Blazing New Trails to Never Fail.

Lads, Ladies.

I`ve recieved some complaints as to my lack of links. In reply to this apparent shortcoming on my wonderful blog I say: Fuck you, you mildly intimidating bunch of teramisu-resembling bastards.

That was mostly to dean, he`ll get it.

Basically, the last four or five nights have been spent in Stratford. The great story of my Grandparent`s fiftieth wedding anniversary approaches nigh. Apparently a number of you nosy bastards have been spreading word about some type of sexual rendezvous with Andream Bedfordm. Apparently you`re fucking stupid...really fucking stupid.

Here goes:
I went home Thursday, and spent a wonderful evening out on the town. Nothing special, basically a nice night of coffee and cigarettes, but I was out late, and this was of course, a regrettable action in the mornin.
My aunt Alvina was down for the anniversary to surprise my mimi and grandpa, and was sleeping in my sister`s room. This of course means that my sister gets my room, and I get...ta da! The Basement.
I slept on the couch, which is becoming a more and more regular event as the weekends of my homecoming become more numerous. I think I`m just going to digg a sleeping pit in the basement and make it permanent.

Oh, and for those of you not aware, I`m moving to London..at least, theoretically. I`m not actually moving with my parents, but I will have a technical homebase in London.

But I digress.

I woke up on Friday morning to my irate mother wandering about the house causing fights and tension between my sister and herself. I tried to keep my cool, but was unsuccessful, and began to fight as well. I`d arranged with Andrea to have her come over the Friday morning. She agreed reluctantly to be my date so as to prove to my grandparents that I wasn`t gay.

Well, she got there around 11:30, and we got something to eat at Tim Hortens before hopping in the car with my crazy mom and driving to London.

Basically, a short list of drive-down highlights:
- My mom becomes enraged when Andream and I take our homework. I wish I knew why..
-On the drive to London, my mom, completely o`ertaken with the fact that she has two wedding cakes in the back of the car, decides to take the bumpiest, most decrepit road she can find. Again, I wish I knew why.
-Upon our arrival in London, my mom quizzes me as to the address. When I reply, she tells me I`m wrong and that I never help out.
- When we find the Delta Armouries, she takes a road to find parking, and ends up in an an oncoming lane. I tell her so and she tells me to stop driving.
- She turns around, only to end up at a street with no right turn. She turns around again attempts to turn into the same road.
- I tell her that we`re going to die if we stay in this lane and she tells me again to stop driving. Andream becomes a little scared.
- We make it, and I offer my assistance to help her with the cake. She says no. She tells me again that I never help.

Basically, after that, I found the bar and hit it up. It was a poorly made RnC with Captain Morgan`s Rum. Why does every bar use this? It`s worse, yet more expensive than Bacardi. Why?

The party afterwards included pictures, cake and live music. I played one song (or maybe more) with the dude who was playing. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

My young cousins began asking about Andream, and if she was my girlfriend. I replied yes, and started to hug her and be more affectionate to more "EW"`s and such. It was good.

Basically, I got reasonably sloshed on an open bar.

It was good.

I came home and worked 13 hours the next day and visited Carls. Good times had by all. Tired mornings had by me.

Nothing happened with Andream. I cannot stress this enough.

Good god.