The Three One One
Saturday was brilliant. Brilliant is the only word for it.
Wait... scratch that... "Magnificent", "Stupendous", and "Unbelievable" work just as well.
I went to my old roomate's new place to see how Christine, Adrian, Glen and Serena were doing. They seem to be on their feet quite well, living at Jarvis and Wellesley. While walking to their apartment, I was a little taken aback by the amount of men wearing bright colours and tight little clothes. I wonder what that's all about? There's something going on in that neighbourhood, I just know it! ;)
After a short visit, Jay, Glen, Age and myself headed out for some basketball at a little park court behind their building. We started off with a game of HORSE which predictably ended with Glen and I battling it out for top spot. After a few failed attempts at impossible shots, I finally stumped him with some craziness and managed to take home the trophy for the day. Yay me. Followed by HORSE we played 3 games 'to 7' and switched up the teams every time. First Glen and I won, then Age and I won, then Jay and I won (off a lazy turnover by Glen and some lightning quick reflexes from yours truly). So on the day, I went 4-0 in ball. Thus continuing my streak of undefeated competition in all sports so far this summer. That sounds impressive, doesn't it? I'm not so sure. If I'M undefeated, then I'm not playing the right competition. Simple as that.
After the ballin' and a shower, we headed out to see 311 and as usual, they rocked the bitch out. Simple as that. They tore the muthafukin roof off the Kool Haus. Billy, Tom (first time at a 311 show), Jay, Glen, Age, Christine and myself had an amazing time rocking out to the tunes we love so much. They played a LOT of their older songs which definitely made Glen the happiest man in the room. I, for one, didn't get to hear my favourites off the new album (Speak Easy and Whiskey And Wine), but rawked out like a mofo none the less. Nick Hexum was in fine form, S.A. had his cast off his hand (broken while punching out Scott Stapp from Creed - see December LJ entries for details - ), P-Nut danced like a villain, Tim had his shaggy mane grown out again to compliment his tattooed arms and his viscious guitar licks, and Chad Sexton, while not losing his psychotic drumming ability, somehow managed to get very, very fat. That's a drummer for you. Watch out, Matt Gee, that's where you're headed if you don't mind yourself!
Towards the end of the show I noticed a foxy blond lady was sort of jumping all over me, and by the last song she was essentially dry humping me. As soon as the last note was struck and the band began to exit the stage, she started talking to me and in no time I figured out that she had me confused with someone else she knew. We came to this realization more or less together when she said "your name's Ryan, right?" and I replied with "I'm beginning to wish it was!". Turns out she was a nice girl named Amber, and she was full of compliments for me. Though it was nice to have that ego boost, I don't really need it as I'm already pretty high on myself, and it became obvious to me that she was pretty much just a drunk chick looking to take a guy home with her after the show. Not that long ago, I may have tried to jump on that like a fat kid on an Oreo, but for some reason this time I actually found it kind of lame. The end result being her giving me a hug and a kiss goodbye, and I made my way out, only to run into her several more times on the way to get some street meat. I'd simply wink and say "G'night hot stuff... and good luck."
I've got someone else on my mind and I'm going to focus my energies in that direction for as long as it's a good idea. Amber, if you somehow read this, I hope you found what you were looking for last night. And I hope it wasn't that REALLY scruffy looking guy I saw you walking away with at the end of the night. I don't know you at all, but I DO know that you're better than that.
All in all, the Summer of Sommer continues uninterrupted to the path of greatness and I can only hope that by helping enough blind people cross the street, opening enough doors for women, and giving up enough seats on the bus to senior citizens, my karma will see me through the fall and winter and ensure me all the same successes that I've enjoyed the last few months.
Mad love to anyone who reads this. I don't just do it for my health, you know. :)
Wait... scratch that... "Magnificent", "Stupendous", and "Unbelievable" work just as well.
I went to my old roomate's new place to see how Christine, Adrian, Glen and Serena were doing. They seem to be on their feet quite well, living at Jarvis and Wellesley. While walking to their apartment, I was a little taken aback by the amount of men wearing bright colours and tight little clothes. I wonder what that's all about? There's something going on in that neighbourhood, I just know it! ;)
After a short visit, Jay, Glen, Age and myself headed out for some basketball at a little park court behind their building. We started off with a game of HORSE which predictably ended with Glen and I battling it out for top spot. After a few failed attempts at impossible shots, I finally stumped him with some craziness and managed to take home the trophy for the day. Yay me. Followed by HORSE we played 3 games 'to 7' and switched up the teams every time. First Glen and I won, then Age and I won, then Jay and I won (off a lazy turnover by Glen and some lightning quick reflexes from yours truly). So on the day, I went 4-0 in ball. Thus continuing my streak of undefeated competition in all sports so far this summer. That sounds impressive, doesn't it? I'm not so sure. If I'M undefeated, then I'm not playing the right competition. Simple as that.
After the ballin' and a shower, we headed out to see 311 and as usual, they rocked the bitch out. Simple as that. They tore the muthafukin roof off the Kool Haus. Billy, Tom (first time at a 311 show), Jay, Glen, Age, Christine and myself had an amazing time rocking out to the tunes we love so much. They played a LOT of their older songs which definitely made Glen the happiest man in the room. I, for one, didn't get to hear my favourites off the new album (Speak Easy and Whiskey And Wine), but rawked out like a mofo none the less. Nick Hexum was in fine form, S.A. had his cast off his hand (broken while punching out Scott Stapp from Creed - see December LJ entries for details - ), P-Nut danced like a villain, Tim had his shaggy mane grown out again to compliment his tattooed arms and his viscious guitar licks, and Chad Sexton, while not losing his psychotic drumming ability, somehow managed to get very, very fat. That's a drummer for you. Watch out, Matt Gee, that's where you're headed if you don't mind yourself!
Towards the end of the show I noticed a foxy blond lady was sort of jumping all over me, and by the last song she was essentially dry humping me. As soon as the last note was struck and the band began to exit the stage, she started talking to me and in no time I figured out that she had me confused with someone else she knew. We came to this realization more or less together when she said "your name's Ryan, right?" and I replied with "I'm beginning to wish it was!". Turns out she was a nice girl named Amber, and she was full of compliments for me. Though it was nice to have that ego boost, I don't really need it as I'm already pretty high on myself, and it became obvious to me that she was pretty much just a drunk chick looking to take a guy home with her after the show. Not that long ago, I may have tried to jump on that like a fat kid on an Oreo, but for some reason this time I actually found it kind of lame. The end result being her giving me a hug and a kiss goodbye, and I made my way out, only to run into her several more times on the way to get some street meat. I'd simply wink and say "G'night hot stuff... and good luck."
I've got someone else on my mind and I'm going to focus my energies in that direction for as long as it's a good idea. Amber, if you somehow read this, I hope you found what you were looking for last night. And I hope it wasn't that REALLY scruffy looking guy I saw you walking away with at the end of the night. I don't know you at all, but I DO know that you're better than that.
All in all, the Summer of Sommer continues uninterrupted to the path of greatness and I can only hope that by helping enough blind people cross the street, opening enough doors for women, and giving up enough seats on the bus to senior citizens, my karma will see me through the fall and winter and ensure me all the same successes that I've enjoyed the last few months.
Mad love to anyone who reads this. I don't just do it for my health, you know. :)