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Story Time...
After making creme brulees, watching Meet Joe Black, and other considerable supervisionless mischief, Eli and I got in my car to leave his house and play some pool. I look at my odometer and I see that I have exactly ten miles until it reads 111111.
Quick thought process: HOLY SHIT I WANT A PICTURE OF THIS WHEN IT HAS 6 ONES ACROSS THE BOARD. BUT I DONT HAVE A CAMERA! FUCK!!
Being equally, if not more obsessed with wonderful number combinations in addition to documentation of any sort, Eli agreed that the only possible response to such a situation was to see if there was less than or equal to ten miles between point A [his house] and point B [mine] At such a circumstance I would be able to retrieve my camera and take a picture of the momentous 111111
Well....children....it turns out that there was more than ten miles between our houses...
WE PARKED THE CAR AT 11111 AND WALKED THE REST OF THE WAY HOME TO GET MY CAMERA!
Ha!
Other news suggests that Eli has outdone himself in the Awesome Department because after dining me at Roy's on Friday [a pretty penny for that plate I might add] he took me to Circa on Saturday night. Kevin, our favourite waiter brought us our drinks without taking an order...He knows us that well! He also had our backs on an environmental discrepency. FUCK YOU RICH ASSHOLES FOR HATING FLAVOURFUL AIR!
Afterwards, we endured a beautiful evening with our coined GinBulls.
Sunday, we awoke in a state of giddy-stupor and went to the Laundro-Lounge where we neither laundered nor lounged but enjoyed much more of an intensly rediculous session of sitting and talking and maintaining body heat.
Once we regained the ability to function in society and obey traffic laws, we did just that, funcitoned in society and obeyed traffic. Namely we finished our homemade creme brulees which were made at two different homes so they were more of a double-homemade creme brulee........and two is better than one.
And the greatness of this entry lies in the fact that it ends where it began. Yes...It ends at the making creme brulees and it begins several hours later after the making of the brulees and the watching of the Meet Joe Black and the laughing at the weird things our perosnalities exemplify through the movie and admiring the exquisit ligihting of such a film and also the vacant house related mischief. And then the Departure....and then the intense ten mile rush to my home. [PS driving faster or slower really has no bearing on the distance in miles between two points...so for the sake of time, don't experiment with such an idea]
Oh yes....and John took some photos of me a while back and for the record, a few are on myspace.com but this seems to be everyones favourite :]
After making creme brulees, watching Meet Joe Black, and other considerable supervisionless mischief, Eli and I got in my car to leave his house and play some pool. I look at my odometer and I see that I have exactly ten miles until it reads 111111.
Quick thought process: HOLY SHIT I WANT A PICTURE OF THIS WHEN IT HAS 6 ONES ACROSS THE BOARD. BUT I DONT HAVE A CAMERA! FUCK!!
Being equally, if not more obsessed with wonderful number combinations in addition to documentation of any sort, Eli agreed that the only possible response to such a situation was to see if there was less than or equal to ten miles between point A [his house] and point B [mine] At such a circumstance I would be able to retrieve my camera and take a picture of the momentous 111111
Well....children....it turns out that there was more than ten miles between our houses...
WE PARKED THE CAR AT 11111 AND WALKED THE REST OF THE WAY HOME TO GET MY CAMERA!
Ha!
Other news suggests that Eli has outdone himself in the Awesome Department because after dining me at Roy's on Friday [a pretty penny for that plate I might add] he took me to Circa on Saturday night. Kevin, our favourite waiter brought us our drinks without taking an order...He knows us that well! He also had our backs on an environmental discrepency. FUCK YOU RICH ASSHOLES FOR HATING FLAVOURFUL AIR!
Afterwards, we endured a beautiful evening with our coined GinBulls.
Sunday, we awoke in a state of giddy-stupor and went to the Laundro-Lounge where we neither laundered nor lounged but enjoyed much more of an intensly rediculous session of sitting and talking and maintaining body heat.
Once we regained the ability to function in society and obey traffic laws, we did just that, funcitoned in society and obeyed traffic. Namely we finished our homemade creme brulees which were made at two different homes so they were more of a double-homemade creme brulee........and two is better than one.
And the greatness of this entry lies in the fact that it ends where it began. Yes...It ends at the making creme brulees and it begins several hours later after the making of the brulees and the watching of the Meet Joe Black and the laughing at the weird things our perosnalities exemplify through the movie and admiring the exquisit ligihting of such a film and also the vacant house related mischief. And then the Departure....and then the intense ten mile rush to my home. [PS driving faster or slower really has no bearing on the distance in miles between two points...so for the sake of time, don't experiment with such an idea]
Oh yes....and John took some photos of me a while back and for the record, a few are on myspace.com but this seems to be everyones favourite :]