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Well, here I am in Markham. I made it in one piece I guess. Never really liked these natural keyboards. I have to learn how to type properly!
Anyway, as I was saying. I'm here in Markham. After a bit of thinking, I decided to come to Toronto with Growly. I had thought of staying in Waterloo for the weekend to do some chores and such (I also have a broomball game later today) but I figured that these sorts of things don't come too often so I jumped on the opportunity.
After reading through some of the appendicies in The Return of the King, Growly showed up and picked Werdna and I up. We went to watch a martial arts tournament and eventually went out to the Queen Mother Café. Don't let the name fool you. It's a Thai restaurant. The food was okay, but not my cup of tea.
I ended up meeting quite a number of Growly's kin and friends, who were all very friendly and sociable (much like Growly in fact). Well, as we left the restaurant, we were waylaid by this African guy who came up to us saying how he didn't like us. Growly, ever the ambassador, tried to defuse the situation, and the guy said that Growly didn't let him finish, and said something about us guys being with all these girls (I really can't remember, Growly or Laz may remember more). Actually, this story is probably recalled better by Growly.. *looks at the comments*
I was going to spend today clearing out my notebook and writing down a proper recount of my trip back from Columbus. I also wanted to explain that I haven't been all to concious of late and my entries haven't been very coherent. But anyway, I guess I'll have to leave that till later.
Updatewise, Jax has a short thing on the math convocation and more pages from her trip, Tiffy has some thoughts about the events of last year, while KGL has a great quote from Laz.
I should relinquish control of the computer now and join the party. *listens to the gasps and cheering in the background* Let's see if I can make it back to Waterloo in time for broomball..
Monday, June 19, 2000 at 03:47:24 (UTC)
Well, the story about the African was that he said he didn't like me or [QYV] or [Laz] or [Dangerman] or a2chow because we kept company with so many beautiful girls. Also, he was drunk as a skunk.
So, I said to him: "I'm not that lucky. Two of the girls are my sisters."
Then he started to go on about that not mattering to him, to which I replied: "Hey.. I only want the best guys for my sisters! You're close but..."
Anyway, when I lived in Montreal, I always talked to the weirdos and itinerants. They're great for a laugh -- so unpredictable!
Now in Waterloo, I stay indoors Saturday nights for fear of being the victim of frat-boy-camaraderie ("Hey, dude, you should play football. You've got the shoulders") and/or catching the icy stares of Goths and other misfits who think they're breaking the mould *eyeroll*
Lastly..about me and SJ... I'd ask the faithful readers of The Pit to keep it all under their hat, because it's not official until I shell out for some crystallized carbon! *grin*
Reg Deluis<e-mail>
Monday, June 19, 2000 at 13:15:35 (UTC)
What??? You were in town this weekend!!??
Did you go to see the Arnis (phillipino martial arts) tournament? I almost went to that. More details, please. :)
p.s. who did you give the rings to?
girl
Monday, June 19, 2000 at 17:54:20 (UTC)
I think I did go to that martial arts tournament. I haven't given the rings to anyone yet. I had actually forgotten about them until I got back from Toronto.
QYV