I got a sunburn and now I can't shave

I had monday off, and it was a nice day, so I decided to go out on my boat (see that picture? That's me and Jordan in my boat. Jordan threw that blue lawn chair into the lake, because he said it took up too much room) . I took Buster (my boat) to Sunnyside and picked up some boat-gas, some propane, and some beer, and I headed out to have a barbecue on my boat and get drunk.


On my way back to my side of the lake, I ran into two hot girls in a paddle-boat, and they agreed to join me. I know it sounds like I'm making this story up, but I don't care whether you believe me or not, since I was the one drinking with two hot girls on my boat, and you weren't, so you can suck it.

Anyway, we spent the afternoon cruising around, drinking, enjoying the beautiful weather, and taking the occasional swim. We cooked some lunch. and it was pretty much the best day ever. Dani and Ellen (the hot girls) brought some chicken to BBQ, but they forgot to bring plates, or buns, or anything else, so they were struggling with how they were actually going to eat their lunch. They were going to eat it out of the bailing bucket, but I thought that was gross, so I told them to eat it off the paddle instead. They decided that was less gross, so they used my oar like a plate, and it worked pretty well. Since they had forgotten cutlery, they were struggling with how they were going to eat their Paddle Chicken, but I saved the day by giving them the fork that we normally use to prop open the lid of the barbecue.

The point of this story is that I got a lot of sun on monday. If you burn your face, and you have a beard, you can't shave, because the skin under your face-hair isn't burnt, and if you shave it off, you look REALLY FUNNY, all with your red forehead and neck, and your pasty white cheeks and chin. I had planned to shave today, but I'll have to wait until my sunburn goes away.

Oh yeah, in case you hadn't noticed, I don't really have anything of import to post about, so I've decided to start posting about things like face-sunburns, hot girls, and boat-be-cues. Enjoy.

Slip out with your tip out,

T.

Go Oilers!

I'm so stoked about tonight's hockey game I can hardly contain myself. If Edmonton wins tonight, I'm gonna party like it's 1984, 1985, 1987, 1988, and 1990 all rolled into one! The last time a Canadian team won the Stanley Cup, I was 13, so I really wasn't in a position to celebrate properly, but this time around I've got a fridge full of beer, a freezer full of frozen pizzas and chicken wings, and some friends coming over to watch the game. And if the Oilers actually win tonight, I'll be the guy out on his roof setting off fireworks with a blatant disregard for the safety of himself or those around him. I CAN'T WAIT!

In other news, the fridge at the bar died last night, and I had to throw most of my food away. That sucks, but it also makes me ask myself, "why do I only blog when something shitty happens at work?" I think that it's mostly because 1) I don't spend much time online up here, so something fairly significant has to happen for me to make the effort of blogging about it, 2) Not much significant happens to me up here.

I had a birthday last week, and so I had a party, which was good. I cooked a big meal for friends and family, and then we all sat around and got drunk and ate birthday cake. If that's not as good a birthday as a dude could hope for, then I don't know what is.

That's all for now. It's really nice out today, so I'm going for a boat ride.

Flunk out with your junk out,

T.