killer abs, tiny pony

we've finally found our million dollar idea. picture it: a reality show featuring taryn and her centaur boyfriend. she will play the theme song on her air recorder and he will let her ride him to work. they will live happily ever after in their dreamworld of magic. zap.

there's a pretty good chance that this is not our most lucrative plan but it is one of the funniest of late. and where did it come from? we just had a going away dinner for shannon and as per usual the conversation spanned a wide range. we literally went from discussing the possibility of a mini-pony riding a centaur to the effect of the escarpment on the niagara wine region. at the very least we are a diverse bunch.

i finally have some photos to post. kalen was quite diligent about capturing new years eve on camera and so i bring you some of my favourites.

new years started at shannon's with pizza and drinks. although we wanted to play drinking games the best we could come up with was the "heritage moments" game. i'm not really sure where the drinking part comes in but the premise was that you'd go around the circle and name a heritage moment. needless to say the game never really got off the ground and we mostly just joked around and watched junior hockey. oooh chipchura. so good for so many reasons (mostly his name and his hotness).

getting a cab on new years eve is a remarkable feat. taryn and i had to commandeer an airport limo from dave and tony while kalen, shannon and daniel trekked down to bloor to hail a taxi. we eventually made it to the 'dress for sex' party and quickly got settled in watching grainy porn while the host roller-skated around her loft. kalen, always the quick-thinker, decided to order us some liquid cocaine's from the bartender who was mixing drinks at the gay party in the downstairs loft. there is a good chance that this was the turning point of the evening.


shortly thereafter taryn nearly boxed us out during her frantic exodus from the party. i was partially stunned until shannon drew my attention to the cause of the departure. the party had outlived its usefulness and she had better things to do elsewhere. fair play! meanwhile we were chatting it up with the random dudes and k and i were loving the narnia chronicles. double true.

we headed out on our first hike of the evening. 30 minutes later and we were at the pole-dancing studio where our second party of the evening was being held. daniel became a bit of a liability when he nearly crashed through a plate-glass coffee table. i suppose walking does become difficult when one is under the influence and their pants are falling off. apparently he was having belt issues but we took that as our cue to leave.

there was no way we were getting a cab so we began the walk from queen and spadina to front and church. it was a disaster. shannon's pretend-tourette's took hold and she shouted "i'll kill you bitch" to some girl in an escalade. we tried to make things better by singing franz ferdinand but there is a good chance we were only amusing ourselves. regardless, sometime around 3 we made it to the restaurant and despite much prodding i couldn't drink any more. i finally tagged out at 4 and the cabs were still hard to come by. i had to share a taxi with two randoms but i finally made it home.


i was asked today what my new years resolutions are. of course i had nothing concrete to say, thus inspiring a resolution. this will be the year that i make decisions. from inane ones like definitively agreeing that a man-hole cover in the middle of the sidewalk is out of place, to grander life-decisions like deciding what career path i will take, i think this is my year to be pro-active. no, i don't think, i know. ooh, this is going to be a long process.