Good weekend

February 7, 2012 § 6 Comments

So Friday C gets ready to go jam with a friend of his.  Now he has not been playing at all lately.  So the prep to this took changing strings, not just on one guitar, like the one he was going to use on Saturday.  No, that would just make fucking sense.  Instead he changes strings on all four of them.  Yeah, four fucking guitars.  Do you know what it is like to hear someone tuning four guitars (including a 12 string)?  It is like being locked in a discordant version of auditory hell.  Then it gets to start all over again once the strings have stretched.  Then one last time before putting each of them away.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I love music.  But by the time C actually played his lucky date for Saturday, I was so thoroughly through with the sound of guitar.  Why would one need four guitars you might ask, or maybe it is just me.  I really don’t get it.  Nor do I get why the name of a guitar manufacturer makes a difference, or where it is made.  It’s wood and strings, right?  No, no it’s not.  It is apparently like a dick war.  Guitarists all whipping them out and bragging goes to who has the best.
   Anyway, yeah, I don’t get it, but Chris was in an amazing mood, so who am I to shit on it?  He was going to spend a Saturday tattooing and playing guitar, which is pretty much like his perfect day.  And he has not done it for months, so I sure as hell don’t begrudge him time with his friend.  And he drew out this amazing tattoo his friend asked him for.  it’s like this huge dragon that is going to start on his chest, down his back and side and  ass.  Going to take C months to do it.
   As for me…. one of my friend’s husband turned forty, Jake’s sister, and Jake was down for the party from school, so I went there.  Amazing weather for February it actually ended up as a barbeque.  Coolers full of beer, hot tub.  It was pretty fun.  I know it seems weird that we would have this great time at someone’s 40th Birthday.  But Steve is about the coolest forty year old on the planet.  He married Kay five years ago, when she was 18.  I know, you think….little creepy.  I think most people did given that Steve is older than her mother.  But she met him through… well really complicated back story, but her daughter’s grandfather is in the same band with Steve.  Whenever anyone says anything about their age gap Kay’s standard reply is “Yeah, but it’s okay because he is really immature.”  Which is actually bang spot on.  I don’t mean immature as in childish, but he is very young in how he thinks, how he acts, his humor.  Within 15 minutes of talking to this guy you do not think “shit, he is my parent’s age”.
   Seeing Jake was cool too.  It’s weird not to have him around whenever we want to hang out, or whenever I get bored.  Have you ever said something and forgotten all about it?  So Jake says :”You owe me fifty bucks.”
   “Do you remember when Tony moved in with Dennis you said and I quote:  “I’d never move in with somebody I knew for less than a year.”  And I bet you fifty bucks that you would be playing house with someone long before that.”  It’s hardly long before a year.  So I am not paying him shit.
   All in all a pretty awesome Saturday.  Sunday C and I biked on the Bruce Trail.  I forget how much I like biking until I’m actually doing it.  Yesterday my legs were fucking KILLING me.  Yeah, I think I need to bike more often.


December 23, 2011 § 6 Comments

Yes, I did it.  Post exam I met up with Jake.
My mom is friends with Jake’s mom.  They met before we were born.  My mom was in University with Jake’s father.  By that time they already had Jake’s older sister Kayleigh, and my mom used to kick about with them.  Anyway she went to theirs and I took the ride, since they live out of town.  Got TOTALLY drunk.  Jake has a “life-sized” Frosty.  Brilliant thing is it dances and will move it’s lips to whatever you say in the microphone. That we could get this thing to say whatever we wanted became quite the game the drinker we got. Anyway, after one day of promising to never do that again I’m feeling much better. Mom asked me to got shopping with her. Now my mother has no control on spending, so every Christmas she takes out the amount she is going to spend and leaves her purse at home. So our last stop is to the LCBO. Behind the counter is this guy about 25. Anyway, we have about 600 dollars worth of booze on the table ( because my family is Awesome like that) and the guy asks my mother for I.D. She laughed, but he was serious. “this is my son.”. So he asks her to take off her sunglasses then laughs. My mother looked at him and said “I’m going to pretend it is the wisdom you see in my eyes and not the crows feet that convinced you.”. Poor guy had no idea what to say to that.

Home for the holidays

December 10, 2011 § 14 Comments

My best friend is home for the holidays.  That would be so many flavours of awesome except for one little thing… well three little things.  Exams that is.  My last exam is done on the twenty-fucking-first.  That is soooo shitty.  Jake goes back on the 27th.  With Christmas, school, work, both our families I will be lucky if I get to see him at all.  Growing up sucks balls:(  He had to go and get a fucking job, what an ass hole.  If he didn’t have a job he could hang out with me until after the new year…. well when I am not working that is.
What happened to the lazy prick who managed a solid 1.5 solid GPA with no job or relationship at all last year?  Sure, this year he goes and gets all responsible on me:S  Selfish prick.  I need at least one completely irresponsible and reckless friend, how else can I excuse me behaviour?

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