Friday - The Day of the N-C party!
Three words : Goodness. Gracious. Me.
This was one of those days I won't forget for at least a few months/years. It all started off with me vainly attempting to look more aesthetically pleasing by grooming my fine beard. While trying to trim my moustache to look Beckham-esque, I proceeded to trim the hair to the point that I looked Hiler-esque! Seeing as how I didn't want to be thought of as a knob-end, I decided to shave it off, and trim the chin hair to reasonable proportion. Hence, the 4 year and 2 month streak of being goateed came to an end. I still feel I lost a part of my soul when those glorious whiskers went down the drain!
Anyhow, while trying to clean up and look hot and sexy for the party gracing my name, I decided to meet up with good ol' Jason to peruse a few stores before hitting Gretzky's. I figured I could use the help, as I didn't want to be a total loser coming to my own party alone! We soon found ourself in a clothing store I felt like boycotting, for the simple reason of having a "Truckistan" t-shirt (which is probably the same reason J LOVES the store !). After receiving a call from wickedy-wicket L.A. , we realize we're going to be late to the bash, the one with my name on it! Me and J feel suddenly horrible, thinking it would be a shame for her to show up alone and find some unfortunate company awaiting her (I'm not explaining that statement, no matter how many buffalo wings you feed me!).
Hence, we go on to 99 Blue Jays way 20 minute late, yet STILL all alone! Apparently everyone's running on Mountain time, as only Cedric and two other co-workers show within the first HOUR! The turnout ends up being great with everyone from good friends to even our boss showing up with the new wifey. Fun was had by all (despite the lack of G-Unit presense), with quite possibly the best exchange of the night occurring near the end of the Gretzky's chapter when Jamie tries to mouth a question over the table to me:
Naveed: "I can't hear what you're saying, tell Derek (next to me), he'll relay it."
Jamie (to Derek) : "Is that girl Cedric's hitting on his girlfriend?"
Derek (to Jamie) : "That's my wife!"
I roared laughter to the point where I potentially could have burst a vein!
After having a decent philly cheasesteak w/fries, a majority of the gang went on to Picadilly Circus, of what I understood was a pub/club. What I didn't know was that it was pub by day, and club by night, as the second we got there all I saw was racous noise and Gino's dancing to their own beat by themselves. Being the first real club I've ever been to, I'm intimidated as f*ck and do the whole dorky "stand in the corner and look cool" thing. That plan worked for like TWO seconds! To get an idea of how this supposed pub/club looked, here's a snap from their official website:
I had Jason, L.A., Cedric, Renee, Scott, and Jamie all notice that I was acting TOTALLY un-Naveed like and wanted to make sure I wasn't going to pass out from sensory overload! Though attempts were made to co-erce me to dance, let's just say that my hips moved 2 inches side to side for like 20 seconds and I was outta there within an hour, out of respect, and out of sheer "deer-in-the-headlights" syndrome. I suppose my experience was analagous to virgin's at their "first time" : scared, awkward, and ending the night way too quickly!
The worse part of the night was that after getting home and texting L.A. (at her request), I find a few of them went off to Maddy's, which is apparently the hippest pub in Toronto. I could have been SO down with that! Sitting at a table, conversing and shooting the breeze is what I think is my specialty! Why couldn't I have been out for that! Me thinks the whole Picadilly plan was a guise to freak me out and get me ditched! When I win my $10 million, I'm going to remember that part of the night ;) !
That was pretty much the end of the night, except for my mother's obligatory worrying, after calling me twice in 1/2 hour before midnight, asking where I was. Mind you I avoided the trademark lecture bemoaning my rare non-family outings, and was left with a mom laying on the couch, barely mouthing "Naveed, why do you do this to me?". Guilt trip totally, but after hearing these words at least 200 times, it's JUST starting to wear off.
My final reflections of the night consider the whole alcohol-culture of the event. Though I can understand it, it really wasn't my thing as I suppose my fob-ness has isolated, rendering me useless in that type of environment. Though I found the anonymous/tipsy co-workers there to be funny, it's not something I ever want to indulge in, as I don't ever want to do anything that might be recorded and posted on the WWW! I think my religious fervour slightly kicked in that night, leading to my awkwardness. Either that or the bumping and grinding on the stripper poles.
So that was friday, in abbreviated form.
