For those of you who started thinking about Austin Powers, I hate you. However, if that brought fond memories of Sammy Davis Jr. and an attractive Goldie Hawn standing on a psychadelic stage, yay for you!
Yesterday, my aunt stayed at our house as a pitstop, en route, to a seminar she was attending outside of Toronto. I had to go to work that night, so thankfully I knew that I wouldn't be bored to death, while my aunt and mother talked about people, who have been dead for 20 years. I phoned into work to make sure I was going in for 6, but instead of clarity, I received an offer. Shane wanted to know what I was doing after work, and if I wanted to go to a party after work. He told me that the schedule said I should be off work around 11. I figured this was going to be my last shift at the curling club, so it deserved to go out in a "Bang Bang."
While I am getting older, and maturing (I think), I still find it thrilling to "break the rules." This is not a thrill that can be satisfied with lying. I've lied so many times to so many strangers, teachers, enemies, parents and general, weird people, that lying no longer provides me with any feeling of excitement. Now I lie for my own personal entertainment. I mean, it's amazing what you can get people to believe.
So I left for work telling my mom that I'd be home right after work, as I walked out the front door with my pot in my pocket. I decided to bike to work because it was "such a nice day," and got to work a little early to talk to Shane. After 20 minutes of cross-questioning, we finally decided that Shane would go and pick up a bottle of Sake, and a bottle of rum. We went out to get the ice ready for the rental coming in, and talked to Surly Brendan outside. He left, and so began one of the most annoying shifts of my curling career, yet also one of my most relaxing.
Before the curling games got underway, Surly Brendan started acting up again. SB has a crush on the bartender Bobbe. He constantly pesters her, and harasses her, when he's intoxicated. Today was no different, except that he started to talk to the guests as an employee of the club. That's when Bobbe lost it, and was about to call the cops. She told me that he had been tossed out earlier in the week, after yelling at some woman. Since I have a very detailed background with talking to drunk people, I decided to appeal to him with an offer, no drunk curler would turn down. He took it, and we headed outside to have a smoke. I got him to bring his bag with him after he couldn't find a lighter, telling him to bring it outside to look through, where there was more light. Out there, I told him that if he left, then there wouldn't be a problem, and "conveniently" a cab just happened to pull up. I sometimes marvel in my ability to handle drunk people at work.
I went inside and dealt with some pompous ass who wanted a discount because the ice had a large crack in it. I told him that, indeed, the ice might not be playable, but since he brought 3 times as many people as he was supposed to, he promptly glared at me, and walked away. I then headed downstairs to phone my mom telling her that I would be getting off work at 1:30am and would be home by 2am. This began the "relaxing" part of the shift, as I proceeded to sit down, on my ass, and watch "Almost Famous" with Bobbe. I vacuumed during the commercials, and once the dark side cover passed over the windshield, I headed off to finish the rest of the building. I ended up running around for the last 20 minutes, as I packed everything away for the next curling season.
Shane met me outside, after work, and we biked over to Anne's house. We ended up walking someone home, before going out to the backyard with everyone to smoke up. We came back in, and there began the fun. From that point on, I spent the rest of the night worshipping Mark, who looks a lot like Jesus with his shag and beard, watching Memento, and drinking my Sake. I didn't eat anything before I left for work, and I hadn't got much sleep the night before. Needless to say, after my 5th shot of Sake and 2 strong rum and cokes, I was smammered. Memento was amazing, and after it ended, I decided to head home. By this time, I was a little buzzed, but was mostly burnt out form work. I got home at 1:50, and fell asleep on my couch, while I watched Milkdrop. I made sure that the last words I muttered before I lost conciousness were "Ahhhh victimless crime."