It's been a busy four days! Here's the low-down.

Thursday and Friday was Blake 'n Liz days :) We saw Stomp at the Elgin Theater on Yonge Street. It was a really, really, good show. There wasn't a story. It was more like a concert with different songs using different "instruments". They used anything from a box of matches, to zippos, water cooler jugs, brooms, dustpans, and even the kitchen sink to make music :) Our seats were pretty good :)

We then headed to The Grand. A really, really, really nice hotel. We spent the night there and enjoyed the luxary (and the big bed ;) ).

Got up at 8:30 (dont ask me why) and had a super tasty brekky! mmmyummy. Then headed home where I took care of some paperwork. Went to bed early, as I was going to need to be well rested for the weekend!

After work on Saturday, the gang (Arden, Gord, Mark, and I) headed out to the Ski and Snowboard show. I was hoping to get a pair of boots, no dice. Gord hit the motherload and got a bag, pants, and boots. :D We spent a few hours, checking out the wares and the girls ;) There were some pretty nice snow bunnies... uNF!

It was off to the hotel and to get some food. Grabbed some McDonalds (naturally) and headed to The Grand to meet up with the guy who had tickets to the party. We chilled there for about an hour or so, watched the hockey game (Leafs tied, not bad). Literally chilled on the roof for a while while the boys had a smoke.

We headed to the party, which was at the opera house on Queen Street. Lots of free swag was given away! I was able to snag a bunch of stickers, a stomp pad, and a leash. Mark was able to yoink a Sims T-Shirt (damn you!). We didn't snag any of the free Snowboards or Snowskates. Aww well, had a wicked time anyways. Not to mention the two naked Coors Light ladies in painted on latex outfits.

We stumbled back to the hotel (after getting more McDonalds) where Arden decided it would be wise to start trashing the room. Bouncing off the beds, knocking over lamps ("I love you lampy"). He felt a little artistic and used his burger as a paintbrush, and the mirror as canvass. He added the final masterpeice by whipping the McDonalds bag (now full of garbage) at the mirror, breaking it. Mark and I were trying to get him to settle down. In traditional Arden Drukeness, he decideds to dissapear. Only today (sunday morning, at work), did I find out he drove home, in his druken stupor.

Trying to sleep was another adventure. Gord's snoring kept mark awake, mark's huffing and puffing about Gord's snoring, kept me a awake. All in all I got 4 hours of sleep on the clock. In reality, probably close to 2.75 or 3.

Fuck, i'm tired.

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