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Just to be social

You know, on a normal day when I’d coe home late I’md probably try ot go home using th ebus but frankly I just really had to pee so I ended up stumbling home anyway. If I were t wait for the bus I’m sure that it would have taken a hal hour anyway. So…post improv class the teacher suggested that we haead to the bar down the road just to socialize and all. A lot of people were going so I suppose that I caevd to the peer pressure. Perhaps my saving grace was the fact that I only had a $20 bill in my pocket. With that and a couple of coins I was able to keep it to three drinks. The only problem was that I was actually onlyt drinking on an empty stomach. Of course that meant that things would hit harder than they normally would. Hence the state of thi entry. It’s so odd. I’t's lik I know these mistakes are happening but I’m sort of in no moon to correct them at all. Anyway, I decided to just relax anwyay because I hve the day off tomorrow. I think I only reallye intended on having maye one drink just to be social with the class but ended up jsut spending the balance of my $20. I really don’t want to end up with a hangover tomorrow, so I fugre I better drink some morewater to hydrate myself. Of course, the last time I tried top myself off intentionally the results were less than stellatr. Hah. Luckily I didn’t drink enough to tget to that point. Seriously. I know my limits: there’s no reason to even get to that point. Hahah. See, I even used a grammatically correct colon, so have some of my senses intact.

Braaaaaaaagh. I’ma die tomroww.

Prep prep prep

It’s an interesting few days in that there’s a heck of a lot packed in here for me. Like I’ve written many times I have a half marathon to go to tomorrow. I really need to prepare for that. Today though happened to be my last Foundation Improv 100 class at Bad Dog Theatre. It was a little bit sad for it all to end but I was also relieved to complete it all. After the class we all decided to head to a nearby pub to socialize. Well, I figured that we wouldn’t be around for that long so I tagged along and had two Strongbows. I think that would have been it, but the teacher asked if we were interested in catching the show that she was performing in this evening. She said that she could get us in for free. Well, how could I refuse? So, a group of us just hung around the bar chatting for a while before heading back to catch Off Off Broadview. Yes, the show was absolutely brilliant. It’s amazing to see them create the story before your eyes. The performers were so good and smooth that you could barely tell that they were doing it all on the spot.

So yes, I’ve been out late, drinking a bit, watching shows, and not being too nervous about everything tomorrow. Anyway, it’s late, and I still have to get my gear in order. Somewhere in there I have to fit in some sleep.

Graaaaaagh. Tomorrow will be tough.

The stein and the cookie junkie

All this time I’ve been saying that I need to be careful with my legs such that I’ll be rested and uninjured for my big race. And yet, here I am lying in bed with a sore left knee and a strained right calf. What the heck happened? Well, really it’s been a rather full night. Again, I wasn’t really intending on it being a full night, but hey, what are you going to do, right?

After work, I went over to an Irish pub close to Yonge and Bloor to meet an old colleague. I hadn’t seen him in months. It was good to get a chance to bitch about the state of work and how everything is becoming a strange stage play of intrigue, possibilities, in-fighting and backstabbing. Oh yes, indeed. I started out with a pint of Strongbow, which was nice and mellow. I didn’t intend on drinking all that much, but after we finished our first drinks I ordered a pint of Sapporo. My colleague did the same. After a while, my colleague peered over and saw a guy at the bar drinking from this big-ass mug. We were both so taken by the size that we asked the server what the deal was with the mug. She corrected us and informed us that it was a stein. She said that we could order one of three beers with it. I think my colleague was reluctant, but I decided to dive right in and egged him on to do the same. Well, when the steins arrived we were in sheer shock over how big the damn things were. Sure, they didn’t look so big when the other guy had it, but to us they were enormous. To our Asian sensibilities it was perhaps a bit more than we could handle, but we were determined. Those steins were our Everest. We did eventually conquer them, but only after some hesitation. By the end of the steins we decided to just end it. After paying our bills we parted ways. I decided to walk eastward to at least burn off some of what I had just ingested.

So what happened after drinking? Why am I slightly sore and injured? Find out more after the jump!

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Sleepy eye thing

You know, as I was writing last night’s post I was passing in and out of consciousness. OK, so maybe that’s making things sounds much more dire than they actually were. I was just really tired and actually had difficulty just completing the entry. At the bar, by the third Strongbow Erika was telling me that I had the sleepy eye thing going on. Yeah, I’ve actually noticed that before. It seems that when I have alcohol I tend to just look fatigued. I don’t go Asian red, but I just look like I haven’t slept in 36 hours. I guess it’s true though: I really was tired. And walking over to Yonge and Bloor after a long night out probably didn’t help me out either.

