FREE BEER!

so after two and half years of hard work and dedication to the place, i am finally VIP at the Kilkenny Irish Pub here in calgary. For those of you that dont know about the kilk, with the exception of the Haufbrau (spelling?) House in Munich, the kilkenny is probably one of the best pubs you can treat yourself to. Great food, great drinks, great servers, and just a great cozy irish atmosphere makes for one...well....great pub. And now, after many hours have been spent unravelling the mysteries of the universe over pint after pint of brew, i finally have been upgraded to VIP status. $2.50 off every drink (k maybe its not free beer...but that was just a ploy to get your attention). nice. nice. I guess some thanks are in order...

First of i'd like to thank my mom...she always believed in me and knew i could do it, even when sometimes i didnt think i had it in me. I'd also like to thank my dad for first showing me how to grip a beer bottle properly. Deep thanks goes out to all those clowns at all those bush parties growing up...i could never have gotten here without you, thanks guys. Thanks to my favorite server Katie expecially for finally giving me the honor. And finally, thanks to all you friends out there who never gave up on me and never said no when i sincerely asked "shall we go home to the kilk?" you have each in your own way made this feat possible, enjoyable and memorable (ok...some nights the memory is a little lacking...but apparantly those were my finest moments)...there are too many of you to list here, but you know who you are...

oh yeah...and on a more seriouse note, about the last post...yeah i definitly crashed and burned. that ship has now sailed....oh well. such is life. its probably for the best anyways.

Reality is like a big vicious dragon....only i dont believe in dragons.

Im walking to school. Its a wonderful morning. I'm in high spirits. Then something ahead grabs my attention. Its this black cat that iv never seen around before...not just any black cat, this thing was evil looking...like if satan had a cat, it would be this one...and this cat is crossing the street. Its about twenty meters or so ahead of me. It sees me, stops in the middle of the road, and just zones it on me. Then it just stares at me while i walk past on my way to the university, and after i pass it i look back, and its still watching me. k....a little creepy, but nothing seriouse. I get on with my day.

I go home for lunch. As i'm about to turn and head into my walkway to my front door i see it again. sitting on the hood of this car, just staring at me. If looks could kill, i may not be alive writing this right now. but still...a little odd...nothing more.

I make myself a lunch and sit down to eat. I like to have the sunlight shining through our kitchen window whenever possible so before i start chowing down i open the blinds...yeah and what do i see? That bloody cat again! This time it walked around the house, jumped up on the deck, and was just staring at my window, as if expecting me to open the blinds so it could glare at me one more time. This time however it got a little bit creepy. It just looked at me in the eyes for a minute or two, then the hairs on its back shot up, it crouched down and starting hissing at me. Not a loud or long hiss...just a short evil one...after which it turned and bolted for the back alley as if it were all of a sudden terrified of me, and dissapeared out of sight, never to be seen again.

Wierd.