a movie.

By now, you've probably heard about the latest film from director, Todd Phillips. If not, it's called The Hangover, and has been in theatres since Friday. On Sunday afternoon, this movie seemed appropriate enough to go watch. After all, it was Sunday and I was extremely hungover from the previous night of binge drinking for a pal's birthday party. The movie stars some comedic actors that I'm not going to bother mentioning, but do assure you, they will make you laugh. The movie is about three friends and a reject who set out looking for that perfect bachelor party in where else, then Las Vegas, baby! Somewhere throughout the movie, they lose their groom after a heavy night of binge drinking & GHB. Nonetheless, the three groomsmen give Vegas a thorough sweep retracing their tracks to solve the mystery of their fallen comrade. I'm not going to go much further for fears of ruining your viewing pleasure. So my advice to you would be this; Get fucking hosed the night before, wake up before noon and catch the matinee, it's worth your time.

my head feels better today, thanks.

a son of a bitch.

          I'm not talking about the old fart in the picture, I'm talking about Pabst Blue Ribbon known mostly by abbreviation as "PBR".  This son of a bitch has an alcohol content of 5.9%  and comes at a handsome price of $7.99 for six of these at your closest cold beer and wine store.  Over the weekend, I was lucky enough to witness my roommate consume fifteen of these sons of bitches over a five hour period to drown whatever sorrows he may have.  The last memory I have of seeing him, is walking up the middle of Yates St. destined for some of that delicious pizza from that joint I previously spoke of in an earlier blog.  Folks, this stuff is cheap but is also miraculously delicious, but also gets you good stinkin' drunk.  If you spend as much time as I do drinking, but can't afford the higher quality stuff, then I recommend this stuff.  Recession beer!

thanks again, asshole.

a woman we love.

    Gal Gadot;  actress, model, Israeli.  Most importantly of all, a woman we love.

thank you, Gal.

another bottle. (from the caribbean)

Now I'm not exactly sure how you spent your weekend. Maybe you went to the beach, maybe you crushed some coldies, maybe you went to Sasquatch down in the great state of Washington, or maybe you found yourself hugging a toilet seat after a pleasant evening of binge drinking. I'm sure, however you did spend it, it was a good weekend. Over here on d'island, the sun was glistening, the beaches were packed with beautiful girls and the alcohol was flowing like Niagara Falls. For the most part, I sat on my deck and had a sit down with an old friend, the Sailor, every 750ml of him. He's sweet, he's 46% alcohol content, he's 92 proof and reasonably priced at $27CDN. So by reading that, you know this guy works. For times where your girlfriend just dumped you, it works. For times where you got fired, it works. For times when you just want to get right pissed, it works. I think you're getting the point here. Anyways, the next time you want something tasty for your tastebuds, I suggest you pick up a bottle of this, a two litre of Coca Cola and have yourself a good, no... great evening.

you're welcome back, anytime.

the dears, a band.

  The other evening, I was browsing through my iTunes collection looking for something good to put on while cooking a meal for myself.  What I fell upon was an old Dears album called "No Cities Left" which was released in 2003; over half a decade ago.  I forgot that this band of seven from Mon'real, Canada was even on the rotation.  Now the reason I bring all this up, is because over half a decade when I was much younger, and didn't know much about much, I was fortunate enough to watch The Dears live at the now defunct Boot Pub in Whistler, British Columbia.  I was a measly 19 year old kid, freshly turned.  I don't think I really cared about who was playing really, I just knew that the Boot sold jugs for $10 CDN and that my only intention was to get as good stinkin' drunk as I possibly could.  The opening band was sub-par from what I remember, but then The Dears came on.  I just remember hearing Murray Lightburn's voice and it sounded something of Morrissey'esque.  To say the least, I did get shitbombed, but I also found a passion for live shows.

     The Dears will be playing in Victoria, British Columbia this coming Friday, May 29 and will also be playing in the city of Vancouver the following night and then up into wine country; Kelowna, British Columbia on the Sunday.  I recommend that if you are in close proximity to either of these three areas you check them out, you won't be disappointed. 

ladies & gentleman, the dears.

      

 

a day of rest.

    Sitting on the couch, watching old seasons of The Office, drinking  Anejo on the rocks, puffing on a cigar from the Republic of the Dominican, feet kicked back.  A day of rest.

come back sun, we miss you.

a slice.

The other night, I was sitting on my patio drinking a bottle of the goose and soda. After a bottle down, I decided to take a night out on the town, see what the Friday nightlife had in stores for me. I walked around downtown, but really couldn't find any establishment worth my time, or money so I decided to head homeward. On the way home, I stumbled up to the Brickyard. I forgot about this place, but sure was glad to fall upon it once again. The best fucking pizzeria, ever! To top things off, they serve beer and hard liquor for people to consume until 2am, PST. What the fuck is better then drinking beer and eating pizza? For $3.25 a slice (a big one at that), you really can't go wrong. So I recommend, if ever visiting the beautiful city of Victoria, you check out 702, Yates St. You won't be disappointed!

I'll have another.

hello, thursday.

     

     Finally, the warm weather has come, and with the warmth brings the patio. And with the patio, brings me, a holmie, a bottle of Jerry's, and only the finest the Dominican has to offer... Cigars!

stay awhile, won't you.

a toast, to our queen.

     So once again, 365 days have passed us and it's that time of year. That's right, May Long, "The Long Weekend". May 2-4 etc.  I apologize if I have left out any of other definitions of this ridiculous holiday.  I just can't wrap my head around why this holiday is so big.  I mean, people base there entire year off this one holiday.  A time to get shitfaced!  Now maybe I don't see it cause everyday is a "long weekend" to me.  So for this long weekend, I have decided to get away from the chaos, the line-ups of liqour stores and my favourite drinking establishments, and to the busyness of restaurants.  So I am taking a stand, boarding a boat, taking the I5 of the Pacific and migrating southward where the alcohol is cheap, the women are beautiful, and there won't be an abundance of these 'long weekenders'.  I'm talking Seattle, Amer'ca! 

To the 'long weekenders'; you inglorious bastards.

 

  

an establishment.

    

    Last night, I wandered up Courtney St. here in downtown Victoria and stumbled to the front door step of which is now my favourite establishment of this town.  The bar; Smiths Pub.  Now a few years back, I lived in the mountains about two hours north of Vancouver,  just up the Sea to Sky Hwy.  Every so often, I would venture southward to Vancouver to go out on the town with some friends.  It was like religion that we always stop off at the Morrissey Pub before going onwards to any other place that serves the delicious kinds of alcohol that we all know and love.  Back to Smiths Pub.  As I am sitting at the bar enjoying my short double Sailor and Coca Cola the bartender comes on over to see how everything are going.  We start talking about the place and about the layout of the bar and how it just seems like a wholesome place to consume a beverage or two.  Anyways, as the conversation went on, the bartender brought up the Morrissey Pub, back in Vancouver.  He asked me if I knew the place, which I then told him I would go there almost every weekend while visiting the city.  He then proceeds to tell me that the owners of Smiths, also own the Morrissey;  I then saw the connection.  Anyways, if you're ever in Victoria, I recommend checking Smiths Pub out. Good drinks, good people, good music, and the same goes for anyone visiting the fine city of Vancouver. 

and it's Wednesday.