Ok, so it's been a while since I posted anything. However, I must unfold the details of my weekend which was surreal to say the least.
It started as a normal Friday night. I was working. No other way to describe it other than by only saying one word, Boring. A lot can be said from that word. It sums up everything from how a person feels to what they are doing when they say that word. Amazing how the English language will use the same word as an emotion and a descriptive term in one.

Now the thing is about Friday nights at work is what you must understand. While working in downtown St. Catharines on a Friday night is like being an accountant working on a Friday night in Las Vegas. Except for the casinos part, the night life in the downtown area can be busy. So while watching the ant size people having a good old time from the third story of my workplace, I was making calls to people in another country interrupting their own Friday nights. Just so I can make sure that they are having as little of fun as I am.

Well, around 8:30, I was sick and tired of doing that, so I “left early because I was sick” and called a few friends seeing if they wanted to hang out. I told them to meet me at Starbucks and we will move on from there to do whatever we wanted to do.

I got to Starbucks first, and while there the place was buzzing with activity. Some people conducting late night business meetings, other young couples finishing off their dates while drinking expensive coffee which the men paid for. It's expensive to have a girlfriend while enjoying the addictive stimulants at Starbucks. It cuts deep into a man's pocket. At least a gentleman. There were also some people such as me that were waiting for other people to show up so they can watch a movie in the cinema in the same mall that this Starbucks/Chapters Bookstore enclosed.

I bidded my time by hanging out with a friend of mine while he was working on a project with other people who I met that night. We talked tech, we talked stuff, we drink addictive stimulants, all while surfing the net on the freely available Wi-Fi. All the cool things I love about Starbucks.

Eventually my friends started to find their way to me in the crowded Starbucks, and we basically stayed there and talked until Starbucks closed. It was weird because I was in the middle of a massive group of people I knew and I was having multiple conversations with varying friends at once. It felt cool. I can't explain it in any other way other than, “It is so cool to be in this position.”

Around the time that Starbucks was closing we started to head over to a bowling alley that was also enclosed in the mall. Unfortunately it was closed, so no me kicking ass as “Twinkle-Toes Snowball,” but we went across the street to a Kelsey's restaurant and ordered a late night dinner. We talked about everything from girls, to movies, to girls. From that statement you can obviously tell that there was no estrogen in this particular Friday night get together. But even still, i'ts a guys night. And what do guys do when it's late at night on a Friday night? Well we shoot pool at a bar. So after filling out guts, we then went to a local pool hall/bar. There were already other people enjoying a good game of the ol' billiards, so we bought a rack and decided to play while we each took turns monoplizing the jukebox playing such classics as ACDC, Led Zeppelin, The Who, and Styx. I fared well in this endeaver. Being a former Online Radio DJ, I was the favourite song-picker of the night, and it kept the crowd of players in the hall entertained. Now only if I had my music collection, and it would've been a very happenin' place.

In between the song selections, I played a decent game of pool. I didn't do too bad, but I didn't do too good either. Let's say I wouldn't come First place in a Billiards tournament, but I fared well when it counted. And sucked when it didn't.

After last call was declared, our group of friends split up for the night, and went our seperate ways. But the night was not over yet my Online readers. Oh no, the night was too early for that. So while everyone went their seperate ways, there was three of us that didn't want the night to end. So like the partyer who doesn't want the party to end, we droe around looking for something to do. After several stops to 7-11 to get drunk and hyper from slurpees, we went out into the night on a sugar high. We went back to a friends place, and much like stoners that were high on, well whatever they were stoned from, we talked and debated about philosophy and theology. That I am not making up. We literally spent from 2:30am to 9am debating theology with each other. It was surreal, and fun at the same time. It may have been the caffine and the sugar talking, but it was still a fun and passionate debate.

So if you ever want to just discuss theology with your friends, I highly recommend it. Trust me, I think you would enjoy it.

So after we realized, “Oh crap it's 11am”, we went out into the very bright sunlight with our bloodshot eyes, and made our way home to finally let our minds rest to fight again.

Saturday was a complete blur to me. I remember something about going out to a Bar and Grill with more friends, and Brian, who was part of the heated discussions that morning. And I also vaguely remember going to Brian's house to watch a movie, but I would have to rely on video surrvelance to know exactly what happened that day.

After the blur-fest that was Saturday though, Sunday was I thought was going to be a day to just lay on my ass in my bed and watch movies all day. Well little did I know instead of laying on my ass on my bed watching movies, I would lay on my ass on Brian's couch with more friends watching movies all day…

…and all night…..

….and all morning…..

Literally we watched everything from The Faculty, to Rat Race, to even Ferris Bueller's Day Off. All while in between screenings we would tell stories about our childhoods watching those movies. We recalled child hood snowball fights, to even 911 pranks. Which did bring up a funny story that I almost forgot about, but that will have to wait another day.

So after the final credits of Ferris Bueller telling us that if you don't stop to look at life, you're going to miss it, we decieded to do the best thing that you can ever do after staying up for another all-nighter, getting barely any sleep, high on caffine and sugar would do at 5 o'clock in the morning. We made a trip to McDonalds for an obligatory, Student budget cheap, artera filling, Grease covered, Super-sized Egg McMuffin combos to go. Why did we get it to go? Well when you are that sleep deprived, and willing to do just about any crazy thing you could think of. We went back to Brian's and ate breakfast while watching The Breakfast Club.

Pure genius, am I right?

Come on, isn't that like the coolest thing anyone can do early in the morning?

Watching a classic movie which has nothing to do about Breakfast, but eating Breakfast with the Breakfast club.

It's like eating Breakfast at Tiffany's at tiffany's!

Or it's like having a drink at a Cheer's Bar in boston!

Come on, it's freakin' hawesome is what it is.

So after the movie was finished, and we had stuffed ourselves with the third McMuffin each, we gave each other mental-high fives for having the brilliant idea. And much like John Bender, Andrew Clark, Brian Johnson, Claire Standish, and Allison Reynolds back in 1985 walked out of the school on a Saturday to go back to their respective lives, we all left Brians, at 7am not as friends that we had arrived hours earlier, but leaving as really good friends realizing how much fun it was to do something we would all remember for a long time. So as the credits roll on this weekend of mine, I walk on the football field of the Interweb, and pump my Cable modem powered fist into the air. All while Simple Minds plays on my radio,

“Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me”

Toodles!

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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