Jun 18, 05
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ebbomega Dave!
Hey Dave,
If you're clearly reading this you have not reached the required level of intoxication for the celebration of your Birthday. Please return to this thread only to speak of a wonderful night of wine, women and song. Have a good one buddy! 
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Jun 18, 05
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ebbomega has a birthday?
who else thought that he just popped into existence and just was.
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Jun 18, 05
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Well the Lab I guess revealed the Date of his "creation"...
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Jun 19, 05
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Hopefully you made it back home in one piece... I can proudly say that I contributed my fare share to the annual "let's get Dave really really drunk cause it's his b-day" tradition :-) You and Pat were looking pretty sexy in your boxers... hehehehe....
here is to a great guy, my friend, and a DJ to watch out for, Mr. Dave-o-leckie, aka Bitch, aka Eeb, aka Minishad, aka Master, aka The Leckster and more! Happy birthday Dave, and as we always say "lakhaim, beh sala matee, cheers"! You rule (and can I say that I am super stoked that you will be moving back to Van???? just in case it was not apparent already! :-) -f. Last edited by ffa; Jun 19, 05 at 11:27 PM.
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Jun 21, 05
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Oh deeeear lordy.
So, this is how the weekend panned out: Tuesday night, 7:30, I get off work. I meet up with Neil, who's now insured his Accura and we can go cruising down the island highway to go to Duncan. We go to my place, rave rave rave about the upcoming parteh he's throwing, play a couple rekkids, go to the golf course by my place, smoke a couple bowls, load into the car and go to Duncan. We meet up with Jerry at work, and make plans to meet up with him after he gets off at a local park. We go to the park, listen to some tunes, get more baked. Jerry shows up. Rave rave rave about the upcoming party, decide to go check out the venue. So we load into two cars and make our way to Cobble Hill. Stumble across this massive rock quarry, and Neil starts explaining how he sees the party panning out. Fucking choice location... hope we can fill it.... Jerry cracks out a doobie apiece, we get thoroughly baked (these are island fatties too...). Start eyeing up the steep hillsides, look down at my boots (Army surplus, $50 goretex CSA-approved boots), figure "What the fuck. I got the right boots on" and start scaling up these dirt walls. The guys follow. We get up to the part and start looking for high ground (and interesting yet consistant human behaviour it seems).Eventually we find a neat little spot where it'd be a choice location for an extra stage (stage spot #23 on this bloody land).... kind of a neat idea Jerry points out to us. So, we wander a little bit more, Ninja through the bush, finding all kinds of pricklies (Note to people going to Phaze I: Don't go bushwacking. You'll just wreck your clothes. Trust me). Then we get to a cliff. Jerry hesitates. Neil pauses, looks at this cliff (about a 10' drop followed by a dirt slide). Says something about it being a bad idea to go down (Neil seems to be one of those worry-worts....). I'm just baked so I echo what Neil says, still grasping the concept of "down" somewhere in my mind. Jerry's still just looking out at the cliff. He chimes in: "The thing is, what's going through my head..... is how dirty my socks will get." And he jumps off. hits the ground twice before hitting the bottom. Neil goes next and takes his dear clinging-to-walls slide down. I just sit, drop, and skid down. Then I head off to Jerry's for a sleep in a hammock. Ah, relaxing. Wake up the next day and Jerry prods me to check out his movie collection, which has been upgraded muchly since I last saw it... Pick out Old School because I hadn't seen it, and we get baked, chill out in a hammock apiece and watch the movie (I love Jerry's room... masterful grasp of the art of vegging out). After that's over, we aim ourselves towards Coffee On The Moon and ultimately the park, and I eventually head out to my parents' place that night for Birthday celebrations, dinner, cake, and an excuse to