Phasers...yetis...oh my.

My weekend started on Thursday. I went to class in the morning from 8:30-11:30, quickly ran up to Subway and grabbed a veggie sub and some cookies, and then went to work at AE from 12-7. After my shift I hurried on over to the boys place, served up some yetis and then hit the road to moncton. I felt fine all day, until the middle of the night when I awoke with terrible shooting pains jabbing me in the stomach. I couldn't sleep all night and rolled around in a sweat. I puked 3 times. The next morning while Trav was at school, I made some toast and tried to stomach it. I still kept getting the random bursts of pains/nausea but I kept my composure until later that night when everything came back up. However, I couldn't have felt better after that. I'm thinking perhaps it was food poisoning since I didn't feel sick like I had the flu.

Saturday was a shitshow. First of all, we all forgot it was Remembrance Day and that all the liquor stores were closed. We (Me, Travis, Wes and Bird) took a random trip to Memramcook because we heard there was a convenience store/liquor store there. After a lot of wasted gas and pointless wandering we headed back because the mysterious Esso was nowhere to be found. We ended up buying bootlegged alcohol from some sketchy old woman. Oh Prince Igor, you treated us well. We played Beerslut and Bird got all 4 of the Aces (Rule: Bottoms UP). Needless to say, we were all pretty fucking drunk. We hit up the Oxygen later on. I bet he doesn't remember this, but I seem to recall a drunk Mr. Travis singing James Blunt "Your Beautiful" to me while we danced to it. I also recall him singing it to me as we were looking for our cab. Anyways, the night only gets better from here. During our cab ride home this really drunk lady pulls out in front of us in a car -- literally swerving right and left all over the whole 4-laned Mountain Road. The cabbie called her plates in. Wheeeeeewwww.... When she stopped at the light, she was asleep when it turned green, so Brad Bird gets out of the cabbie van and opens her door and says: "You need to take a time out and pull your car into that parking lot. I called the cops." She just flips him the finger, and takes off. Hilarious. The cab ride home ended short, and that called for a reckless walk home. Reckless indeed. Many many letters from signs were stolen, and my birks were lost in a mountain of mud. Yes, they were saved by the Mr. McTravis himself, but they will never be the same again.

Why is it that whenever I get a new pair of birks, they always end up covered knee deep in mud?

I was 20 minutes late for my staff meeting at AE today. Bessie, why must you treat me like that sometimes...

We watched Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers tonight after a yeti session. Oh, I miss my childhood.