Day 22: The Start up.

I really don’t have a start-up of 2009. I’m not a business person nor do I know any.

So the start up of the year has to be the randomness of Breakfast For Champions.

Originally Rozie, Shayne, and I went for breakfast every week. Sometimes we’d go for adventures too. Or sometimes we’d tried to record the conversations at breakfast to turn them into a podcast but someone would delete them.

So now we have a blog where we post random shit to entertain the three of us and our friend Bud.

Another lame start up like a tank full of stale gas.

Day 2: Restaurant Moment

Photo Stolen from Rozie.Today is "best restaurant experience."

It wasn't hard to figure out. Discovering you can get "Side of Pancake" at The Pioneer House in WhippleTree Junction during Breakfast for Champions.

Float On.

Four hours on a river and I want more.

This morning I woke up again with my bed sheets, pillow cases, and duvet cover thrown off my bed. It is some kind of weird thing I do when I sleep sometimes. Last night I think it had to do more with my sun burned legs more then anything.

So yesterday "Breakfast For Champions" finally got to go tubing on the Cowichan River. This time the weather didn't suck testicles. In fact it did the complete opposite. The sun was shining, the river was pleasantly refreshing, and the company was good.

I was the first in the river. I stepped off the solid ground then fell straight into the river almost taking Rozie out and getting covered in mud. I sank knee deep into the mud and broke a sandal. I then got thrown off my inner tube a few times. So I decided to go trade it in for one that was way less suck.

Twenty minutes later we were off slowly. Rozie was down two beers, flipped her tube, and Shaynebow was being Shaynebow (a diabetic in denial).  I think Kathryn was the only sensible one of the bunch of us.

Eventually Rozie tried to flip everyone into the river. I jumped off a dock, Shayne had two sips of alcohol, and I fell of my inner tube in the rapids. Someone rescued my sandals more then once, I thought someone was having sex on the beach, I fell of my inner tube, someone rescued my sandals again, and I fell off my tube. I have no centre of balance (most fat people don't).

After four hours (it is only supposed to take 2.5 hours) we arrived at the pick up point. We goofed around till we got picked up while people around us got high. Kat and Rozie caught the

first bus. Shaynebow and I didn't.

We grabbed dinner at the Cow Cafe. They fucked up my order and fixed it fast. Kat got Advetnure Flu which causes you to pass out in a washroom and possibly puke on a stranger. All this without drinking more then a beer.

Best adventure to date.

**Photo of me taken by Rozie Amos.

Day off adventures.

The first word I uttered to myself on Monday morning was I looked out the window at the grey miserable looking sky was "fuck." It took a long time to come out too, and I realized I talk to myself way to much now that I've been living by myself for the last year and a half or so. Is that normal?

So I gather my stuff together for the days adventure, and spend the next hour and a half watching "The Great Outdoors." Darryl had offered me a ride to Langford on his way to work which was awesome because I didn't have to bus to town. We hit up the Red Barn Market on West Saanich grab some breakfast, coffee, and treats for the day then it is off to Langford to meet up with Shaynebow and Rozie.

The first words thing I said to Shayne when he walked into Tim Hortons was "One of us has to go home and change." We were both wearing our Rocktopus shirts, and were the the subject of many gay jokes by Rozie through out the day. We drank our coffees they ate their donuts and it was off on our adventure.

Originally the plan was to "giv'r on the river" in Cowichan. Which involves a few Lucky Lagers, inner tubes and floating down a river for two and a half hours. Now with the weather threatening to piss down on us we had to come up with a new plan. Rozie started driving north up the Malahat.

Eventually we pulled into Parksville where we broke the "No letting Shayne play mini golf" rule. It's okay he lost. I feel like mini golf brings out the best in everyone. You ignore the rules and signs that tell you them. Like " No Cussin' " which we took to heart by swearing like sailors for the entire game. Also "No Climbin' " was another rule which Rozie broke to make a topical joke. She was on a boat, bitch!

After mini golf we headed up to Coombs to not look at goats on the roof. By the time we got up there it was shitting down and packed full of tourists. Fucking tourists. We looked at adventure hats (well Shayne did) and funny toques shaped like animals. Eventually we ditched out of Coombs because of the shitty weather and the tourists. It's a shame we didn't look around more we missed out on a 6ft tall ridable cock.

Then we hit up a French cafe in Nanaimo, and a record store where I bought nothing. Amazing right? We then headed for home. Shayne slept the whole way back. We took the Mill Bay ferry and then I was home.

Adventure done. I hope you enjoyed my boring recap.