SATURDAY.

in the afternoon i took harly for a 3 hour

walk/shopping/visiting trip down 17th. it was

pretty awesome and i think i started a good base

tan. ran into hector and we tried to help him find

some new denim - we were unsuccessful.

we went to chilies for dinner. i don't know why.

after a horrible dinner and taking care of some

business, we went and met our wild pack of buddies

for some 10 pin glow in the dark bowling.

after stepping out for a moment and 5 joints, we

went back in, and things got serious. 

- there was a little dude beside us that had a mad

spin on his ball and was killing everyone.

- everyone we were with was at least 10 years

my senior, so naturally, winnings were effortless.

-  spilt a little something something on my pants

during dinner and of course under the black lights

it looked like i had splooge all over my upper thigh.

phillip of course didnt hesitate in making it a huge deal.

- the alley starts to play 'baby got back', and after a few

seconds turns it waaay, waay up (like, club loud).

- everyone (and this bowling alley was full) starts

 dancing like we're at a p.diddy party!!

- the awesome follow up? fucking 'living on a prayer'.

passed on going to the bar afterwards and we 

started to watch rob and big again. i think i somehow

missed the first episode yesterday and its one of the

best ones (which is hard to say because they're all 

pretty epic).

fun, easy going saturday. pretty good stuff. 

i head back to edmonton tomorrow afternoon. lame.

also, i think i drink beer now? this scares me!

i need to hang out with some girls and talk about

non boyish things before all dudes ever want to be

is my best friend - i may or may not be more then

a few months late on that one.