On Friday evening (at 6:30pm) some little fourteen year old boys got on the skytrain wearing ed hardy wannabe studded hats and shirts just wasted out of their minds.
Word of advice: you're going nowhere in life if you tattoo your face. Especially if you're fourteen and it's a tear drop.
On Saturday, while walking to the bus with Kate Swanney, I fully ran over some one's foot on the street corner. I laughed in his face and he gave me a dirty look.
I am ever courteous
On Saturday night, Chanel and I went to the Roberts Creek Legion for reggae night, shook our booties, reminisced with classmates not seen for years, and watched another former schoolmate try too hard to get the attention of the one extremely good looking male in the building.
FYI: Nobody is a big deal in Roberts Creek and 'bend-and-snap-hair-flipping' techniques don't work past the tenth grade.
Did they work even then?
On Sunday, Chanel and I rented a double kayak in Gibsons. We paddled out to Keats Island, jumped off the government wharf, and then couldn't keep the rudder down on the boat. Thinking we'd broken the Kayak, we paddled back to lower G, turning our proposed 4 hour rental into 2. Upon our return, the rental clerk (for lack of a better term), Shane, informed us that, "That happens all the time. People come back and think they've broken the rudder, but it just gets caught right here...". Then he literally flicked a cord, and the rudder fell back down.
Thanks Shane, you could have told us before we went out.
He then only charged us $20, and invited us to a 'Neanderthal themed kegger' (next weekend), he just had to "check with his buddy".
All in all, it was a complete weekend.
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