This was one of those days I won't forget for at least a few months/years. It all started off with me vainly attempting to look more aesthetically pleasing by grooming my fine beard. While trying to trim my moustache to look Beckham-esque, I proceeded to trim the hair to the point that I looked Hiler-esque! Seeing as how I didn't want to be thought of as a knob-end, I decided to shave it off, and trim the chin hair to reasonable proportion. Hence, the 4 year and 2 month streak of being goateed came to an end. I still feel I lost a part of my soul when those glorious whiskers went down the drain!
Anyhow, while trying to clean up and look hot and sexy for the party gracing my name, I decided to meet up with good ol' Jason to peruse a few stores before hitting Gretzky's. I figured I could use the help, as I didn't want to be a total loser coming to my own party alone! We soon found ourself in a clothing store I felt like boycotting, for the simple reason of having a "Truckistan" t-shirt (which is probably the same reason J LOVES the store !). After receiving a call from wickedy-wicket L.A. , we realize we're going to be late to the bash, the one with my name on it! Me and J feel suddenly horrible, thinking it would be a shame for her to show up alone and find some unfortunate company awaiting her (I'm not explaining that statement, no matter how many buffalo wings you feed me!).
Hence, we go on to 99 Blue Jays way 20 minute late, yet STILL all alone! Apparently everyone's running on Mountain time, as only Cedric and two other co-workers show within the first HOUR! The turnout ends up being great with everyone from good friends to even our boss showing up with the new wifey. Fun was had by all (despite the lack of G-Unit presense), with quite possibly the best exchange of the night occurring near the end of the Gretzky's chapter when Jamie tries to mouth a question over the table to me:
Naveed: "I can't hear what you're saying, tell Derek (next to me), he'll relay it."
Jamie (to Derek) : "Is that girl Cedric's hitting on his girlfriend?"
Derek (to Jamie) : "That's my wife!"
I roared laughter to the point where I potentially could have burst a vein!
After having a decent philly cheasesteak w/fries, a majority of the gang went on to Picadilly Circus, of what I understood was a pub/club. What I didn't know was that it was pub by day, and club by night, as the second we got there all I saw was racous noise and Gino's dancing to their own beat by themselves. Being the first real club I've ever been to, I'm intimidated as f*ck and do the whole dorky "stand in the corner and look cool" thing. That plan worked for like TWO seconds! To get an idea of how this supposed pub/club looked, here's a snap from their official website:
I had Jason, L.A., Cedric, Renee, Scott, and Jamie all notice that I was acting TOTALLY un-Naveed like and wanted to make sure I wasn't going to pass out from sensory overload! Though attempts were made to co-erce me to dance, let's just say that my hips moved 2 inches side to side for like 20 seconds and I was outta there within an hour, out of respect, and out of sheer "deer-in-the-headlights" syndrome. I suppose my experience was analagous to virgin's at their "first time" : scared, awkward, and ending the night way too quickly!
The worse part of the night was that after getting home and texting L.A. (at her request), I find a few of them went off to Maddy's, which is apparently the hippest pub in Toronto. I could have been SO down with that! Sitting at a table, conversing and shooting the breeze is what I think is my specialty! Why couldn't I have been out for that! Me thinks the whole Picadilly plan was a guise to freak me out and get me ditched! When I win my $10 million, I'm going to remember that part of the night ;) !
That was pretty much the end of the night, except for my mother's obligatory worrying, after calling me twice in 1/2 hour before midnight, asking where I was. Mind you I avoided the trademark lecture bemoaning my rare non-family outings, and was left with a mom laying on the couch, barely mouthing "Naveed, why do you do this to me?". Guilt trip totally, but after hearing these words at least 200 times, it's JUST starting to wear off.
My final reflections of the night consider the whole alcohol-culture of the event. Though I can understand it, it really wasn't my thing as I suppose my fob-ness has isolated, rendering me useless in that type of environment. Though I found the anonymous/tipsy co-workers there to be funny, it's not something I ever want to indulge in, as I don't ever want to do anything that might be recorded and posted on the WWW! I think my religious fervour slightly kicked in that night, leading to my awkwardness. Either that or the bumping and grinding on the stripper poles.
So that was friday, in abbreviated form.
posted by Naveed at
1:32 AM
1 Comments:
The next time we plan to go to the Maddy.. I'll call you.
Promise!
And if your mom objects.. just tell here you're with me! ;)
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The Pixy Princess, at 8:55 PM, November 05, 2005
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