Wut up, homiez? Dis is da K to da izzle... E to da....
hmm... *looks around to see if anyone noticed.. nope! all clear!* Good evening (morning?) ladies and gentleman...
The day is July 28th, 2005. Today was, quite possibly, one of the best days I've had in a long time... Allow me to elaborate!
I woke up this morning with the intent to see Anna. I got up bright and early, got dressed and showered (and shaved - which is rare!!!).. those of you who know me will understand.. I left my scruffy sideburns and my goatee though.... But I did modify the sideburns slightly.. They're not as "pointed" as they were.... They were too early '70s Elvis for me... like two giant triangles on the side of my face... now they're just long and scruffy... i cant tell if this is an improvement or not... you'll be the judge at the bbq!
I got dressed, and at about 9:00 I dodged the raindrops as I hopped out to the p-car. The leather interior is beautiful - if it gets wet I just need to wipe it down! I swear those seats are holding up well for being as old as me.. ahh yes - 1983 was a good year... and for some reason Anna just put it together that i am the same age as my car... Which isn't entirely accurate. My car was born in June - I was in January.. I was 6 months old when Phillis was born... oh if he could see me then.. weighing in at 6 pounds 3 ounces, I *almost* could have fit in the back seats! hehehe
Anyway, so I hopped in the car around 9 or so and I was greeted by a day that was as dark and as dismal as the ass of a east-bound dog at sunrise... (figure that analogy out).. I showed up, 15 minutes late (of course.. but according to KST (Kyle Standard Time = +30 mins) I was actually 15 mins early.. Since when does it take an hour to drive downtown???
let me get this straight... door to door - Brian's house (Fort Erie) to mine, in a '96 Pontiac I can drive it in 57 minutes... but from Mississauga to Toronto in an '83 Porsche it takes me an hour? Rediculous... Anyway I picked her up and after some pretty fancy detours, which ended with me giving up and taking the ETR and paying the fee to drive the 407, we got back to my place.... in an hour - figure that one out!
We had the house to ourselves - my mother was at work.. so we hung around for a bit.. She refused to eat anything saying that she never eats breakfast. I never eat breakfast either - it literally makes me sick.. But I felt like a dolt having her here and not offering her anything.
All of a sudden, Darth Vader arrives... oh wait, no, it's not Darth.. It's just my phone playing the Imperial March. It's my boss from work. But seeing as how I had a guest, and that it was my day off - I didn't bother answering it.. no voicemail so it must not have been all bad.. Seeing as how I'm pretty much the only person who knows how to run things over there, she comes to me a lot... as do all the other new employees. It's not rare for me to get 6am phone calls asking how to modify reservations.. or how to handle deposits.. This time I chose to ignore their pleas for help..
We stuck around here until 1:30ish. At which point we decide we're hungry. "Anna, if you decide where we go eat, I'll decide on what we do for the rest of the afternoon.."
she couldn't even do THAT... which is funny because I'm always the "whatever you want to do" person... but in this case - she is!!! my dear friends, I apologize from the bottom of my heart - I never knew how difficult it was to deal with me in the past.. Through my twin, I have seen the err of my ways and promise to be able to make decisions more easily in the future. We end up at Burger King, where they futzed up the order... I could tell Anna really wanted what she ordered so I packaged her whopper back up and exchanged it for what she ordered. The nasty part? get this - they put the Whopper i gave them back up to be re-served.... *barf*
It took us over an hour to eat our meals.. We had some much-needed conversations - some points that I wanted to make very clear.. Then we argued. "Anna, because you couldn't pick where we ate - pick the movie we're going to see."
no dice - we even narrowed it down to The Island and Batman in IMAX...
we didn't end up seeing either one of those - instead we forked over some Washington's (just doesn't sound right to say we forked queens...) and went to see War of the Worlds...
EXCELLENT flick... in the words of Biff: "Great friggin' flick!"
Anna poked herself in the eye - it made me laugh. That is all.
After that we lounged in the car for a bit then decided to get thrown about inside a giant plastic enclosure, we competed in the Indy 500, hit a few home runs, surfed, boxed, played the guitar, flew a jet airplane, went Skiing, bass fishing, and we saved the Mayor from a burning building (but the fucker ran right back in again - oh well his loss)...
we did all that today..
yes - all of it...
Actually we went to Playdium and did it all virtually, but it was still a fun idea anyway. The idea was to go there for the GoKarts, but SOMEONE has misplaced her licence (which was required to ride these Karts) so we hit up the batting cage instead (pun intended).
We started at the 60mph machine... I didn't do too badly, but not as great as I would have liked. I tipped most of them and shot them right up in the air... My problem was that I was swinging under all of them.. Anyway, after this I got fearless and went to the 70mph machine... hit a few decent shots to left field, but not before swinging the bat and sandwiching my index finger and jamming my thumb between the aluminum bat and the 70mph ball.. I expected worse, but it doesn't hurt really... I'm a MAN *hulk pose*
after the games we went up to the bar upstairs. I didn't want a drink, and Anna refused to order what she wanted, so i got 2 Pepsi's... for free (guess the attractive "girl-next-door"-esque bartendender thought I was kinda cute... :D
it quickly somehow became 10pm and I had to take her back downtown to drop her off.. where I waited for her to get on the right bus and get on her way.. just got home around 1 (filled up - 82 cents for the cheap stuff.. but i decided to give Phillis a drink of the 89 octane instead of the regular 87.. What? He drove from downtown Toronto to the gas station in Mississauga with the gas light blazing, and the needle PLANTED at the lowest possible point of the gas gague (it couldn't have gone any lower). He deserved a drink... not quite 91 quality - but I'm saving the 91 for when I PowerPROM his poor brain and chip him.. I cant wait - that car is so fun to drive.. i cant imagine what it'd be like chipped!
I got home.. I'm sure there's a bunch of stuff I'm forgetting, and a bunch of stuff that probably could have been condensed, but this is my blog and if you dont like it then bite me.
Until next time....... *fade to black*
:: Eldorado ::
Thursday, July 28, 2005 ::
3:13:00 AM
