23 July, 2007

Spotted: spinner rims

And unlike Chris, I actually managed to capture its magnificence with my cell phone. Bonus point: it was outside of the Club Fit, right next to where I work. The dude that got out of the car was wearing a muscle tee and basically the EXACT same sort of guy you expected to outfit his truck with spinner rims.

21 July, 2007

The ultimate fight winner

From now on, I'm telling my enemies that this is what they look like:


That'll stop them in their tracks.

16 July, 2007

Happy Birthday, Rossy

To commemorate his 22nd anniversary of bursting out of a womb, Ross and Co. went bowling. Two significant things happened there:

1) Ross got beaten by Ashy. And that's not even the game where he fell flat on his face.
2) My absolute prowess in Wii bowling did not translate into equal prowess in real bowling (let's say I curled up into a fetal position somewhere along my uninterrupted streak of gutter balls)

I believe that's Ashy's gloating face.

Mostly people I know. Except Ryan, who apparently is the new deputy news guys. Meh. Stopped caring.

After bowling, we headed off to 1905. On our way, we dropped off Amanda, because she'd rather meet up with her boyfriend than to come eat nachos with us. But not before I took a picture of her to remember her by.



Then, something ridiculously funny happened. After we turned into 109 st, Rossy decided to stop by the cigar shop to get a birthday cigar. Danny, Robin and I had no inclination to join him and therefor we told him we'd wait in the car, which was parked in the parking lot of the nearby Taco Bell. After Ross hopped off, Robin and I suggested that it'd be HILARIOUS if we abandon Ross at the cigar store. Though Danny was interested in the comedic potential, he kept mumbling that we couldn't do that on the guy's birthday—implying that he'd be totally game if we do this in any other day. Just not today.

We eventually convinced Danny to park the car at the McDonalds, in a spot somewhat hidden by the drive thru. There, we listened to Blacklicious and waited for Ross to stumble out of the cigar store. I trained my camera towards the street corner, anticipating some kind of YouTube-worthy shenanigans.
It's not at all obvious in this picture (because I was laughing hysterically and couldn't hold my camera steadily) but Rossy was standing at the street corner looking all W-T-F.


So the plan was going through swimmingly. But Danny went ahead a ruined it by feeling all "guilty" and decided to honk at Ross and pulled up against him. There goes the highlight of the evening. Lame!

How rude! I don't even know why we went back for this guy.


Now with Rossy back in the car, we properly headed towards 1905. On our way there, we saw the driver in the car ahead of us spit out of his car. Robin and I urged Danny to drive up to the guy so I could take a picture of him. But then, Danny went ahead and ruined it all (again!) by turning into Jasper Ave. Conclusion: Danny, you're a no fun driver!

Despite my shaky camera handling, I think I still got the guy's license plate.

And then we finally arrived at 1905. Nothing interesting happened there.


Oh, except for the part where Danny enthusiastically rubbed his bum against the pool table.



Epilogue:

After we left the bar, we walked down Jasper Ave to pick up the car. On our way, Danny commented on how great Jasper Ave is and how he likes Jasper more than Whyte. Then, as if to deliver a giant metaphorical middle-finger to Danny's comment, a group of skanky girls walked across an intersection (the one between the BP and Halo), and a truck slowed to a crawl so the driver (and passengers?) could whistle and holler at them. And then, another truck/SUV with generic techno beat stopped by us. And then we drove by a country bar ... where there was a line up to get in.

I think Danny's downtown love died a little that night.