Anyway, in yesterday’s post I meant to post pictures of the foie gras poutine as well as the remnants of the Belgian chocolate fondue that we shared. Unfortunately, my sleep baked mind just couldn’t manage that. So here they are. Yes, they were both awesome and tasty.

Pour another one

I just got home a couple of minutes ago. I’m really quite exhausted–I was at a bar for 5 hours tonight. All things considered, that’s something that I don’t do all that often. I actually spent the evening catching up with a good group of Toronto based members of the 20 Something Bloggers community at the King St. W location of Bier Markt. Yeah, part of me still says that this, meeting people I met on the Internet, is something that I wouldn’t normally do, except that time and time again I find myself doing it. I’d like to think that I have a good sense of whether people are total kooks online, and so far it hasn’t led me too far astray. Especially with this 20SB group, everyone seems to be genuinely awesome.

Upon looking at the menu for the place, I was sort of determined to get something a bit strange and different for my meal. I ended up getting the foie gras poutine. In terms of drinks, since we were sitting at the bar I had a good view of all of the different things on tap. I couldn’t decide what I wanted, so I just named what was on the tap that was right in front of me. Turns out that was Strongbow Cider, so I stuck with that drink throughout the night. I honestly didn’t know Strongbow is a cider. So, when I first tasted my drink and got something fruity I was sort of surprised. I had 5 pints of that tonight, and frankly I’m still feeling a little bit drunk. All the same, my typing seems to be pretty bang on, so I’m doing well. The only drawback that I can think of right now is that with the poutine my caloric intake for the day is way off target. Oh well: one day of less than stellar eating isn’t so bad.

Final shots

Yeah, I’m in bed with the laptop, well and truly cheating because it’s late. However, the fact that I’m still trying to churn out a blog post kind of makes me think about how much this blog means to me. I was out downtown celebrating with a colleague whose last day at the company was today. The four of us that decided to stick around really just sharing the time together. And doing shots. Lots of shots.

How am I supposed to work in the morning? *grumble*

An afternoon on the patio

Today our PM seemed to be happy with the way things went over this past week so he decided to release us early. Although, he and the team lead wanted to head to a bar patio at Queen and John to have a few drinks and we were all invited. As much as I’ve been foul and isolationist, I decided that it would be best to join in this time. As I keep saying, I don’t normally drink, but I did put back two Labatt 50′s and a pint of Rickard’s White.

I drew the line after the third one because I knew I had to drive home. I didn’t head for the subway right away because I knew I had to burn some of the alcohol off. So I decided to walk a few kilometres to Yonge and Bloor. About midway through I started feeling the need to visit a bathroom, but I figured that I’d be able to hold it. When I got to the station the urge became stronger. When I got back to my car, sitting down was tough because everything shifted around and I was feeling pressure where there was none. I did make it back home on time, much to my relief (HA!).

Oh, but anyway, back to the Friar & Firkin for a moment. Once in a while I write about cases where the Venn Diagram of my existence and the TV world have small places of overlap. Today I had one of those cases. See, Queen and John is right by 299 Queen Street West, formerly known as the CHUM-City Building. That place always has a lot of TV stuff going. Just the other day Fall Out Boy were doing a QA session there. Anyway. On the patio, I spotted this guy carrying his little dog and having a seat at the next table over. He looked familiar to me but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where I’d seen him before. I didn’t want to stare at him either because that would be rude, embarrassing, and other unpleasant adjectives. Oh, but it finally clicked. The guy was one of the judges/choreographers from So You Think You Can Dance Canada: Blake McGrath. I kind of laughed to myself when he ordered himself a big old plate of french fries. I guess the dude needed the carbs, yeah?

Anyway, to those that make a big deal out of today: Happy Halloween. Hope everyone has fun!

Tastes like gnat’s piss

Back in university when it came to beer I used to like Keith’s Pale Ale. It was light and felt alright going down. After a long period since graduation, I recently had a warm bottle of Keith’s. My first thought was:

Since when did that beer taste like gnat’s piss?

Ugh. Yeah…not drinking that again for a long while.

ETA: OK, so warm beer is never a good idea. Still…realizing that there’s better stuff out there.

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