Friday; 18th

Friday marked an uneventful evening for me. After work, I packed up and headed to the Great North…well, Edmonton anyways. Generally speaking, a 3 hour car ride is a daunting, gruesome thing. Add in construction in Calgary, and mental handicaps of the road construction crew on Edmonton’s Anthony Henday road – and I was on the road for approximately 5 hours. Now, you might be thinking to yourself “Ouch”, and you would be correct. Nearing the end, I contemplated gnawing off my clutch leg – but I withheld my urge due to aesthetic reasons. I’m shallow – so sue me.

I arrived at Jordan’s after making a detour to Edo Japan (after being disappointed by Burger King’s lack of debit/credit machine – although I would come to realize this was a blessing). It was the Ukraine boys, Austin, Jordan, Dylan and I. They set up the fire outside, and we kicked it old school. Or rather, they did. I tried to not kick it at all; I had decided to wear brand new clothing there, and did not have the urge for my new Buffalo jeans or Silverstar shirt to smell like campfire – so I was repping a pair of Lulu Lemon pants of Jordan’s, and a DKNY T-shirt. I felt like I was on display in a picture frame, and you could see it ALL. It was a cross-leg, shirt down, hands in pockets affair. Never. Again.