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Convocation was better than expected. The robes were silly and our bare legs glowed in the hot, hot sun as we walked to the Rec Centre, but full frontal nudity was conspicuously absent once the ceremony got down to business. Smiles. Happiness. Walking across the stage at breakneck speeds, shaking hands with old people I've never personally met. Esteemed Chancellor Bob Rae fell asleep on his throne at least five (5) seperate times. Puffy hats abounded. Convocation was a sweatbox and boring, but my peers were rad and sunshiney-faced in the best possible way. It was grad, but without all that stuff you see on TV. Life is (apparently) not in a box.

Red Lobster Red Lobster. Everyone was at Red Lobster. Chad's brother vehemently argued that cold makes you urinate and heat makes you defecate. Soldiers throw down their weapons for the cool, refreshing dinner mints of freedom. I ate a catfish and Chad devoured the Admiral's Feast, fresh off a humiliating defeat at the hands of Mongolian Grill's spicy chili powder. The Admiral stood little chance and went down the hatch quickly, followed by an EXTRA FREE SIDE ORDER OF RICE. I was disappointed that there was no Three-Cornered Hat of Victory for Distinguished Face-Stuffing for Chad, but we got plastic lobsters on chains, which was some consolation I guess. Chad's dad apparently does not support our mission to turn Canada into a progressive socialist dictatorship, but his mom thinks it's funny. I think we lost them when the part about psychic children piloting giant robots against resurrected dinosaurs came into play. No worry. They will not be shot when the revolution comes.

Drinking was drinking, and I have pictures which will magically become a gallery one day when I am not quite so hung-over. I will also attempt to re-create the magic of DBo's donkey story, which left me and Hoodie weeping in hysterical laughter on the grass. I'm glad he's back from Europe; you should see the snazzy ashtray he brought me from Amsterdam! God I wish I had gone too. Anyways, my friends (and their respective families, when applicable) are the finest of people and this is me bragging about their awesomeness just because I can, and perhaps because my brain is operating at minimal capacity (35% power, tops). You know, if I met your parents yesterday, I probably liked them. They will not be first up against the wall when the revolution comes. I was in a liking kind of mood, and the smile is still perched on my face.

Posted by Chris at 03:25 PM >> Commentations (3)