So I think I will speak of my wonderful and most exciting new years ever, well thus far. After just recently going through a pathetic split with someone I once claimed to love…(no names it’s not fair)… I moved back home to the wonderful island of isolation (Petawawa). Boring eh? Anyway one of my buddies managed to hike my spirits up by planning a trip to Ottawa on new years eve.

Time ticks away slowly and anticipation builds, woo hoo but alas it was not meant to be for darker times were to come. Morning of the 31st I wakeup to an msn message from my buddy stating that he will not be attending, family things came up…(well one cant be angry about that right)…He proceeded to talk me into going on my own. Now at this point I should tell you that I have never been to Ottawa on my own, somebody else was always driving and I do have a record of car crashes. Needless to say the thought frightened me a little.

After some humming and haaaaing I finally collected myself and set out on the road for Ottawa. The drive was none to bad actually. Traffic was light and the music was loud and fun but of course. Time flew and before I knew it I was in Ottawa heading to the parking lot of doom! Yes of doom. After arriving I parked the car where I was instructed to park…(free parking is always good)… and proceeded to the bar so that I might pick up my pass for later in the night. With that done I made a pit stop into McDonalds and had a bite to eat. So here is where the drama begins. After my meal I realize that I’m missing my chap stick and seeing as it is winter that could be a problem later right? I figure I left it in the car its only a simple matter of going back. Upon arrival I then realize that I’m not jingling, no chiming. No car keys.

Now the panic sets in, I have only been in Ottawa for twenty minutes and I have lost my bloody keys. First step, calm the anxiety setting in or risks ruining the entire night. Couple deep breathes and mission accomplished. Next retrace my step. Back to the bar and McDonalds and still nothing. The keys are gone. Crest fallen I return to the locked car and at this point I will mention that I’m in a stupid leather coat and a T-shirt…a little cold. When I finally returned to the car I found the Keys. If you have ever played Resident Evil you will understand the sight I saw, a quick flash in the light and an object you cant see. The light tells you there is an important object there. Yeah well my keys flashed like that in the passenger seat.

At this point I’m pretty much f**ked. I did not have my debit or credit card on me and I only had enough for a night of fun. Of course I’m gonna go have fun. Its at this point that a young darker skinned gentleman walks by, now please understand I was in a state of panic and I did not mean to play on stereotypes or be mean or anything the words simply popped out, “Excuse me, do you know how to break into a car?” I suppose I’m lucky he had a sense of humor and yes I apologized. We ended up going to the bar after that which made it a nice walk. Upon arrival I met up with some other friends, danced the night away. I suffered a minor injury on the dance floor, twisted ankle.

At the end of the night some buddies and I return to my vehicle and we attempt a break in with a coat hanger…was very ineffective to say the least. Now you have to understand that all of us are gay and having trouble breaking into a car. Finally I gave the go to break my back window so without further a due my buddy steps up, wraps his arm in his coat and takes a swing KATHUNK!!! Window does not give, so attempt two and still no success. Next is a swift kick to the bloody thing still no give though my friend did almost fall over. Anyways, he disappears for a few and returns to the car with a bar stool in hand. I’m not really sure where he got it but it meant I was getting back into my car. He swings the bloody thing as if he were trying to harpoon a seal or something. He hit the window and the door….leaving a dent…and fails to
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