spend time with my folks (I got a fucking stereo receiver for my birthday... fuck yeah!). Eventually I end up crashing at my friend Dave's place (104, above the Moon, actually where I used to live when I lived in Duncan). Next morning, I get up, go downstairs, and chill out at the moon for a bit until a couple more friends show up, we meander to the park, get baked (mmm. Weed. How I've missed your consistent presence in my weekend-stoner days of late), and spend a good portion of my day with a few different friends, enjoying an all-around relaxing day in town. By the evening, we all load up in a couple of cars and end up camping at Jerry's place, just down by the river. Rum in copious amounts. Such copious amounts that by the end of the night Dalyn's puking her guts out and I'm scrambling to get all the tent stuff sorted out... eventually we just build up a tarp tent by stringing up some nylon rope to a couple of trees (couldn't find the poles for the tent, damnit!). End up passing out curled up to Dalyn for the rest of the night. So we're at Friday morning by now, right? Well, amongst my 5-day weekend, this was the only day I had to work. Dalyn convinces me to call in an FRD (Family Responsibility Day... it's like a free sick day) and just not bother to go into work. I do, however, need to replenish in Nanaimo (not to mention pick out a Father's Day present), so I have the car borrowed for the term of the day (I promise to have it back by midnight... Parents expect me to get back into town around then) and Dalyn and I head out to Nanaimo. Chill out there for a couple hours, "watch" The Grudge, replenish with clean clothes, and we aim back to a campsite next to Jerry's to go meet up with the Gemini party supposed to be happening there. We get there pretty early, spend the evening hanging out with people, smoking weed... Neil shows up an announces a stereo on its way. We start unloading gear from his car, Neil's totally stressing ("So who's in charge of this deal?" "You just showed up announcing the stereo dude... I think you are...."). They bring out his decks, mixer, rekkids, try to sort for a table (eventually I explain that my truck is not a good idea as it's leaving by midnight). Generator was there when I showed up. Paul apparently has the speakers... More chilling, a Maple Syrup blunt, a bunch of doobies, me test-running my new pipe I just picked up for myself for my birthday (happy birtday to me), and finally when 11:30 rolls around (2 hours away from my previous doob... so of decent sober mind) I load into my truck and drive back to my 'rents', my Father's Day present and card in hand. Before I left the party, I did make a skit up to the house to find out when Jerry got off work... Arranged to have him pick me up at the Moon at 12:30 and take me back to the party. My Dad comes downstairs as I'm filling out the card, I throw a ribbon on the DVD (Father of the Bride... figured it fit what with my sister getting married in August, and my dad's a bit Steve Martin/Martin Short fan) and ask my dad for a ride back into town. I leave the DVD for him in his car. Get back to the Moon. Chill out for a little bit, Jerry shows up about 5 minutes later. We load up, head back to the party. At this point I've already purchased a decent amount of weed. So I sit down at the party, pull out my Hawaiian Kingpin Blunt. My watch is in my pocket - I have no clue what time it is now, just that it's passed midnight so it's my birthday. I roll up my birthday blunt. By this point, the music is going and a small crowd has gathered around the small stereo - not a huge thing, only really ever 20 people or so dancing at once, but hey... we have a tarp set up and people are dancing under it... Music. Cool. Party. I proceed to get more baked. And more baked. And more drunk. And more baked. Oh, how sweet it is. Party keeps going until the generator dies out at about 4am. Crash out in the tent curled up to a sexy girl.... Heh. Ninja don't-bug-the-person-passed-out-next-to-you sex is killer. My friend Pat decides to come along with me on my mission to Vancouver when the day hits. I think I've had 2 hours of sleep or something.... weee! So we load up with weed, grab the 5 o'clock over to Van. So we get downtown somewhere around 7-7:30, and need food. So we hop over to Robson Sushi (mmm... spicy tuna rolls) and grab some food. Then I make a bunch of phone calls trying to get ahold of friends, end up taking the