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November 1, 2009 For those of you that were around here in 1999, we're gonna do this like a "Yo Ryan! What's Been Goin' On?" October was a whole lot of good times. At least what I remember of it. That's not to say I was drunk for most of it because I was only drunk for a little bit of it. But that little bit was still very nice. I started off my Rocktober in bed. Yeah, I was sick as a dog while on my holidays. Dayquil and I had forged a bond. A bond like two brothers camping in a storm together to discover they were both having sexual relations with the same woman on different nights. Uh... okay... During my week of ill-fate, I did manage to squeeze in a trip to the Toronto Zoo. I went with the in-laws. Dana's family is awesome. Her parents even let me listen to Bruce Springsteen in the car... and Dana can't stand The Boss. Just before Thanksgiving (note for my American readers: Canadian Thanksgiving is in October because we need that extra month between holiday turkey dinners) I had a great outing with my buddy Angry Steve. He was home for the weekend and insisted we have fish n' chips at the Pilot House. I also insisted upon this, thus inventing the act of Double Insistion and we celebrated with a few pints and some halibut. Frig, we'd celebrate garbage day if it meant a good pint of Harp.   Ryan likes when Steve touches his naughty spot ---------- Ryan dressed as The Cobra Commander for Hallowe'en We were soon joined by my wife Dana, my little sister Laura, my sworn Monopoly enemy Scott, and my record hunting buddy Johnny. You know, come to think of it, I believe I may be smushing two different nights together here... oh well... either way, we all had some great drinks, shared some laughs, and Scott wasn't allowed into the Toucan. That's what happens when your mind puts two great nights together. It becomes one Super Great Night. I love it.
Bill Cosby sorta looks like my dad. Well, if my dad were of African-American descent. My parents are both about as white as liquid paper. All in all, seeing Bill Cosby live was a great experience. His show was about two hours long, so we got our money's worth. And our seats were great. Johnny and I were so excited to see his show that we went to Value Village and bought Cosby-esque sweaters to wear in great celebration. The only people more awesomer than us was the couple that dressed up as boxes of Jell-O.   Mr. Bill Cosby ---------- Ryan gets robbed by Andrew and thus picks a fight with him The next day (today, if you're reading this blog on November 1st) I played some hockey with my Road Hockey gang. After scoring an early goal on a breakaway, I tried to do the same move a second time and learned the meaning of, "Went to the well one too many times." My foot caught a stick, or maybe a stick caught my foot, and I did this topsy-turvy thing-a-ma-bob that left me laid out on the ground. I wish I could've been someone else for a few moments so I could've seen my fall. I would be really embarassed if it looked like I was diving. I still don't know who tripped me up (maybe I tripped over my own feet...) but I eventually took my revenge out on Orlicky by fighting him in the face and applying the Sharpshooter to him. His reaction: "I think that might be the first time a Sharpshooter has ever been in a hockey game." I'm not 100% sure he's right though. It could've happened in a Calgary Hitmen game. That'll give me something to look up later. Bye! - Ryan
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