The Passions of the Tibs
So I just got back from Niggi's wedding. It was alright. From a recomendation from a friend I had a whiskey sour and it was actually okay. If I wasn't driving I would have taken advantage of the open bar just like Chicco at... well, an open bar.
So I went to pee and there's this drunk guy in there (beer in hand while he peed) and when I was washing my hands he's like "Buddy, where you from?" and I'm like "Brampton". And he says, "So am I. Too fucking ghetto kids now. They watch to many music videos." Sure, he was drunk. Sure, he was annoying. But he sure was right. When I got home those stupid kids at the front of the street were being busted by the cops. I don't know what for, but there were to cop cars just sitting there with their lights flashing and one of them on the hood. Man, I gotta get out of the hood. Why can't my mom say, "You're moving with auntie and uncle in Bel-air." Or at least Guelph.
But anyways. The wedding was cool. It was short. Like 15 minutes long. They didn't even write their own vows. Why wouldn't you right your own vows? It would be funny. She walked down the aisle to Pachebel's Cannon in D. My dream girl? Well, she'd walk down to either the theme to 2001 or Mr Perfect's theme (Get the guitar). That would be awesome. Why can't someone have a really funny wedding? Before you walk down the aisle you hear the glass break and Stone's Cold theme plays, the groom dressed as Ryu and the Bride dressed as Chun-Li.
I wore my fake Con All-Stars. Everyone was like "Yo, I like your shoes. They go good with Rod's jacket." Okay, they didn't say that, but they kind of did... at least, I'd like them to.
I don't know if I'm going on Tuesday. I haven't decided. I gotta get my OSAP and bus passes cleared up first. I'll keep you posted. But if not Tuesday then Sunday we're off to CD Plus and will have my Clerks DVD with Dawn Marie. Kevin Smith? Good. Wrestling? Good. Dawn Marie with Jay? Grood.
