Okay okay welcome everyone to inside the mind of "Shallow Al", better known as Al McInnis. I'm also available at sports_junkie@hotmail.com, well not exactly unless you're on my contact list because I've got real strict security settings. I do that in order to prevent myself from going to porno sites, subscribing to books and magazines, getting free samples of anything you could name, ya know stuff like that.
Today has been a pretty slack day, just like a lot of other ones. My biggest accomplishment was going to McDonalds to hand in a letter informing them that I'm leaving by April 27. Pretty sad I know. But we all have those days. I watched the Canucks fall to the Blues on only 14 shots. Still better than their 6-0 embarrasement at home in game 1. My Leafs are up 2-1 so I'm still feeling good. Last weekend was quite the memorable one, and my weekend started on Friday morning.
Friday marked the Year End Journalism Bash. I started drinking at about 12, and called it a night at about 2 a.m. The crazy thing is after 12 hours of drinking and when most were passed out, I felt I could still go for a few. There certainly were a few memorable moments. There were highs and lows, as all year end parties would bring. There was nearly a J-school fight, Heather appeared a little busy with Neal Pobran, the editor-in-chief of the Omega, and there was the continued conflicts between me and Silver. Half the time I don't know why we get in our little scruffles. He just can't take a joke, and I can't stand that sometimes. He continued making he constant references to PG.
"You'd better watch your back in PG. When you walk into a bar, if you even say 'Prince George' you're getting jumped," he said at one point. Well, he was referring to that, probably not in those exact words. I was a little intoxicated at that point.
Saturday, April 12, 2003- My night at the Max with Melissa, Scott and Jason
How long should a trip from Vancouver to Kamloops take? Certainly not 7 hours. That's how long it took Scott, a longtime friend of Melissa White. Melissa had been looking forward to this night, and although she admitted they'd seen more of Kamloops in one day than she ever has, they would finally arrive. After meeting them at the college, me and Meghan chose to walk back rather than get in the car with them. Probably a good call. They'd stopped at every little bar from Vancouver to Kamloops, and were a little shitfaced to say the least. After we met them at home, this Jason guy convinced me to start drinking only because I'm from PG and that makes me hardcore. I did, then four of us went to the bar. I met three good-looking, polite girls and danced a bit. That is until the end of the night.
"Girls are such gold diggers"- I repeated that line a little too much by the end of the night. I woke both Meghan and Shaun up. I still feel a little guilty. I said that because I asked to borrow a couple of cigarettes. I never knew it would take so much abuse to get cigarettes. Ah, well.
Today has been a pretty slack day, just like a lot of other ones. My biggest accomplishment was going to McDonalds to hand in a letter informing them that I'm leaving by April 27. Pretty sad I know. But we all have those days. I watched the Canucks fall to the Blues on only 14 shots. Still better than their 6-0 embarrasement at home in game 1. My Leafs are up 2-1 so I'm still feeling good. Last weekend was quite the memorable one, and my weekend started on Friday morning.
Friday marked the Year End Journalism Bash. I started drinking at about 12, and called it a night at about 2 a.m. The crazy thing is after 12 hours of drinking and when most were passed out, I felt I could still go for a few. There certainly were a few memorable moments. There were highs and lows, as all year end parties would bring. There was nearly a J-school fight, Heather appeared a little busy with Neal Pobran, the editor-in-chief of the Omega, and there was the continued conflicts between me and Silver. Half the time I don't know why we get in our little scruffles. He just can't take a joke, and I can't stand that sometimes. He continued making he constant references to PG.
"You'd better watch your back in PG. When you walk into a bar, if you even say 'Prince George' you're getting jumped," he said at one point. Well, he was referring to that, probably not in those exact words. I was a little intoxicated at that point.
Saturday, April 12, 2003- My night at the Max with Melissa, Scott and Jason
How long should a trip from Vancouver to Kamloops take? Certainly not 7 hours. That's how long it took Scott, a longtime friend of Melissa White. Melissa had been looking forward to this night, and although she admitted they'd seen more of Kamloops in one day than she ever has, they would finally arrive. After meeting them at the college, me and Meghan chose to walk back rather than get in the car with them. Probably a good call. They'd stopped at every little bar from Vancouver to Kamloops, and were a little shitfaced to say the least. After we met them at home, this Jason guy convinced me to start drinking only because I'm from PG and that makes me hardcore. I did, then four of us went to the bar. I met three good-looking, polite girls and danced a bit. That is until the end of the night.
"Girls are such gold diggers"- I repeated that line a little too much by the end of the night. I woke both Meghan and Shaun up. I still feel a little guilty. I said that because I asked to borrow a couple of cigarettes. I never knew it would take so much abuse to get cigarettes. Ah, well.
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