By popular demand, I’ve decided to describe the events of Thursday, October 26.

I met up with Adnan, Kevin, Moonal and Shaila and we went to College St. to get some eats and celebrate Adnan’s birthday. After we got our food, we sat down and started to eat. I chomped down, and then screamed in agony as I bit into something hard. I spit it out to find it was a cockroach… made of gold! I went to the guy behind the counter and explained what happened. He told me that by finding the Golden Cockroach, I had won the privilege to a tour of the kitchens. Being as kindhearted as I am, I gave my prize to Adnan. He went into the kitchen, and the rest of us kept eating.

After a while, we heard the most bloodcurdling scream you can imagine. We jumped to our feet, and ran into the kitchen. There, on a large stainless steel table, was Adnan. Standing over him was a man in a white lab coat, with wild, frizzy hair and thick glasses. In his hands, he held a needle and thread. He was laughing manically.

Adnan sat up, and we saw what had happened: The man had sewn huge swan wings onto Adnan’s back.

Kevin was totally grossed out. He said: “Ew, I can’t date some dinky old chicken boy,” and then he proceeded to give me sloppy make outs.

Adnan promptly died of sadness.

THE END.

I tried to post this on Monday, but Blogger was all like Ah em Bloggah, heah me ror! So here it is:

The Greg-Adnan-Halloween-Birthday Spectacular

On Saturday night, I frantically finished putting on my makeup. It took far longer than I expected – I guess it’s been so long since I’ve worn my ears, I forgot how long it takes. In addition to them was a pile of glitter and gems, photographs of which will soon be available.

People on the subway stared at me as if they didn’t know what time of year it is. I ran into Adnan, Kevin, Moonal and Greg at Osgoode, and we went to East! where we were joined by Sean, Miranda and John. I had the Cantonese wonton for the sole reason that it contained pork, and I’ve recently been really into pork. I’m sure this will lead to my untimely death.

At the last minute, we decided to go to Fez Batik, where I got to watch a girl get fingered by a guy she had just met. I guess it wasn’t their fault: They could not restrain their urges after watching Pirates, which was being played near the dance floor (Yes, that Pirates).

We got to Adnan’s place at some ungodly hour, and Sean and Adz played Mortal Combat for a while (I tried too, but I sucked and so I soon grew bored of it).

The next morning, Adnan and I rushed to get dressed and ready to go to the Eid party. Once we got there, I had a great time. Much talking to awesome people was had, as well as much admiring of everyone’s gorgeous saris and jewelry. The music was way too loud, and I got a headache from having to yell very loudly about why we should boycott Chinese products.

All in all, a very effective weekend.

In other, less suggestively feminist news, I got job (Come to think of it, that's pretty feminist...). I'll be working at Laura Secords at Younge Station. Go team!

Lastly, I thought the October 29th entry at Arndt Peltner's blog was charming. He sounds like he just had some ouzo.