It's been one week

Last week Ubie left this comment for me:

Tell us a new story. Tell us about ... um ... your favorite pair of shoes? The worst thing you've ever put in your mouth? The places you've woken up after passing out drunk?

I've decided to respond, mostly because I left work early because I'm so sick I can't breathe out of my nose and my swollen throat has made even open mouth breathing difficult. Pity me.

My favorite pair of shoes are my black and white checkered Vans. I bought my first pair two and a half years ago, and I wear them pretty much every day, even in the winter. I am fully aware that they are low canvas shoes designed for skateboarding in warm climates, but I like 'em so if I wanna trudge through two feet of snow in nothing but half a centimeter of rubber and a thin piece of cotton, that is my perrogative. A couple months after buying my replacement pair of black/white vans, I bought a pair of black/red ones. I only wear them occasionally though. My second and third favorite pairs of shoes would be my beat up classic black chuck taylors, and my all black chuck taylors. Ok so I have a problem with buying the same product in slightly different colours.



I have put a lot of awful things in my mouth, and not all of it food from the cafeteria at Glendon. I once licked a dime someone found on the ground for a nickel.. I know... A bunch of imported beers I've bought single cans of were also terrible. Very terrible. One smelled like poop, and tasted like what I can only imagine poop tastes like. Pretty much all of them tasted like the third world. Damn poverty. One time after coming home (incredibly) drunk I made a sandwich to fill my angry belly. I ate half the sandwich before I realized that the bread was moldy. I think that one probably takes the cake.

The only two interesting waking-up-somewhere-after-passing-out-drunk stories I have are:

1) Waking up alone on a lawn chair in Tim's backyard after passing out in the basement filled with his guests last year at the 2nd annual Tim24. I also woke up with blue marker all over my face. Then I vomited three times at breakfast.

2) When I went to visit Patrick at Humber College, I was really tired, so I thought I'd have a redbull with my vodka. Instead of keeping me awake, it just got me really drunk really fast. Before long I found myself laying on a concrete floor in a college residence kitchen with some serious vision and motor skills problems. Somehow I found my way back to Patrick's room where I apparently tried to spit on his carpet or something.

I think Ubie should now answer the questions she herself posed.

Keep on Trangling,

Anthony