to post, or not to post.....I shall post!
Well it seems like forever since I last updated this thing. I think I updated it twice this month? Awesome! So here I am updating it now. Wooo! Look at me go. This is thrilling. What will I write next? Who knows, but you're still reading this so away I go.
So right now I'm actualy at my grandfathers condo in Toronto. I'm looking out here from the corner of Dundas and Islington. Fun times. I figured since I havent seen him in a while it was time to pay him a visit between my Birthday and the wedding I was at over the weekend. Speaking of such, I should tell you guys about that.
So yeah, I was at this wedding over the weekend, but not just any wedding. Oh no. I was at an Italian wedding. And this thing was a true Italian wedding, an Italian bride and groom. Oh joy. Half of it was even in Spanish or Italian. I think it was in Italian. Thats what they speak over in Italy right? Either way, half of it wasn't in English, thats what I mean to say. And my god was there alot of people there. Over 500 at the very least. This thing was so big, there were two large screens showing arias of the wedding that you couldn't see. There was a full film crew and full band and everything. It was insane.
And the food. Oh man, the food. It just kept coming. I thought the antipasta buffet was it. I though that was what was for dinner. That was barly the finger food. I was almost full of that, by the time the real pasta came, I was pritty much full, and the pasta was the real appitizer, there was still three courses after that. I'm still full from it, and this is two days afterwords. I don't know how those Italians do it. They've gotta have like three stumics or something.
After dinner (or I should say once the food stopped coming and a general buffet opened) the dance floor opened and poeples started to dance. Before I get to that, it must be noted that both my parents were there with their spouce. That was interesting, because at the church, we all shaired a puew together. Shane and I sat in the middle, but it was still quite nice.
So the dance floor. I kinda told my mom that I'd dance with her, and by that, I mean she said to me "Michael save me a dance" and I said "yeah sure what ever. Sounds good" thinking that a slow dance or what not. Well what song did she want to dance to but 'Tonight's gonna be a good night' by the stupid Black eyed peas. If I didn't hate the song before (Which I sertanly did) than I deffinitly do now. That was the most alkward things I've done. I just kinda alkwardly moved side to side to the 'beat' of the music. My mom told me I need to loosen up.
And then there was my brother who desided he wanted to get smashed. So he proceeded to do so. Fun times that was. If I thought he was annoying before......
Best part though was talking to this awesome girl about my age, and we kept connecting on everything. She loved my bowtie, I loved her pokadot dress, She works at a Library and Chapters, I've worked at two libraries, I'm taking the course she wants to take, and is planning on taking, I just finnished reading the Sailor Moon Manga, she just got a cat and called her Luna, we both love collecting old books, we have a love and respect for them, we both agreed it was more fun sitting outside of the dancehall were we could still hear the music, but we could also carry on a conversation, we both got the centerpiece to our tables because we were labled the 'party poopers', we both are obsessed with Harry Potter to the point of being slightly delusional (I said I was going to grow up to Marry Luna Lovegood, she was going to grow up to Marry Nevil Longbottom) it was amasing. Each time I would say something she would brighten up like a floresient lightbalb, and each time she would say something I would completely click with it. As I said to Kortney afterwords, if she told me she liked Progressive Rock Music I would have asked her to marry me right then and there.
But she had never heard of progressive rock and her boyfriend/significant other was sitting beside us the whole time. Which was a real kick to the balls. And I don't mean anything against the guy or anything like that, I'm sure he's a swell guy and all, but he just reminded me of all those boyfriends that these girls have that I really like (the girls, not the boyfriends). I don't know what it is, but each girl that I've instintly clicked with and have been able to have a flowing conversation with, without second geussing myself or have those long drawnout alkward pauses, they always seem to have these boyfriends with these same personalities. As though this one guy constintly is there before I am. But oh well, like I said, nothing aganst the guy, I'm sure he's pritty cool, why else would an awesome girl go for him?
So that was the highlight of the wedding for me. And I made up for not talking progressive music by talking it out with Joe and Kortney. When people came by, since both Joe and Kortney are known to partake in substances, we had alot of weird people come up wanting to 'score'. It was entertaining. I met alot of colourful individuals.
Although it was fun driving my brother home when he was going off on drunk talk. The reseption was being held in Vaughn, so right when I turned onto Highway 7 he started up with the 'man, you're like, awesome man, and I know I'm drunk, oh man, I'm so drunk, but, man, you gotta lisen to me man, you just gotta lisen, because, even though I'm drunk, oh man I'm so drunk, why did I drink so much man? Man, you gotta hear me out man, cuz I'm speaking truth man, cuz man, I'm so drunk man.' and here I was thinking 'yay! another hour of this...oh crap the turn on to highway 400 is closed....to Jane street! he's still talking back there.....just listen to him go....he's still going.....why me?' Once he got into the 'best friend' talk, I knew it was downhill from there.
So yeah, my adventures in Italian wedding was deffinitly an experience I wont soon forget. It taught me manythings, like there really are girls out there for me, they just alreay have boyfriends. And that even my parents, under certain sercomstances, can get along civily. And that my brother loves to get drunk, but then hates being drunk. Who needs to go to Comicon when you've got an Italian wedding?
