The week that was, or the weeks that have been I don’t really know at this point. I haven’t rambled to much the last couple weeks as I’ve been in bad shape the last two weekends thanks to Matt’s wedding in Banff and the high school ten year reunion (yes friends I am that old). Call me old balls if you will, some of my younger 20 something friends have already begun to so I’m ever so slowly dealing with it. I suppose maybe that’s the price you pay for not being married, having a steady relationship, or pooping out kids (or even thinking about it for that matter). NOT that there is anything wrong with that (that’s for you family people).
I’m sure for anyone that’s talked to me in the past couple weeks know full well how much fun all of us had at the wedding and that I feel somewhat guilty for potentially getting some of the staff at the Rimrock Hotel fired. For those that haven’t heard the jist of it is some of us were chasing some of the girls there and we ended up down in the staff basement, exactly where we’re not supposed to be. I don’t know what happened to them but after talking to one of the cooks the next morning most of the people were in a lot of trouble and probably out of work. In the words of Champ Kind, sorry about that…WHAMMY!
Regardless that was just one of a handful of stories from the Banff weekend. The majority of everything else I’d like to talk about should probably be stricken from the internet as some people from the wedding actually have careers to worry about or in worst case are in the national spotlight from time to time.
This past weekend was supposed to be a change of pace and a chance for me to detox before I headed to Calgary for the Stampede…what really happened is something I’m almost ashamed to talk about.
The reunion was good, I’ll be the first to admit that it was a little disappointing more people didn’t have the chance to show up so I could tell them about what I was up to now a days. For those that didn’t get that chance and read this (and I know there are a few) its simple. I’m doing the same thing I was doing in High School just a little fatter, a little drunker, and probably a lot more immature. For anyone that did talk to me that night (or the next morning for that matter) I to apologize, that wasn’t a foreign language I was speaking just jibberish due to intoxication.
Despite all the glory that the reunion was things took a turn for the worse the next day when I was supposed to go home as it seems I got caught up drinking a morning beer (or 10) and ended up at Brocko’s house for supper. The steaks were glory town, the corn was overcooked, and to tell you the truth I dont know what else we ate aside from a bottle of sour puss and Jose Cuervo (thats Spanish for Tequila). In honor of High School Ill put this into a simple math equation with a solution:
Draft Beer all morning + Sour Puss + Jose Cuervo + Red Wine = A sexy naked party.
I know what you’re thinking and yes for some bright reason the party ended up being naked. I’m still shaking my head. I’m shaking my head as I’m writing this and Ill be shaking my head as I continue to tell the story this week to everyone down south…after all as embarrassing as it was to showcase this healthy computer screen glow it still was fairly hilarious.
But that was the jist of what I remember from the reunion. I dont think anyone hooked up for old times sake but it was in true high school fashion where the ratio was about 10 guys to 1 girl and every girl is either married or dating one of the guys there.
Hopefully this upcoming weekend at the Calgary Stampede will result in a little better odds and a lot less male nudity.
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