Proper (Proppa) Good Time, In It?

Back to work, vacation done. I can’t begin to tell you how amazing this last week was what with my sister getting married, family being down, meeting my brother in law’s family, going to Niagara & Buffalo, late night chilling. It was a smashing good time. I’m still absolutely knackered and still trying to recover.

I met my brother in law’s family from England and I learned some new ‘British’ words. Knackered means tired, tired (but pronounced tee-red) means incredibly tired, pif means a girl is fit, back off is a girl’s derriere, tea and crumpets is well, tea and crumpets (bonus points: what’s a crumpet?). I was often imitating the accent (they have the accent not us and I’m sticking to that) and I found myself starting to speak with the accent even when I wasn’t trying to, it’s just so cool. I can say the most horrid despicable things and it still sounds ‘proper’ (pronounced proppa). Anyways I think I sounded pretty good but they probably think I sounded like a pirate (which is cooler anyway).

For my bro in law’s bachelor party we went to a club in Niagara called Dragonfly. The club was alright, the people I was with were awesome. We had a smashingly good time (ok I’ll stop with the British stuff). I hadn’t been to a club in about 5 years or so, it’s not my thing but it’s something the bro in law wanted to do and I wasn’t going to decline. I actually danced which is real odd for me since I have the equivalent of wooden pegs for legs when it comes to dancing. My dancing probably looked like an epileptic man having a seizure (don’t be so sensitive, it’s funny, laugh, it’s a joke, I’ll donate some money to an epilepsy charity, happy?).

Clubs are quite nasty overall. Most all girls there are huge skanks grinding up on random guys they don’t know. Guys are trying to grope anything that even looks female (I saw a guy feeling up the women’s washroom sign). Everybody is drunk and smells like sweat and beer (I don’t drink, and I smell like rainbows, but the non gay kind).

We got into a fight and got kicked out of the club. Yes the sober brown guys got kicked out of the club. Some dude was staring down my cousin rolling up his sleeves getting ready to fight, then my other cousin laid his a** out while I held back a bouncer (inadvertently, I thought it was one of the dude’s ‘boys’). Bro in law came running through and pushed the bouncer out the way and charged towards our ‘victim’ who was (seriously) laying on the ground in what could only be described as the fetal position. Anyways we got kicked out and waited outside for the guy only to find him getting arrested about 45 minutes later (mob mentality: I was yelling at him to come outside, and I'm very mild mannered). He started it, karmas a ________ (it’s a pg rated blog, you fill in the blanks, interactive fun!). Kids, real men (and women) don’t start fights, but if you happen to be in one, make sure you’re the one ending it.

Sister’s wedding was off the hook! The whole week and a bit was probably one of the best week’s of my life! My friend’s and I prepared a dance on one of the days which was a surprise to my sister as she didn’t think I was going to. She loved it. The wedding reception was pretty hectic since I was MC’ing but when I was finally able to sit down and take it all in, with my friends and family all around me having a great time, my sister and her husband smiling, it was all so worth it, and so amazing. It would take me too long to sit here and describe everything that happened but I love my sister, I love my family & friends and thank them for an amazing time. Everybody telling me “You’re next” didn’t even bother me. If our weddings are this much fun, I am next.

Peace.
(Read the blog while imitating a 'British' accent, trust me its fun you'll see).