You need to position yourself......

Going back to work after the long weekend is always hard, I don't care who you are. It doesn't matter how light your day is.....your freakin' tired all day, and most people including the ones at my work were all looking forward to going home and taking it easy. Being the sick individual I am, I was honestly looking forward to going home and having a drink! However, this decision was shared all across the board from LB, Sweezy, Memory and Sanchez....so I didn't feel that big of a loser after all.

Tuesday after work is where we begin, cause frankly nothing went down at work yesterday. Five o'clock hits and I'm out the door, along with every other tired worker including my boss 'The Queen'.......we call her that cause honestly, she runs shit! Rollin' in the G whip I head over to the mall to scoop up my Hilary Duff tickets....you heard me, there's no reason to hate or laugh. It's called strategic planning (you can make whatever you want from that comment). On my way home and the phone is blowing up....LB wants to get crunk and so does Cult Jam's crew, especially Ant. With the Doctor gone I have full access to the Row, but more importantly the skydeck which is a fan favorite. Sanchez also comes out of nowhere and holler's to see what's down.....'I'll be at the skydeck in 30....DONE'. So as my coworkers nestle into their PJ's, I'm basically setting myself up for yet another weekday yardsale.

I'm ready to hit up the skydeck, but of course there always has to be a catch......the God calls "Babu can you pick me at Silvercity", and before I can respond I get the good ol' dialtone. FUCK! Picking up the God is an experience in itself everytime, Memory knows how this one goes. When you roll up to the God it all starts by him starring down the car for a solid 5 minutes wondering if that Black Acura with his last name on the plates is actually his and not the other Ahuja family. Door opens......"So you bring this car", NO IT'S A FUCKIN' REPLICA!!! I keep my mouth shut and the God talks the whole way home everytime without fail, apparently he made friends with one of the usher's at the movies, I believe his name was Dan. "So you know Dan is good boy, he works hard....like you right?", realllly. As soon as the God gets dropped off the rips start....."Where are you going?"...."Out"..."Why do you party so much?"....."That's what deadbeats do Dad"....."Stupid idiot, you never going to...(door slams shut and I'm out)". I take off and laugh to myself as I see the God still in the driveway lecturing me even though I've left to get crunk.

The Row consists of drinks that were drunk, and Sanchez doin' some crazy vodoo shit with Ant.....which to be honest freaked my ass out a little bit. It was cool of Cult Jam to roll through even though she had her first day of skool as a science teacher! The party cleared out early and with Memory on his way, and LB, Sweezy and myself all with parched throats we really had no real option but to hit up Gracies. The crew rolled out and headed over to the number one yardale in Ottawa on Tuesday nights.

We roll in four deep like Color Me Badd, and head straight to the back bar to post up like the deviant stalkers we are. I still can't get over how much eye candy there is in that fuckin' bar, unbelievable! Drinks were drunk to get drunk, and old friends kept coming up that we haven't seen in awhile. As I look around I began to realize that there was something extremely wrong with this whole scenario.....why the fuck wasn't GP here, and who does she think she is to miss a weekday gathering??? The texting starting, basically calling her out on being a lightweight and the fact the were going to strip her of her name and demote her back to the hyphen. Trust me you don't ever want to be the hyphen, just ask Sweezy.....he did good with that! 10 minutes later GP rolls through ready to do the damn thing, I'm not gonna sugar coat anything but I was proud of her for sticking to her guns and coming out. From her PJ's to the dancefloor in 20 minutes.....god bless her:) Sweezy's boys were lining up shots and more drinks were flying than the Ottawa international air show.....when it all happened. Blue eyes, blond hair standing bout' 6'1 and a shirt that ready 'Cock Tease'.....we all fell in love, me for the 40th time, but LB fell real hard.

His night became a quest to holler at this girl, and trust me when he begin's to mission....just get the fuck out of the way and don't try to give his hard head any advice. Standing on the patio with GP, Sweezy and Memory.....LB comes out looking for a dart, when he just grabs the pack and leaves us to post up at the front. We just start laughing at him, but then out of nowhere 'Cock Tease' comes out and asks him if he has an extra dart?? WTF?? He just happened to have the pack....coincidence....I don't think so! She throws the dart in her mouth and LB lights her up, but before he can even say 'your welcome', her back is turned and she's hollering at some other dude!!!! We all die laughing, but then LB came back instantly to us and let us know that it's all about positioning yourself. Sure thing, that's why Sweezy rolled in for the scoop.......she's now known as Diane!!! Good times, good friends but more importantly even better donks.

Just as cool as we were rolling in, we form tight and roll out.....and you could hear all the wankster's on the patio whisper....'damn that crew's slacks are unbelievably clean, how do they do it??' You better ask somebody.......maybe Diane knows:-)

कीप होल्डिंग इत दोवं इन इंडिया!!! थे रोव इस सफे इन मय हंड्स.