The weekend update

Ahhh... well another weekend has blown in and left like so many drunken sailors. Let's see... oh, damn. Almost forgot about the... day, can't think of a witty description for this one. Obsoive. Alfie, Kris and myself went to... Ryly's of all places Friday. Why? You ask. Cause they had their 17th birthday party (ya I don't know why a bar is celebrating their 17th birthday either) and Alfie knows bartender Clay at Ryly's, who gave us free passes for free beer. Free and Beer is good, so we went. Some of you may also know Clay as that guy who gives all the free shooters and ridiculously alcoholic drinks. So we go. We're sitting at a table and I notice that a shooter girl there is one of the most attractive women I have ever seen in Saskatoon, I off handly mention to Alfie that she is gorgeous. Mistake. About 30mins later, said shooter girl comes over with her bottle of amaretto and her bottle of orange juice (it's one of those pour into your mouth deals). So she asks if we want a shot, I smile and say no shaking my head. Alfie! Alfie says, pointing at me, "well he thinks you're gorgeous so I better give him one". Bastard! My face hit the floor. So then, I'm down on my knees in "shooter position", to which Kris noticed that I would do well in prison apparently, beside this absolutely gorgeous girl, looking my best no doubt, and the damn spout on the bottle don't work. So I get a bunch of amaretto poured on my tongue. She apologizes cause her spout is buggered, I say it's fine, just wanting to hide under the table anyway. So she goes away, then she comes back having fixed her spout, and I must go down on my knees AGAIN! By the time it was done my pride was as questionable as my sobriety. You think this is bad for Rhett, it gets worse. Shortly after the shooter girl incident, a... as Alfred calls her, "pre-teen" girl, probably 18 or so... young anyway, comes up to me and says, you all know it's coming, "has anyone told you you look like the singer Nick Lachey!" Gawd! So Alfie hears this and this officially makes Alfred and Kris's nights. Apparently this pre-teen has quite the crush on Nick and really wanted to dance. She kept leaving her boyfriend! to come over to talk. The night continued with Alfred randomly stopping women to ask them if I look like Nick Lachey. And by randomly stopping I mean shouting at them across tables, "Excuse me, you in the black", apparently I do. There is much, much more to tell, ask around when you can.

Saturday was kick ass poker night, too bad Carlos missed this one, I know he'd like it. We will be doing it again some night and that might be better with Jan leaving for Korea soon. Jan of course won, that's why it may be better. Anyway, that's enough for a post.