Okay, so I've been meaning to post about some stuff for a little while, but the fact that such stuff was happening at that time meant I was rather busy. I shall commence.
The weekend before last was the karate tournament. At 4:30 on Friday I gathered my necccessary supplies and headed to the CIF parking lot. There were 8 of us going in 2 rented vans, so there was plenty of room and we divided up and headed off.
The first half of the trip was fairly uneventful, watched some Jackass 2 and was thoroughly disgusted with the antics of what I must grudgingly refer to as
fellow human beings. We stopped at Mandarin's, an expensive yet delicious chinese buffet style restaurant. Having anticipated our stop at a buffet I hadn't eaten lunch and was appropriately hungry for the situation. However my ample portions and frequent trips back to the buffet earned me a reputation as a big eater. That will be relevant later.
For the second half of the trip I switched over to Sensei (Will) and Sempei's (Devin) van which was a bit more lively for conversation. We stopped over at Tim Hortens and were overtaken by the other van (Andrew's) before getting on the highway. Some time later we passed Andrew's van, which was sitting by the side of the road,
with a police car. Ouch.
Fast forward for a bit. We got to Sudbury at midnight. We stayed up until about 3:00. Woke up at 6:30, at the tournament by 8:00. The tournament itself probably won't interest you, and it was fairly underpopulated at my belt level and age. I was garunteed to place at all 3 of my events, 'nuff said. It was good watchin' at the other events though.
So after the tournament we went to East Side's for dinner. I'm an idiot and forgot about my gift certificate when I paid. Anyway, as we were sitting down Will said he'd never seen eat like me, and jokingly raised the question of "who's going to eat the most tonight?" Sempei Andrew immediately made his claim at the title, and our eyes locked in
cheesy western showdown fashion. When our food came we split every garlic bread in half and each took one and we split each salad similarly. That bastard put so much cheese in our salad! I didn't want to say anything though, because then he'd know it was a good tactic. It was getting pretty bad for me by the end, but the bills were coming so we called a tie.
The competition was enthusiastically cheered on by our fellow club members, except for Nancy who was sitting at the head of the table between us and seemed thoroughly disgusted by the both of us. Quotes such as "it's like a train wreck" were common, but neither of us gave up. When Andrew went to go pay by debit I admitted to my significant discomfort and got a laugh with the comment "I could have done garlic bread all night but that salad was friggin' rediculous!"
Sigh, alright, fast forward the rest of the night because I have to do a few things before going to class today.
Went to LCBO. They picked up a shitload of booze, me and Andrew didn't drink. They drank in the room until 11:00, then we went to a bar. Played a lot of fooseball, which was fun, then left when it closed at 1:00. Went to a club downtown. A brawl started in front of the club as we went in, but the bouncers handler it pretty good. The club was basically a meat market, but I sat in the back with Phillip while the rest of them danced. I don't really dance, and Phil was tired but I figured I shouldn't leave him alone in such a sketchy place. When the club closed they went back to the room and finished their booze.
I was fine in the morning, one of the few that could make that claim.
More stuff later but I've got stuff to do now.