I found out last night that it is officially official. The marriage certificate came back and my friends are married. I read the service, I signed the papers, and I filled out the instructionless form without a hitch. Here are some highlights.

The ring exchange

I think something funny happened here. That or I am laughing for no reason.

post-op.

He’s the DJ. He’s the Reverend.

I always stare at the floor at weddings.

I just said the following:
“Oh man, is it quarter to 4 already? What am I doing walking around the house in my underwear still sober?”

Anyone know where I can score a copy of Rubin And Ed?

Well, somehow we made it to the final four. Much like the Edmonton Oilers, we were a team that never should have made it as far as we did. We nabbed fourth place in a spanking against Slovenia who took the title. The rest of the final night was spent drinking and dancing until it was time to hit the airport. I did manage to keep a tab open at the local watering hole since i will be back there in august. I guess that makes me an honorary local.
The flight home was long and full of delays. I am still catching up with myself and sleeping way too late. These next two weeks will be quite busy as I ramp up to spend the better part of 3 months in the Great White North.

Myself and Lee ran a marathon last night. A drinking marathon. We tied.
For a guy that spent close to 15 hours drinking, I only have these regrets from last night :
- not getting a picture of me in the “fat woman in a bathing suit” fat suit i wore for the show.
- going to a really shitty gay bar with everyone instead of the black dog with Condor and Graham.
- at said gay bar, not asking the transexual that took a shine to Lee and I to feel her fake boobs. (A regret shared by Lee as well)

it seems that not unlike airplanes…

improv festivals make tim fall asleep.

Herbie from Toronto kicks it in the bizarrest of positions

Graham hopes to never look this creepy again.

It’s been a pretty busy couple of days.

For starters

the oilers lost the Stanley Cup. So there were no riots. No National Guard called in.

We also hit an Afghani Cafe for Karaoke.



i love the irony in a coalition of international peoples taking over an Afghani Cafe.

This afternoon was the Edmonton Queen boat ride. It was awesome. The boat ride is about 2 hours long. The hilarious part – over an hour was spent sitting at the dock. The actual river boating experience was maybe 45 minutes. So to occupy our time and make the experience worthwhile, Lee and I decided to play a game. The person who is sober at the end of the ride loses.

It was a neck and neck game. And after 1 Bloody Mary and 3 Pina Coladas vs Lee’s 4 Pina Coladas we were both declared winners. Though neither of us met our challenge to fall out of our chairs. Close as I may have come

Tonight we are playing Vancouver which we should get spanked in. Off to booze it up before the show!

I think I like it better as The Smeaton Shuffle

Getting high is fun. It is also prone to turn me into a complete idiot.
2 nights ago I lost my I.D. The cause : I was high. The story is long and convoluted, but trust me to know that if I had my wits about me it would not have happened. I did manage to get it back the next afternoon though at the convenient store I lost it at. Which is awesome good because I have learned that the U.S. Customs Officials aren’t too fond of letting folk in without picture I.D. anymore.
Last night, I lost the keys to my room. Rather than put anyone out, I slept on a couch in the common area. I was awoken by the hall monitor/R.A. this morning with a tap and a look of scold. He asked why I didn’t knock on his door to let me into my room. Thoughtful as I am I had decided it was silly to wake someone just to get in my room. So I told him I didn’t want to wake him up. He replied in a tone that made me feel as though I was 15 again and being reprimanded by my dad, “Well, you’re party woke me up anyway.” Oops. Guess we were all a bit too loud. So, he opened my door and I finished off the sleep there. Anyway, after tracing my steps this afternoon and checking both the theatre and the bar we were at, I still came up empty handed. The solution : spend 200 dollars on records. Upon returning to the dorm, I thought I would check in my laptop bag one more time. i had checked therre thrice during the course of the night. Lo and behold, there they were. They might as well have had a big flashing arrow on them it was so plain to see them. I can’t wait to tell everyone they were there the whole time.

Here in Edmonton, it all comes down to tonight. it’s the final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs. The Edmonton Oilers came back from behind and now has a fighting chance to win the cup. The city has been crazy on the game nights. On a night before we got here there were riots and fires and hundreds of arrests. And that was when they won. Myself and a few others will be heading to the Oiler stadium tonght to watch the game on big screens amongst all the fans. It seems that it is a once in a lifetime opportunity that would be foolish to pass up. It should make up for all the shit I haven’t been doing on this trip. Like spending the last few days not taking a single picture. Or not going gambling. Though both those things can be remedied in the next few days.
The theatre sent us with a bunch of merchandise. To try to sell I guess. It is all pretty ordinary stuff compared to the other things at the tourney. Though one thing we do have that no one else does are what I like to call Cancer Patient Hats. They are these ridiculously over-foamed mesh ball caps. You know, the kind you see every cancer kid wearing in every made for tv movie or drama you can think of. Dads Garage Cancer Hats. Terminally Fun.
Overall, the shows have been pretty kool. Saturday night was the cartoon showcase. It was a pretty decent crowd considering we were up against the saving game of the playoffs. And the second wave of the tournament begins tomorrow. So many teams still aren’t here or are just arriving. Vancouver, Regina, Slovenia. It will be a whole new breath of energy.

Last night we all kicked it at the theatre to watch Trapped In The Closet. If you don’t already know, it’s the R. Kelly “musical” that is basically the most convoluted 40 minute exposition soul-sung to the same beat. It was my lack of judgement to show it to a room full of drunk improvisors because for the next 4 hours everyone was singing what they were doing in the same style. And the drunker they were the louder and yellier the “joy” became. Hopefully they have all forgot about it and i won’t have to hear 15 different versions of it ever again.