The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

Last night I spent some much needed time with Steve, because he is quite possibly the coolest person in the world. At least, that's what he told me to tell everyone and I obliged because I'm not creative enough to come up with something else to call him. The thing about partying with friends of a friend who is still in high school is that all the people there are in high school. Yes, easy assumption that could have been made on my part had I taken any time at all to think about it. But I didn't, and hilarity ensued.

The first thing I had to do last night was have a highly needed and well deserved dinner at Turtle Jack's with the AE Crew. Well, half the AE Crew – but that's ok. Marc came to pick me up (40 minutes after he said he would) and we met Becky, Jackie and Sarah. Sweet pictures did happen. The waitress also admitted to us that she too suffered from a lack of sex. This may just have been because I yelled out that I was cranky because I wasn't getting any while she was there. Smooth.

We're so adorable.

Boob shots rock!

And a picture of Marc that he didn't like, because I think it's cute.

After dinner I made my way out to Hamilton to meet up with Steve and his friends at their party. I had completely forgotten what it was like to be at a high school party until I got there. I walked in and there were drunken children everywhere. So much that I thought there were too many drunken people. There were also a lot of these mini-gangsters who think that because they were baggy pants they have some sort of street cred. Try living with street children for two months, then come back and talk to me.

Since I was of age (Wow, way to make me feel old), a boy came up to me and asked me if I would get him alcohol. I had to think about it (for all of 1.5 seconds) before I said yes. I was worried that this might turn into another PBig situation. Which I will explain right now.

One day over the summer Adam and I decided to take a trip down to the ever so lovely Village (not to be confused with the new fake Queer West Village). We decided to be cheap and ate at Pizza Pizza instead of Zelda's as per usual. Maybe it was a mistake. As we were finishing our meal, some kids walked up to us and thought they knew me so they sat down and started talking to us. It turns out that I did eventually know one of the ten kids who sat down, so we blessed them with conversation.
As we were getting ready to go to the LCBO to get some alcohol for Laurence's get-together one of the boys asked Adam if he would buy him so beer. Seeing as how Adam was feeling generous he said yes, and we walked to the LCBO only to find it was closed. So we walked back to the Beer Store, bought this boy his beer and we went on our way. In the course of that 5 minutes the boy managed to fall in love with me, and tell us how he had met some person that he thought was so great and he was in love with, only to find out that the person wasn't so great. It was cute, until the same thing happened again and again, to a count of upwards of 10 guys – in a week.

We left the boy to his own devices, only to see him 10 minutes later getting kicked out of Pizza Pizza for having an open beer in there. Apparently he was 15, and had no idea that walking with open alcohol in public is AGAINST THE LAW. Geez. Who would have guessed. Needless to say Adam hasn't bought anyone alcohol since.

I pushed aside the fear that this would happen, bought the beer, filled up on gas, and went back to the party. I had a little bit of bonding time with Steve and Graham before we went back into the party.

That was my first party since I got my NLS and I'm not sure I can enjoy myself anymore. It wasn't even 10:30 and people were already throwing up, and falling down the stairs. My inner monologue screamed "SPINAL!" and "Semi-prone!" more than once that night. I eventually just sat down and chilled with the quiet, slightly less drunk kids.

It was good. Steve and I played with the camera. Then we drove all over Hamilton driving people home, because there was no where else for people to pass out.

I don't think you're ready for this jelly.