May two-four weekend is nearing its end. I’d like to think that I had fond memories of this weekend in particular in the past, but this is not the truth. Generally, every May two-four started the same. Weather looks decent during the day, but nobody seemed to care (or looked) that it was going down to 7 degrees at night. We then would rock a total summer tent with a sleeping bag that was manufactured in Vietnam for 30 degree evenings. Gordo would state the following line that we would believe at the time “Drink more whiskey – that will keep you warm”. Slater would throw a picnic table on top of the fire, Vicky would be barfing outside of her tent, and Ox would be talking about grocery shopping in his sleep. Then the next day it would all start again.
One May two-four many moons ago I had an unfortunate incident. My parents had just purchased me a beautiful Green Bay Packers jacket for Christmas.
This jacket could fit 12 cans of Budweiser in the pocket out front. Confidently I strutted around the camp site opening a beer whenever I damn well pleased. As the evening progressed somebody threw a can of beans in the fire. Knowing that this was supposed to blow up I took shelter with everybody else behind trees. The can did make a popping noise but no beans came screaming out. I wasn’t going to be fooled by this again. The same joker threw another can of beans in the fire. All the fools were taking shelter – I was spending no extra energy getting behind a tree three feet away. I’ve outsmarted everybody I thought to myself. This was a mistake. You could hear the can beginning to steam (this was my first doubt that I’d made the right decision). This was followed by an explosion. Beans had covered not only the beautiful green and gold, but my entire face. On top of this part of the can had burned through the arm of the jacket. There was a valuable lesson learned in all of this. Don’t go camping on May two-four weekend.
Beans used to be a common household item for most families I believe. The nature of the way that your body reacts to this underrated nourishment has severely derailed the sales. I’ve seen many old men in the bean aisle loading up. Beans aren’t bad I always think to myself, but you are being a bit aggressive here.
Tim Horton’s chili is actually passable. This is a once every two week meal for myself. The last 3 times that I’ve been to Tim Horton’s there have been multiple people to not only greet me, but it also feels like they were waiting for me. It’s a strange sensation. Usually, when traveling through the drive thru you can hear their tones of “holy fu**, another fu**ing car – when does it end?????”
Eating salad at a Subway seems like it’s wrong for some reason. “You are going to use the same vegetables that you would put on a sandwich. Who do you think I am… a peasant?”
Had a pleasant brisk walk to Smile Tiger Coffee today. When I arrived they had War on Drugs cranked on the stereo. Did the only logical thing – wandered around giving props to each person that worked there as they stared at me with a puzzled look on their face.
Ready Player One – 7.5/10
Isle of Dogs – 8.2/10
It’s extremely odd to react in any way when getting Id’d. Just hand them your Government issued card. Don’t get offended and don’t react like they just made your day. They already feel uncomfortable asking for this. Drawing attention to it will make it even worse. Keep the line going and move on with your 6 Palm Bay’s and bottle of Rose.
Top 3 things that I didn’t know I had a knack for but I do:
3) Jumping into a conversation after figuring out that they thought I had said something different than I actually said. Sometimes I have a tendency to speak not only in a deep voice, but can also mumble. This has given me the skill of this. Here’s an example.
- Would you like a bag?
- No, I think I’m good
- Yes, it has been busy here today. It comes in waves.
- Well, at least that makes for a quick work day
- Yes it does sir, have a great day
2) Knowing what food is in the household and the chances of it being close to expired. ‘I bought that spinach on May 15th at 4:07 pm. The expiry said that it would be fresh until May 22nd at 8:23 pm.’ Sara shoots me an odd glare and replies “What’s wrong with you?”
1) Picking out first dates at any location. It could be a combination of their body language or how they are drinking or eating. I’m sure it’s even more awkward to have a dude staring at them intently while he sips on his craft beer.