Kevin's Bachelor Party

Kevin's bachelor party. It was full of good times and wholesome fun. A big thanks to the Lewis family for hosting it. I can safely say we had an excellent time Saturday. Sunday, on the other hand, was not so enjoyable. I guess that is the price you pay. Congratulations to Kevin.

Nick having a swig of the pride of Pincher Creek: Black Bull Malt Liquor

Monkey see, Monkey do.

Neil feeling the wrath of the Turkey.

Anyone want a Burkey?

The guys getting ready for a night of good, clean fun.

A small taste of Kevin showing us how it is done on the dance floor.

Neil lost the Fat Dance contest on the last hole of Golf. These were his trophies.

The Squash Master

Nick and I have quite a rivalry when it comes to squash. I admit that Nick has marginally held the advantage for a good part of these contests, and has traditionally gotten the better of me, but I have slowly been chipping away at that. The tide finally turned last night.

After some lack-luster performances on my part Nick and I decided to make things more interesting by making our final game of the night worth a little more. The loser would have to buy the first round of beer. This may sound simple, but has resulted in the most intense games of our rivalry. It also serves as a barometer of our head-to-head skill level when playing at our best. Last night was no exception.

While ceding all of the first few games, I was content conserving my energy for the big match. I shocked Nick by winning the game before the big one, and was in the right mind-set. Nick jumped out to an early 5-1 lead on a few lucky shots, but I could tell my time was coming: I was in a zone. I quickly and nimbly rallied back to tie it and we went back and forth until I heroically gained a 7-5 advantage.

Nick mustered a point to crawl back to 6-7, but after an unprecedented rally that may have lasted 30 shots I came out on top. He was a little shaken by the rally, but was a little too confident that I would suffer a breakdown: not when beer is on the line.

I smartly got the remaining 2 points, and now can safely say that I am on top in the skill department. I guess I owe it all to patience, hard work, timely shots, and both on- and off-court focus. I hope Nick isn't too disheartened by this defeat. Now, I have to think... Sleemans or Stella? Decisions, decisions.

Etiquette

Some may consider Joe rude or not well socialized, but he prefers the term unawares. He has a nasty habit of doing stupid things or failing to complete obvious tasks because he is a bit of a blundering fellow. It's not that he is purposefully neglectful. Rather, he has either forgotten or didn't have any clue what was expected. This posting contains his excuse for a recent event.

Many of us know that Joe is soon to wed. Now, he understands an announcement was supposed to be made and he should have told all the people he knows about the engagement, but he had no clue which people he was supposed to call and inform.

The way he sees it, if he doesn't have your email address, you are not in the loop; and if you don't have the good sense to check his great website, you only have yourself to blame for not knowing. I mean, jeez, what does a guy have to do to keep people informed. There are a few people who have slipped through the cracks and didn't receive notice. He has recently taken some flack for this, but officially takes no blame (although he still feels guilty).

You see, he doesn't mean to be like this. He doesn't mind taking the blame, but let's all agree that things are damn complicated and sometimes shit happens. Let's all get over it and just let Joe his blunders. After all, it's his charm... right?

p.s. Joe is handsome.