May 11
So, you may (or may not) be wondering what this is about. Pretty much me and my bestie, A, get up to some pretty awesome adventures, and I hoped that the world like might to hear. Right now my life is semi-lame since I’m on the hunt for a job, but I’ll set you up with a view of where I stand.
Right now I have a few boys floating around my life, one of whom A and I met last week at a bar.
The first night we were reunited from being in separate provinces for school we decided to “get a couple beers and watch the game” (hockey of course, I’m a good Canadian). Three pitchers later, we were way passed buzzed. The bar we were at had a UFC promotional event, so we were forcibly moved from our table to make way for some amateur boxing (weird right?). Anyways, being the social butterflies that we are, A went right up to a table of two guys and asked to join them. They happily obliged. After about 5 minutes it became obvious who was taking which one. A got the hot dj with sick dreads, while I landed the cute, blue eyed, baby face. We were both happy with it.
After some more beer and lots of flirting we all headed out. The boys were headed South, while A and I were on our way back to her pad on the East end. We all exchanged numbers, but typical drunk A broke the fuck out of her new bberry a few nights later. So I was/am the middle man for her and her boy as well as keeping up communication between me and mine. On Friday her boy, Dave, was djing at a pub near my area, and the boys invited us down to join them.
That same night my friend the firefighter was having a little shindig at his place, a mere 15 minute walk away from my place. So for starters me and A polished off a bottle of wine there. Finally at midnight we decided we needed more of an adventure than 10 people in a basement, so we went off to meet our boys. They had been more than convinced that we were no-shows, so their excitement at the sight of our badass selves was pretty obvious. A and I split up and chatted the night away with our respective boys until last call. After that it was a quick cab ride to paradise.
No I’m not talking about the sex that we had later on (less than satisfactory). The place that we stayed was purely unreal. Dave had a thirty-something-th floor condo literally overlooking the Skydome, just blocks away from the CN tower. With floor to ceiling windows, the whole city was laid out in bright lights in front of us. Needless to say I had a shit-fit. A tried to calm me down as I darted around the apartment taking pictures with my crappy cell phone repeating, "ohmygodohmygod". It’s not like I come from a shit hole, or even lower class living, but this place was simply amazing and I definitely appreciated it. SO, Friday night was spent enjoying the lap of luxury with two very agreeable boys.
Saturday morning I awoke to my boy, Trevor, leaving for baseball home opener game. Despite the fact that he was not the best lay, he was very considerate, and after a night of being too drunk to finish, and my promise to help him out in the morning, he respected my hung-over-as-fuck self, and instead of waking up to a bj, I woke up to a back massage. Lucky, lucky me. So he’s gone, two hours later A wakes me up, glowing from morning sex, and we prepare to head out. After a d-e-licious lunch at the Queen Mother Cafe we head down to Toronto’s annual Freedom Festival, aka the Marijuana March. I can tell you with full confidence that smoking a few joints with your best friends in the sun is the absolute best way to ride out a hang over. So that pretty much brings me to today. Job hunting continues to suck my soul, but soon enough I’ll be up to more adventures. Until then, peace and love.
Today's title is brought to you by: All of the Lights - Kanye West
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