I'm back baby, and I brought some poutine.
I'm feelin' the holiday spirit, and it is awesome. I'm doing all my shopping (almost done), and in a couple of weeks it is party time with the family. I'm so very down with Christmas (after December 1st, that is). Danielle and I have some cleaning to do before we can load up the house with lights and trees and put some presents around. Weeeeeeeeeeeee! I think that my brother Patrick is going to be back from his posting in Ontario at some point this month, which means I'll get to see him for the first time since he's been off to basic training. I miss my bros, but I don't think Tim will be back this year. I don't know if he really cares too much for the whole Christmas thing anyway. Oh well, I've got to send him a little present anyway.
*** I just got back from running around gathering presents and receipts of the stuff I bought ***
Oh, you have to see what I got Danielle for Christmas!
Oh man, if you remember from my last post, I kind of went on a rant about how I don't like people knowing what they're getting for Christmas because of the super-fun surprise factor. Well, it turns out that I ruined Christmas myself. How you ask? Well, let me tell you a tale...
It all started a week or so ago when Danielle, Christophe, and I all went to Dartmouth Crossing and Mic Mac Mall to do some Christmas shopping. Christophe and I basically shit ourselves running around trying to find some NERF Maverick guns. We ran around toys-r-us for about 15 minutes, but were unsuccessful in finding our toys. So I had pretty much given up on finding one. Fast-forward to Monday morning. I drove Danielle to school, and then headed to superstore because I needed some windshield washer fluid. I walked into the store, and then WHAT THE HELL THERE ARE MAVERICKS HERE. So I bought a couple. I was so excited with my find that I called Danielle and broke the news to her. But it turns out she had gone out of her way to find me a maverick on eBay. My heart and stomach sunk to the floor. I honestly felt sick. I also felt like an ASS, because I had taken the best part about buying an awesome gift for someone, the fact that it is awesome and it would make the person poop when they opened it. I felt pretty crappy. I've got some plans for the thing once it gets here, but that's another story. So yeah, I (at least for a few moments) ruined Christmas. Shame on me.
Hahaha.
So, in the history of the holidays, we have another event that some would argue is even more important that Christmas. And what is that special day, you ask? DANMAS: THE CELEBRATION OF THE BIRTH OF DAN RODGERS. This year, we had the party at MikeD's place. It was a BLAST. Almost everybody had a buzz on and it was great to see people like Graham and Pentz there. Dan did the hustle again. It was glorious. PICTURES!
Maria saved the day, because I left my memory stick at home and she lent me her 4 gig card. I freeeeeeeaked out.
THE MAN OF THE NIGHT
Oh shit, no you didn't
If only it was real
Nice brows.
D'AWWWWWW
Looking enraged.
HAHAHAHA
HUSTLE SHOTS!!!
CALLING IN BACKUP
HUSTLE + SHREW DANCE = AWESOME
Danielle liked it
Call in the DAWWWWWWWGS
Chow down
YES. That is all for tonight. I've got to get to bed, I was up until 6am last night with Omar, Chuck, and Mohammad playing video games, drinking, and shooting the shit. Great time. WOO. I'm stoked for Gordon and Sam's Christmas party on Saturday night, it should be a good time. I promise pictures for you. Come see me at work tomorrow night (Thursday) if you're bored.
GFY,
Tony I
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