Well Friday was ok. Get Juiced 3 was quiet partly due to lack of advertising and partly due to the long weekend. We made our own fun and how! Ben, Jen and Fraze came out. Jen has been cooped up in her apartment with Miles and Simon as a result she exploded on the scene. Jen was drankin thangs and dancin her ass off. When i refused dancing she would go and get tips from Dave on the decks. amazing. At some point Kosher Kuts put on the theme song to "Fashion Television*" . The few of us in the place go bonkers. Thats when the catwalk competition begins. This quickly gets out of hand and turns into just a dance competition. I quickly remove myself from this as I cannot and will not be learning to break dance anytime soon, especially with that much alcohol in my blood. During the competition Vlada looked at me and say "I almost just broke my foot", this my friends would be a sign. He would in fact moments later break/fracture his two toes. This would send him home early. It would also be a sign that we should get food. We would do that. Then we returned to Simon and Jens where I drank their wine and played with their Baby. At some point in there I would decide to die.

Saturday was a fiasco. Fraze and I would only get about 6 hours sleep. We were supposed to meet up with Jen and Ben but alas they called when we were really high. So much for that. Fraze and I would spend most of the afternoon filming each other doing interviews. This shit was hilarious. Fraze would pretend to be a contractor, and would respond with every answer but one about contracting. Some of his answers included these topics: Gay men trying to sneak on the worksite to work for him, Jesus, his son Randy the failure and his armless grandfather. Amazing. We would then go to the boozemachine to get booze. Unsatisfied with our regular swill we decided to up the ante. The ante was upped by Alize. No! Shit! Although she definitely upped the ante thurrr,  I meant this Alize. Anyhoo, this got us fucked. Dylan and Neha came over so we could go to Neil Armstrong. Thurrr was a catch tho, Dylans brothers gf and friends were down from Texas and we had hang with them. This was fine by me, especially after I found out that they were Import Racing Girls. Our worlds could not be more different. Awesome. We all went to substance and saw Neil Armstrong. Fraze and I got in for free cuz Reset was on the guestlist and none of those cats were comin out, so I was Vladamir Kato for the evening and Fraze was Jordan England.  Dude, I was unbelieveably impressed by Neil Armstrong. His albums are great, so I figured at very least Ill hear just that, shit from his albums. But he was tearrrrin it up and it was amazing. I was slick like a wet otter from dancin so hard. I had to go to the bathroom 3 times just to wipe my face. fuckin hot eh ladies? Well its Sunday and Im sure someplace that serves liquor awaits us. There will be more tomorrow im sure.


*For those not in the know, Fashion Television has helped the hearts and minds of young boys and old men in Canada. They have exposed us to great designers (Tom Ford, John Varvatos) to crazy fucks (Lagerfeld, That black fat guy in the fur allatime) as well as exposed us to woman that we cannot and will never have. Also the theme song was by Animotion, it was called "Obsession".