MY BIG CITY NIGHT:

I went to GP today. (the closest big city)
First we decided to go to some bars... On a Tuesday. Needless to say, it sucked.

So myself, my friend Amanda, and Eric went to Kelsey's (bar/lounge) and had a couple drinks. (when I say a couple I really mean 2000)

here' a picture that Eric took when we were sitting at the table, just a little drunk.

apparently he was a little drunk too because the picture sucks ass.

As I go to pay the bill, the waitress says "You're not driving are you?" and I slur out "nooononono. Her's drivin." And she gave me the most evil look ever.

apparently you're not supposed to get shitfaced in a lounge that has kids 12 and under running around.

Then we decide to go the casino. We WALK there, in the cold.(see I listen to random waitresses) * it was -7c *

apparently you're not supposed to walk all over the road at midnight outside a casino.

So I go in, and look around.(and drink some more) I put a five dollar bill into the nickel machine and WON 50 DOLLARS!

apparently a bucket of nickels weighs a hell of a lot when you're drunk.

I trip over a stool in front of a bunch of people and spill my nickels all over, and then sit there for what seemed like forever picking them up ONE BY ONE.

apparently I'm not really smart when I'm drunk.

I then go find my friends and go get my cash and go out to the truck. Where me and Amanda start honking at a hot guard. He comes over and informs us that he's 23, single and really cheezy.

apparently looks aren't everything.

This was all before 7pm tonight.

After we had a burger at A&W, we decided to go see the movie "The Grudge". We get inside and try to find a seat in a packed room. We decide to sit in the middle of the theater to get the most out of "it". As I am following my friends to find a seat I trip and fall on some teenager's lap. I look him RIGHT IN THE EYE and say something like "me noooo durunk I sweeer" And he goes "that's ok, your sweet ass is gonna be in my face in a second". I wanted to slap him, but I feared the mountains growing on his cheeks would cut my hands.

apparently kids nowadays are all about ass.

So we go back to the truck and back to the casino. Where I proceed to play poker and loose a whole bunch of money. I had my trusty DIGICAM with me and decided to take some pictures.
here's one:


apparently taking pictures in a casino is a jailable offence.

A guard told me this and was trying to make me delete the picture. I said "noo wayyy main! I need this fuh mah blog." and he kicked me out.

So now that I am banned from the casino, I sit in the truck some more and blast some tunes. Hot guard comes back and tells me to turn it down because "I'm causing a disturbance". I say " gooooo to hell " and he then tells me to leave.

apparently backtalking the guards at a casino is frowned upon.

I tell him to " get mah fucking friends out herrr right now " and he does so.

He's whipped.

We then go to Save on Foods. (a grocery store) and look/screw around with all the Halloween costumes. It was pretty fun. I wish I would have taken pictures, but at the time I didn't know if taking pictures in a grocery store was illegal. Then I do something completely non-disturbance like, I go read some magazines. Some old bitch walks by and tells me that I have to buy it and then read it. When she saw that Eric had a playboy in his hand, she told us to hurry up and get out.

apparently a grocery store is not a library. Who would have thought?

I buy Spin and MAD and go to leave.

Around this time the 6 shots of vodka I had start to catch up with me. And I PUKE ON THE DOOR. I swear to god, I was like projectile vomiting, all over the door. I pity the fool that has to do the janitor work tonight.

apparently vodka and beer don't mix very well.

So we go to check out some pubs. The one we choose to hit was the Lions Den Pub. Which was full of jocks and preppies and bitches and da' hoes. We didn't fit in, being the rednecks that we are. So we leave. FORGETTING TO PAY THE BILL.

apparently the bouncers at Lions Den are really cool, because they were all sweet to us. (as sweet as can be expected from muscle guys, anyway)

So seeing as it's now 130am, we decide to go home.

I get Amanda to drive and she HITS SOMETHING! IN MY NEW TRUCK.
Lucky it was a small dog or something because I would have laid her down and ran her over repeatedly if there was any damage.

I get home at 330am and start this post.
What sucks is I keep looking behind me because The Grudge scared the shit out of me and I'm hungover at 430. And I have to work at 9 this morning too.

start> YAY! /sarcasm