Friday, I went to the new Khyber Club for the first time. The Burdocks were playing with Sharp Like Knives. Both of those bands jam in the same room as me in the Downtown Mini-Storage on Cornwallis Street. I usually go to Burdocks shows.

Thanks to H&R Block and their Cash Back service, I had some money for the weekend. KC and I couldn't figure out what we wanted to eat. Our kitchen's a mess and neither of us wanted to clean it in order to cook something. So, we decided we'd blow some of my tax return on a dinner at Hogie's. I knew they had renovated, but it's like a completely different place. Being an alcoholic with a few extra bucks, I wanted a drink with my meal. On the back of the menu, there's a drink menu. I see the Kick-a-boo juice. I mention how Kelly and/or my mom repeatedly say how good that crap is, so we get a pitcher. By the end of my meal (blackened shrimp linguini), I wanted to get going, so I quickly drank the rest of the stuff and left with a buzz-on.

By the time we hit the Khyber, KC had a belly-ache and my buzz was turning into drowsiness. It's nicer and cleaner in there. I was having trouble warming up for the show that was about to start, thanks to the lesbian folk they were playing. I mean, there's nothing wrong with lesbians or folk music, or lesbian folk, but I don't think it was fitting for the evening. The bands played and it was fun. During the Burdocks set, I realized that I knew the name of every hot person in the room. I was standing on a chair by one of the windows, so I could see everyone. After the show (during for the ones that got kicked out), some people went up to the Seahorse. I kinda wanted to, but I knew I'd get there in time to miss Colour TV, so it wasn't worth it for me.

Saturday, I played with template codes to get these 3 columns, while KC made muffin mixes at the Deli Green. I also answered the phone every time someone called trying to figure out gear and stuff for the show. Too bad I was the only one home and I never know what's going on before a show. Kelly and Alden couldn't make it because of their move, but that's ok, I expected that. Brian couldn't make it because he was to be graduating from NSCAD the next day. CONGRATULATIONS BRIAN!!! Some people played FAXE hands before coming down. Rules and photos can be found over on ger dot com. I wanted to play, but I also wanted to be able to play my bass later that night. Rumour has it, there's another round happening soon. I'll be there.

I didn't get to sleep in as much as normal on Sunday. The Burdocks were shooting a video, so I went to the church on North street with a light blue shirt on. I had the pleasure of spending the day with many people I had seen over the weekend, and they were all wearing light blue shirts. They had pop and chips for us, and masks made out of the people on money. I was the creepy guy from the fifty dollar bill. With my short, girly body, I guess I looked really creepy, so the director guy put me up front for the Hell scene. We swarmed and guy, and circled him. Then we danced to "Pop Cult" a few times. At one point, we were supposed to hate the band. It was all okay for me until I made eye contact with Seth. Locking eyes like that, I felt like I was glaring at him with real hate. I know he knows it wasn't real hate, but still "We don't want to hate you."

After the video shoot, KC and Darcy went to visit their grandmother. But, KC had misplaced his keys. So, I talked to Emily and decided I would spend the day with her and KC could find me later with my keys so we could go home. I'm glad I did. I had a really fun day. I think it's been awhile since I've laughed so much.

Emily, Rachael, Gerry, Mark, and I played follow the porn. Did you ever see that on the Tom Green Show? We put a porn in the middle of the road and marked the goal posts. If it went past one mark, Gerry got a point. If it went past the other mark, Emily and/or Mark got a point. I can't remember who was actually playing and who was just watching. It didn't work as well as hoped. We got bored and hungry waiting for the porn to move a bit, so we went to BK, where 3 of us got Whoppers and the other 2 got little veggie burgers. It's been awhile since I ate BK, and it wasn't any better than I had remembered. I kept think of the Briefs song "Ass" while I was there. On our way to Hunter street from Burger King, we noticed that the porn was gone, meaning some child or homeless bum was off somewhere having a good time. Then we saw a page across the street. At first, it looked like a chip bag, but Mark and Gerry went across to see, and it was a part of the porn. Then Rachael and I saw some in the Piercey's parking lot. Us, and Emily, ran across the parking lot towards it and we discovered a few more pages blown up against the fence. We left the pieces we could find in a tree, hanging from the branches like leaves.

At the Hunter house, I looked at Hustler while they watched something on TV. It was some show I didn't understand. I think Puffy was on it. Maybe it would've made sense if I had watched it instead of looking at all those tits and pussies. Then we watched Tom Green, The Simpsons, and Trailer Park Boys. It's days like that I wish I had cable. They didn't have to watch Three and a Half Men (which I almost always watch on Sunday nights) but were able to change to Fox and watch the Simpsons again. It was the first time I had seen a new episode of TPB since the 2nd season. Back then, I used to watch it at Charlie's.

While I was enjoying the cable TV, Emily and Ainsley painted porn. At their last party, someone had the nerve to rip something off their wall. I'm sorry, but I really don't fucking care what your opinion on pornography is, you don't rip things off people's walls. It's their house, and their wall, and if they want to put up a spread with a Viet Nam theme and gaping cunts, that's their choice. I can't even express how pissed I'd be if someone did that in my home. So, to commemorate it, people have been making art with a Viet Nam/gaping cunt theme. I might get around to doing one for them. That would be my first piece of art to leave my house (although Sexy Beast belongs to Ali, whenever she can get it).

Thanks to all my beautiful friends for such a great weekend. That was one of the best Sundays I've had in ages. AND, it was wholesome, sober fun. I didn't drink anything until I got home that night.

I think I might be coming down with Alfred Fever.