Man... it's quiet in here. And who left the window open? There's moths everywhere now!
Ah, well anyway, thisc,.bb, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Sorry, I had to fix my space bar. This post is called The Week That Was, but it's much more of metaphorical a week, like saying "man, what a week!" than any definitive amount of minutes. To our loyal readers wondering what happened to us, well... the boiz get busy, ya know? It happens to the best of us, and it happened to the rest of us. You see, the boiz had things to take care of, specifically internationally, and while it would imprudent to get into any particular details, CC is gonna anyway. Ready?
Ol' Iron Fist Yeamax, otherwise known as Hal, hasn't been seen in awhile. Not because he's in jail (we hope), lost his personables (actually pretty likely) or that he quit the blog (impossible), but because he is currently zooming around Eastern Europe in pursuit of the Albanian Dream, Soviet-era tractor steering wheels (he collects these for some reason, it's an issue) and criminology research opportunities. If the fall of communism and its subsequent inspiring of organized crime and oligarchies is any indication at all, that cat is probably pretty busy. Plus the boiz have it on good authority that wifi access in that part of the planet isn't exactly widespread, so a check in is made more difficult. If he makes it outta there in good shape though, he is going to swing by Bertapest, capital city of Hungry, to see if he can't find something that...
Henry Thorough left him. Our very own transcendentalist in residence made a quick trip over to the land of milk and 17-year-old ballet dancers recently, and just may have left something behind (I know I know, his dignity right? Wrong. He hasn't seen that in years). Will Hal find it? Will it be contraband? Is it two pre-loved jars of pickles? Who knows. What we do know is that Henry had a great time with some of his boiz, and we are all better because of it. Hurry over there folks, its a great place to visit but I hear it can get tight at times... And I mean busy, like where...
Dusty Daley went, NYC. Manhattan ladies and gentlemen, the Big Not-So-Easy. And what was he doing there, leaving the cozy confines of Ott Dot? Nothing less than Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals! ...I mean Round 1, but still hella important nonetheless, as our hometown boiz the Sens took King Henry and the rest of those talentless schmucks to the brink of elimination. Dusty was legitimately fearing for his life, but he made it out safe and sound and I can only assume slightly hungover, only to ride that party all weekend long, stopping off for a ballgame and another (much less important) hockey match in Philly. If Dusty were a professional sports writer, he would've been getting paid for this trip. But he made it back by the grace of Amtrak and reported to work Monday morning. Bam! You know who else had to work that morning? ...
kcerdw did. kcerdw went to Montreal for some reason, I'm still not sure why. He told me over a cider so that's probably why I don't recall the specifics, but MTL is pretty cool too right? And it may not be international per se, but they do speak a different language there, much like they do where...
CC works. Kitchens. No not your momma's kitchen, but restaurant kitchens, a whole mess of 'em. 6 different kitchens, 6 days a week. That's a lie, but I was a busy cat while all this was going down, and figured the best thing to do when the boiz are out of town, and the cider doesn't taste as sweet, and the card table is empty, and the 3 way is silent, and the streets are unfriendly, is to hold that shit down.
So I did, and then I wrote this post, and when all the boiz are back in action, they're gonna hold a referendum, and Bytown will be unanimously agreed to have its name changed to Boiztown, and all will be right.
And for those wondering what the rest of the blog team is doing, I'll tell ya... as soon as they text me back.
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