July 10th, 2010

UPDATED: Record of transaction buying a CD at Funky Pickle Pizza

I woke up this morning in a big pile of regret over the one drink that was too many last night. Crumpled in a heap, lying broken under the covers, I wished helplessly for the bad times to end.

A couple hours later operable motor function returned, as did my will to live. Good times can have their consequences, and we surely had many good times Friday night.

I’m not an overly social guy, in so far as I don’t flutter about the pub like a happy-go-lucky butterfly chatting with folk at random. Meeting new people is always a blast, but I generally require some kind of “in” to get the conversation started.

That’s why I enjoy traveling so much. Chatting with fellow travelers is a breeze because everyone likes to share where they have been and what they have seen. Starting a conversation is as simple as asking “where are you from?”

At the local pubs I don’t have that easy in, so I sit quiet a sip my drink like the creepy, disheveled old man end of the bar.

For some this is not a problem at all; watching my friend Russell work a room full of young lasses is something to behold. Russ has no hang ups starting up a conversation, he’s quick and efficient, like some kind of futuristic macking robot. Target acquired; setting charm to maximum; initiating flirting sequence.

I credit much of Russell’s efficiency to his spectacular handsomeness. His presence is the perfect equation of a tan complexion, fit, hairless body and an adorable baby face. All these elements add up to powerful chick magnetism not even science could improve upon. I, myself, would jump Russell’s bones in a second if I were not furiously heterosexual.

There is plenty of benefit to hanging out with a confident guy like Russ, inevitably that confidence rubs off, and we had a fantastic time meeting all kinds of strangers last night. We met an actress/yoga instructor working a one night gig selling shots; a couple students hailing from Venezuela; and a Canadian Military officer who commands a legion of tanks.

I also bought a CD in a pizza joint from a musician named Carrie Hryniw who had just finished playing a gig at Edmonton’s SOS Fest.

I’m not really sure where I was going with this story, but you are now armed with the knowledge that my friend Russell is a hot stud and I’m afraid to talk to strangers because they scare me.

Cheers, enjoy the rest of weekend folks!

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