Page one of "I'm Here"

Where do I begin.......

I left snowy Regina to be seen off by my Mom plus Debbie and Grant. Thanks Deb and Grantin for coming in a wishing me farewell. A flight to Toronto..... lay over and 3 pints of beer and OJ... a flight to Vancouver. Seat had great leg room but a Fobared TV. Short stop in Vancouver and then the big leg of the trip 15 hours. Got a new seat, tv works.... thank christ. Sat by an interesting man that works for the Federal Goverment as an accountant. Was suppose to fly first class for $30,000 dollars but had a mix up. I left him know how I appreciated him spending my hard earned income taxe dollars for first class.... Not the best first impression but over 21 hours he learned to love me.

The flight was a bitch.... thank you mom and dad for what ever sleeping treatment you gave me as a baby....aka. also know as a whiskey bath... because I was able to sleep on the plane. Once I landed i realized that i had shared the same plane with Corb Lund and band. I did not recognize him untill I heard him speak. It was his voice that tipped me off. He is a lot taller and athletic compared to what I thought. With a haircut he cleans up not to bad. As for his company, I assume that he was traveling with his wife....... Gothic looking women!


A couple wrong turns and I made it to the hostel. This is were my first problem occured. Coming on this trip has made me face a couple of fears...but this one was over looked.........BUNK BEDS. And of course I was forced to take one on the top. I have never been the same since the tragic incident at Ang's cabin were ( i will take to my grave) Tyson pushed me off the top and I hit the ground with a thud. Luckily I was drunk and nibble. I felt that would be the same strategy to concer this situation.

Befor the "red before bed" aka Red wine, I went for a walk to try and stay up. Again I got lost but this time I stopped random strangers on the street, in their yards or on motorbikes to get directions. Note to self.... do not go for a walk without a map or less than 8 hours sleep. I am retarded.

Once I finally found my way back, I thought a little sprucing up was in order( because it had showered all day, the humidity was high) Plus I need to shower down the 2 foot afrow that had grown on my head. My hair had taken over its own space.... anyway I go to the washroom/shower room to get ready and open the door and to my surprise their are two half naked men at the sinks. At first I am puzzeled but then accept the fact that god was giving me a helping hand to tear off the first two in the 9 for 09 project..... I finally snap out of my mirage and realize these are communal showers/bathrooms. Great!!!! At first I am excited, a little preview of the goods before I try to sample.......What a better way to select a sire......unfortunately the sexiness of it wears off approptley. As I go to the shower and one of the hotties proceeds to get down to business in stall number two while I am showering. Not only is it the most volitile smell, lets not forget the sound effects. I do not own one so ladies lets help me out. Is it common for them to grunt, groan and sigh? That experience was a real buzz killer of what I had hoped was goin to take place in that shower......

To be continued.............

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