An ode to nice sit-downs, quality films, and lunar eclipses

'Sup Popes,

I realize that some hip-hoppin' gangster-folk often refer to their "homedoggs" as their "Peeps", but most of my "Peeps" would probably beat me up if I spoke of them in such terms. Thus, I shall give them the respect they are due, and deem them to be Popes in the hopes that they do not see fit to excommunicate or condemn me.

So I was buying a nice 3:30pm lunch with some friends at the pita pit yesterday, and my brother asked me what I had done all day. I responded that I had woken up at the crack of 12:25, with just enough time to whip up a quick grapefruit and cereal breakfast, and have a nice sit-down while watching Manchester United and Olympique Lyonnais duke it out in the first leg of the Champion's League knockout stage. I was, of course, hoping that Man. U. would have the shite trampled out of 'em, but it wound up in a 1-all tie on account of that 'orrible Tevez who knocked one in near the end of the game.
After that, I nipped down to Red Deer Toyota to get my vehicle back from it's brake-repair appointment (on Dad's dime, of course), and marvelled at its new brilliant braking bravado!! Huzzah!

After that, we all brought our deliciously over-sauced pitas back home for another nice sit-down, while watching the magnificent film "Eagle versus Shark". Ah, there are few things quite so poetic as when a bunch of uncultured mendicants all gather to watch a strange indepenent film which can really only be described as a romantic comedy, while we were all hopped-up on too many energy drinks, and Craig was also attempting to conquer the infamous "Milk Challenge". (SIDENOTE: For those of you who are unawares, the "Milk Challenge" consists of drinking a full 4 litres of milk in less than one hour, and if you should happen to vomit, you are officially disqualified). In spite of the situation, I actually quite enjoyed the film, and there was a particularly awesome scene, where Jarrod (Jemaine Clement from Flight of the Conchords) actually attacks his childhood nemesis (who was now in a wheelchair) with nunchucks, but somehow winds up losing the battle. As one, we all cringed as he swung the first blow, and the hilarity was doubled as Craig ran to the bathroom to disqualify himself from the milk challenge.

After that, I took a few poor-quality photos of the lunar eclipse from our driveway (it's rather embarrassing to be such a poor photographer when you are the proud owner of so much expensive camera equipment), before retiring back inside for another sit-down. Around 8:30, I went to the pub to meet some friends-of-a-friend of mine to get some low-priced wings (which were of the deliciously-terrible quality that only pub chefs can master) and a big delicious pint of beer. I'll have you know that I can drink a whole glass of beer, sir! After that, we went to the local cinema to see Cloverfield which also turned out to be a brilliant film. Part of the reason I enjoyed it so much was because I could tell that most other people in the cinema were hating it. To answer your next question: Yes, it was also a very nice sit down.

Finally, I topped off the day by sharing a fine glass of medium quality scotch with ol' Greggins, while having the final sit-down of the evening in the den and watching Thank You For Smoking on the telly. It also was quite enjoyable, and it gave me the amusing mental image of somebody trying to light up a cigarette while balancing on top of a flat screen television.