Baby Shower

The sun poked its head through the living room window and asked if we were hungover. We weren't, so the sun went back outside and decided to bother someone who was.

We woke ourselves up and pretended that we'd forgotten the arguments of the night before. Sure, the feelings lingered, but we put them behind us. There was no point in holding onto sour memories and pushing blame on one another - especially not this early in the A.M. Today was going to be a good day.

Today, Scrib and Fernweh were going to become parents. They were getting rats! Fernweh had had a rat on our traveling expedition the year prior; Zukuma had been his name. In a tragic turn of events, Zukuma had decided he didn't like the vagrant's lifestyle and decided to disappear into the wilderness one rainy night by Burnaby Lake. Now, it was time for Rat II.

On the way to the pet store, we ran into a group of hippie-assed mothafuckas. We got to talking and discovered that they, too, were from Vancouver Island. We conversed in compraison of Guelph to the Island - the were quite similar. Guelph was a small city with a small-town feel, similar to Nanaimo where we were from. That was probably the reason that the two groups had felt so comfortable there - the vastness of such a small population spread out over such a large area.

We parted ways, hit the rat store, and got a couple cute rodents. They were housed in a nice leather cage - bred to be roommates, whether they liked it or not - and placed on the table at Snooze's. We then proceeded to do what we'd came to do the night before - get absolutely shit-dick wasted.

The next thing I remember was coming to during the middle of the 5th episode of Star Wars. Apparently, during the midst of me tearing all my clothes off and gallivanting around the house with my pecker flapping in the wind, we'd started a Star Wars movie marathon. Awesome! Now that the entire group was conscious, we put the movie on hiatus, smoked a doobie and returned to the couch to be vegetables for a few more hours.