News from one fucked up weekend - 12.8.06
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Friday, December 8, 2006
For the first time in a long time I felt like going out. We had VIP comps to the notorious Cowboys - pretty much Calgary's version of Drop Zone or Odds... stay well away (but you have to see it for yourself).
Handle bar 'staches. Pointy snake skin boots. Big belt buckles. Cowboy hats. I stood out like a sore thumb! But I'll admit, the waitresses and barladies are crazy HJOT - far better looking than Manhattan's... uh huh! How's this for club policy - work there six months, and they buy you new boobs! Anyway, we chose a real crap night to go, some two pence country singer was playing live. Sorry for this, but no pics from inside the club - as much as I wanted pics of the barladies and a real-life cowboy, I was way too scared!
So we ditched that place and made our way to our local pub in Kensington - The Yardhouse. But along the way we ignored all warning signs and stopped to play on the semi-frozen Bow River. Quite funny, we almost made news headlines when Herman almost fell through the ice! One leg went knee-deep through the ice into the frozen water! I've never shat myself that much. But he survived to tell the story, and being the trooper he is, he still insisted we hit The Yard'! That's m'boy!
Get this: It's been a warm zero degrees out - and we were just wearing light sweat tops, no gloves, scarves or beanies! How hard to the core are we?!
We met this dodgy, drunk mofo that introduced us to these chicks. The chick on the left falls into the Cougar category - a cougar is Canadian slang for ladies who are 30-something and single, and looking for nothing but young, virile men and a night of sordid, all night long marathon sex. The chick on the right? A 25 year old, former stripper... 'nuff said?
Just to state things explicitly: we're not that dodgy, okay? We're officially poes-teazers... basically the opposite of cock-teazers - for once, the guys teazed the girls. We left all together, flagged a cab, and then shoved them in and hauled ass in the other direction! Way too fucken funny!
See the rest of Friday night's gallery.
Saturday, December 9, 2006
We went bus-trippin'... pretty random, eh? Still a warm zero degrees - loving this weather.
Saturday night was the office year end functionon the observation deck of the Calgary Tower - 38 storeys, 520-something feet above ground. I suppose it was an alright evening, very respectable - nothing like the crazy office parties back home. That's pretty much cos drinks are only free from 7-8pm - half the people haven't even arrived by then - pretty cheap if you ask me! There was a belter or two, not gonna lie.
The Tower from the ground. And the ground from the Tower - on the glass floor - 525 feet (175 m about?).
But we left at midnight to chill at this stylish lounge on 8th Ave. And then we braved the cold walk home at 02h30 with Gordon the Scotsman, singing "Flower of Scotland", as he froze his bits off in the ten-below zero temps. He made us promise that if some Calgarian thugs came to fuck him up cos he was wearing a skirt, that we'd be honourable men and jump in to help. You should see how much abuse he took! We topped off a fun night with the inevitable 2.30am pizza and fried chiggen being stuffed in our faces...
Check the year end function gallery.
For the first time in a long time I felt like going out. We had VIP comps to the notorious Cowboys - pretty much Calgary's version of Drop Zone or Odds... stay well away (but you have to see it for yourself).
Handle bar 'staches. Pointy snake skin boots. Big belt buckles. Cowboy hats. I stood out like a sore thumb! But I'll admit, the waitresses and barladies are crazy HJOT - far better looking than Manhattan's... uh huh! How's this for club policy - work there six months, and they buy you new boobs! Anyway, we chose a real crap night to go, some two pence country singer was playing live. Sorry for this, but no pics from inside the club - as much as I wanted pics of the barladies and a real-life cowboy, I was way too scared!
So we ditched that place and made our way to our local pub in Kensington - The Yardhouse. But along the way we ignored all warning signs and stopped to play on the semi-frozen Bow River. Quite funny, we almost made news headlines when Herman almost fell through the ice! One leg went knee-deep through the ice into the frozen water! I've never shat myself that much. But he survived to tell the story, and being the trooper he is, he still insisted we hit The Yard'! That's m'boy!
Get this: It's been a warm zero degrees out - and we were just wearing light sweat tops, no gloves, scarves or beanies! How hard to the core are we?!
We met this dodgy, drunk mofo that introduced us to these chicks. The chick on the left falls into the Cougar category - a cougar is Canadian slang for ladies who are 30-something and single, and looking for nothing but young, virile men and a night of sordid, all night long marathon sex. The chick on the right? A 25 year old, former stripper... 'nuff said?
Just to state things explicitly: we're not that dodgy, okay? We're officially poes-teazers... basically the opposite of cock-teazers - for once, the guys teazed the girls. We left all together, flagged a cab, and then shoved them in and hauled ass in the other direction! Way too fucken funny!
See the rest of Friday night's gallery.
Saturday, December 9, 2006
We went bus-trippin'... pretty random, eh? Still a warm zero degrees - loving this weather.
Saturday night was the office year end functionon the observation deck of the Calgary Tower - 38 storeys, 520-something feet above ground. I suppose it was an alright evening, very respectable - nothing like the crazy office parties back home. That's pretty much cos drinks are only free from 7-8pm - half the people haven't even arrived by then - pretty cheap if you ask me! There was a belter or two, not gonna lie.
The Tower from the ground. And the ground from the Tower - on the glass floor - 525 feet (175 m about?).
But we left at midnight to chill at this stylish lounge on 8th Ave. And then we braved the cold walk home at 02h30 with Gordon the Scotsman, singing "Flower of Scotland", as he froze his bits off in the ten-below zero temps. He made us promise that if some Calgarian thugs came to fuck him up cos he was wearing a skirt, that we'd be honourable men and jump in to help. You should see how much abuse he took! We topped off a fun night with the inevitable 2.30am pizza and fried chiggen being stuffed in our faces...
Check the year end function gallery.