So right now I'm actualy at my grandfathers condo in Toronto. I'm looking out here from the corner of Dundas and Islington. Fun times. I figured since I havent seen him in a while it was time to pay him a visit between my Birthday and the wedding I was at over the weekend. Speaking of such, I should tell you guys about that.
So yeah, I was at this wedding over the weekend, but not just any wedding. Oh no. I was at an Italian wedding. And this thing was a true Italian wedding, an Italian bride and groom. Oh joy. Half of it was even in Spanish or Italian. I think it was in Italian. Thats what they speak over in Italy right? Either way, half of it wasn't in English, thats what I mean to say. And my god was there alot of people there. Over 500 at the very least. This thing was so big, there were two large screens showing arias of the wedding that you couldn't see. There was a full film crew and full band and everything. It was insane.
And the food. Oh man, the food. It just kept coming. I thought the antipasta buffet was it. I though that was what was for dinner. That was barly the finger food. I was almost full of that, by the time the real pasta came, I was pritty much full, and the pasta was the real appitizer, there was still three courses after that. I'm still full from it, and this is two days afterwords. I don't know how those Italians do it. They've gotta have like three stumics or something.
After dinner (or I should say once the food stopped coming and a general buffet opened) the dance floor opened and poeples started to dance. Before I get to that, it must be noted that both my parents were there with their spouce. That was interesting, because at the church, we all shaired a puew together. Shane and I sat in the middle, but it was still quite nice.
So the dance floor. I kinda told my mom that I'd dance with her, and by that, I mean she said to me "Michael save me a dance" and I said "yeah sure what ever. Sounds good" thinking that a slow dance or what not. Well what song did she want to dance to but 'Tonight's gonna be a good night' by the stupid Black eyed peas. If I didn't hate the song before (Which I sertanly did) than I deffinitly do now. That was the most alkward things I've done. I just kinda alkwardly moved side to side to the 'beat' of the music. My mom told me I need to loosen up.
And then there was my brother who desided he wanted to get smashed. So he proceeded to do so. Fun times that was. If I thought he was annoying before......
Best part though was talking to this awesome girl about my age, and we kept connecting on everything. She loved my bowtie, I loved her pokadot dress, She works at a Library and Chapters, I've worked at two libraries, I'm taking the course she wants to take, and is planning on taking, I just finnished reading the Sailor Moon Manga, she just got a cat and called her Luna, we both love collecting old books, we have a love and respect for them, we both agreed it was more fun sitting outside of the dancehall were we could still hear the music, but we could also carry on a conversation, we both got the centerpiece to our tables because we were labled the 'party poopers', we both are obsessed with Harry Potter to the point of being slightly delusional (I said I was going to grow up to Marry Luna Lovegood, she was going to grow up to Marry Nevil Longbottom) it was amasing. Each time I would say something she would brighten up like a floresient lightbalb, and each time she would say something I would completely click with it. As I said to Kortney afterwords, if she told me she liked Progressive Rock Music I would have asked her to marry me right then and there.
But she had never heard of progressive rock and her boyfriend/significant other was sitting beside us the whole time. Which was a real kick to the balls. And I don't mean anything against the guy or anything like that, I'm sure he's a swell guy and all, but he just reminded me of all those boyfriends that these girls have that I really like (the girls, not the boyfriends). I don't know what it is, but each girl that I've instintly clicked with and have been able to have a flowing conversation with, without second geussing myself or have those long drawnout alkward pauses, they always seem to have these boyfriends with these same personalities. As though this one guy constintly is there before I am. But oh well, like I said, nothing aganst the guy, I'm sure he's pritty cool, why else would an awesome girl go for him?
So that was the highlight of the wedding for me. And I made up for not talking progressive music by talking it out with Joe and Kortney. When people came by, since both Joe and Kortney are known to partake in substances, we had alot of weird people come up wanting to 'score'. It was entertaining. I met alot of colourful individuals.
Although it was fun driving my brother home when he was going off on drunk talk. The reseption was being held in Vaughn, so right when I turned onto Highway 7 he started up with the 'man, you're like, awesome man, and I know I'm drunk, oh man, I'm so drunk, but, man, you gotta lisen to me man, you just gotta lisen, because, even though I'm drunk, oh man I'm so drunk, why did I drink so much man? Man, you gotta hear me out man, cuz I'm speaking truth man, cuz man, I'm so drunk man.' and here I was thinking 'yay! another hour of this...oh crap the turn on to highway 400 is closed....to Jane street! he's still talking back there.....just listen to him go....he's still going.....why me?' Once he got into the 'best friend' talk, I knew it was downhill from there.
So yeah, my adventures in Italian wedding was deffinitly an experience I wont soon forget. It taught me manythings, like there really are girls out there for me, they just alreay have boyfriends. And that even my parents, under certain sercomstances, can get along civily. And that my brother loves to get drunk, but then hates being drunk. Who needs to go to Comicon when you've got an Italian wedding?