miceail's misadventures

How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand? The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind

My Photo
Name:
Location: Canada

A young guy getting older, figuring his place in the world by seeing it. Trying not to live with regret but living with sacrifices made. Getting by with height, humor and humility

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

weak-end

after running around like a chicken with its head cutoff in soccer for the last three days i was reduced to lying on the couch and asking for people to bring me things and complaining about injuries. sleep was at a premium all weekend as the nights proved to be as long as the days. went with tre to the miss grand prix bikini competition where he was a judge through popeyes. they were handing us drink tickets like nash hands out assists. we went to this boxing event at prospera place, that sounded like it was going to be pretty cool but by the time the 20 undercard fights were done, we were pretty much ready to blow our brains out. i mean, the event was put on well but the action left a lil to be desired.... no knockouts and not much flurry fighting moments. to tell you the truth the girls bouts were almost the best technically. they had a couple six year olds fight as well... it was hilarious. these two lil munchkins with gloves bigger than their heads going at it, with no defense.... all haymakers. they ended up getting a standing ovation. the M.C. then went over with the mic and asked one of them if he was going to the olympics when he got older and the timid lil response was "yes?!"....hilarious

now that the nash and nowitzki showdown is over they can both unwind a lil bit and have a few drinks. its the finals now baby, time to get loosy goosy

ohhhh no he didn't


hahahahahahaa... wowsers

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home