the nice gift I left him.

So there it is. Mostly gross and probably I'm the only one who finds it hilarious, but fuck it.