Setting Sail into the Sunset
"That's not a unicorn, it's a horse with a sword, here to defend my hopes and dreams"
"Can I be your manservant?"
"no"
"I love Willsy" (don't know who wrote that)
"Are these porchclimbers strong enou- I'm drunk."
And drunk we were. At some point in the evening the crowd filtered out, hammered. We were in the zone. I think we might have been lone for an hour before we realised Derek, myself, Frankie, Lindsay and Graeme were the only people left. We were sitting there, ripped, staring at each other from the backs of our minds, wondering where everyone went. The party didn't stop there. Derek was on fire. He had the cooler in is arms, dropping it every so often, stumbling to pick it back up and hold it above him like it was the stanley cup and he was going to drink out of it. He sucked every last drop of lemony poison out of that thing, and that's when he went to town on the lemons. He sat there eating lemon after lemon, apparently trying to recoup some of the alcohol at the party that didn't make it into his system. I have 3 minutes of priceless video that I cannot share at the request of Frankie. We're worried about his political career and future mudslinging campaigns against him using this video as evidence, so sorry, no YouTube this time. But my god it's funny. He's got his head right inside that cooler, and when he pulls it out he looks at us defensively and barks "WHAT?" Like we have three heads. Then he tries to get my attention repeatedly as I'm in conversation with the girls, just so he can tell me how concentrated the lemons are. "These are probably concentrated! These are bitter! OW! (lemon rind hits him in the face) MARCUS! MARCUS! (licks fingers, looks around distractedly, back at the camera now) MARCUS! These are actual lemon rinds." Like he can't believe it. The video ends cutting him off as he's about to tell me he's parched. "I am parched." We died laughing. He said parched about 20 more times that night, it's a new word in our vocab now.
So after that I was off to TO for some camp partying. Kilmer is back from a year in Oz at teacher's college, and I was very excited to see him again. Kilmer, I love you. I am heading up to the Kilmer cottage on New Year's with Frankie and Derek to ring in the 07, and I am stoked for that. However, life right now is not unexciting. Normally when you bastards leave Guelph I'm sitting here staring at my parents, and they're staring at me. Then the questions start, the interrogation, the quibbling, the squabbling over details, the coversations about how hard it is to find a good thermostat for cheap on Ebay. The list goes on. I love my parents unconditionally, but I think I speak for everyone reading this when I say "I can only take so much."
Frankie and Lindsay moved in for a few days (hence the 5 of us left over after the party) after graduating, and we had a blast, even though I was busy in the lab from time to time. Now that has all passed, but the L-bomb as I like to call her has moved back in cause she has some mall hours over the holidays, so now I have a friend. We are a terrible influence on each other, it is a struggle to leave the house before 3 in the afternoon and can't watch less than 2 movies in a day. Also we can't stop talking about everything, and so I have to save my productive times for times when I'm alone like now. It may sound like I'm complaining but I'm not. It is possible my parents are a little jealous/sad that I would rather hang out here, but Lindsay doesn't tell me I should change my pants cause I've been wearing them for 3, 5 or 7 days, and she also doesn't complain if I don't want to get off the couch, in fact that's encouraged, what would you do?
Apparently there's a secret door in Derek's room that leads to a harbour, in which a large ship is moored. The ship is bound for the south coast of Africa to look for jewels, trade tea and coffee, and chart the rocky shores and high seas of the cape of good hope. Apparently we are about to get on that ship, and here we're waving goodbye to everyone at 103 for the last time. Or maybe we were just drunk and this picture merely suggests that. Either way the prospect is exciting.
PS the pictures aren't blurry cause of an effect of the camera. Everything was actually blurry that night, ask anyone who was there.
Happy New Year you magnificent bastards
Love Marcus
4 Comments:
actually, that last one wasn't from me. I was going to write something similar to that yesterday, but then I noticed that someone had beaten me to it. rest assured, I'll never not sign my name (unless I forget).
willsy.
Thursday, December 28, 2006 at 5:27:00 PM EST
if there's ever a coup, i hope that bob's not in charge, for everyone's sake.
mack
p.s. jk bob
p.p.s. don't you just love post-scripts?
p.p.p.s. happy new year.
Thursday, December 28, 2006 at 7:36:00 PM EST
ahah thanks mack, happy new year to you too. . . willsy, I'm sorry I blamed you. Now who could that have been? I don't know that many people that use the expression 'for serious'
Thursday, December 28, 2006 at 8:37:00 PM EST
Just hold on a minute here. Mack what the hell man, what did i ever do to you? but for serious i could be a great leader, maybe ill organise one against you just for spite of your comments.
Malark wonderful post man was a real beaut welcome back to the game.
Bob
Sunday, December 31, 2006 at 10:37:00 PM EST
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