bus out to Amber/Thorn's and chill out there for a bit. Spend the next little while trying to get ahold of Farshad... Still to no avail, so I page him with "we're on our way kinda" type deal and go chill out at Drew & Erin's, watching American Dad and a couple other videos (grabbing a couple for visuals at the party). About 11-12ish, we make our way to Vibes (by this point I had completely lost track of time - didn't need to know where I was until sundown tomorrow). Get to the back room for Fetish Lite, dude stops us as we head in.... "I think I'm on the list... I'm just in from the island." "Doesn't matter what list you're on, you're not getting in dressed like that..." "Crap... (*mental note: Dave, next time someone invites you to a fetish party bring your FUCKING FISHNETS. Thanks, Dave*) My friend's in there...." "Who's your friend?" "Farshad..." "Oh... he's spinning right now, want me to get Glyn?" *pause for Glyn-shad to show up* Glyn plays the door game, coerces them to let us in at half price provided we strip down to our boxers ("Cool."). Go in, see Far-bitch, and he proceeds with the alcohol. Getting me all caught up cuz it's my birthday and stuff (Holy shit that flaming Sambuca through the wine glass was intensely cool). Get more drunk until the party ends, then we meander to meet up with Dr. at the Arch. More drinking. More dancing. Finally after club gets out, we drift over to whatever-the-hell-they-call-the-Drink-these-days and are just waiting outside (I think we were either flyering or meeting up with people for further partying... By this point I was so tanked "up" was a relative...). Basically, house party in Kitts. So we load up with friends-of-friends (HOW THE HELL DO I KEEP ENDING UP AT PARTIES WHERE I KNOW NOBODY?!?!?!?!?!?) and head out to the party. After much ado around the checkpoint, we get to the house, and manage to chill out for a bit before we split up a cap of E between three people just to keep the energy going for the rest of the night. Pretty insane house party. Good tunes all around and crazy characters and whatnot... Good times, good times. By the time the sun starts to get up we decide to leave the party, meander back to Amber's and crash on her couch. Get up the next day around noon, call up Cerah, head out to London Drugs and then we have a flail-worry... seems like Pat left his wallet (and the $20 I gave him after the party that was his "This gets you home" money) back at the house, so I chill out at London Drugs (waiting for Cerah at the time) while he flutters off to the house to get his stuff. So Cerah shows up and we have a gab-session outside London Drugs for a bit (I guess I didn't contribute much given my state of mind, but I enjoyed the conversation...). Pat makes his way back - he found the $20 but it looks like the wallet got flailed at the parteh. Funny, he lost a piece of his weed grinder the last time he came out with me for a birthday party.... "You find it?" "Nope. Found this. *holds up $20* I think I lost it at the party." "I think I know exactly where you did too." "Oh yeah?" "Drug room" "Oh, fuck... I took out my card......" We get on the busses and aim back to the ferry. As we're aiming to get on the ferry, I pull out my wallet and a card. Realizing it's a PC card, I look in my wallet and lo and behold, another PC card. I turn to Pat and hand him back his bank card. "What's this?" "Yours. You left it at the party." "Huh?" "I _KNEW_ I picked up after one of your flails...." "Woah! Dude!" So the wallet was flailed ("Maybe someone nice will pick it up....") but we made it on the Ferry, semi-sketched but decently rested. We chill out underneath some stairs outside on the sun deck, Pat brings out his PSP and starts playing some music. I look at my bag... "Hang on... you got headphones for that?" "Yeah..." "Cue something up for me, I'll cue something up for you." I grab my CD player, headphones, and Richie Hawtin DE9: Closer to the Edit. He puts on some music on his PSP. We switch devices and just enjoy the sun's presence and the music. We get back to Departure Bay, walk off to the Bus Depot.... we've got like 2 hours, so we wander off to Timmy Ho's, grab some food, then find ourselves a small park and smoke the remnants of our weed. What a fucking weekend. Final relaxation, take Pat back to the Bus Depot, wander back to the Arena to catch a bus home. In my haze I just skip past the bus stop and end up walking home. I get home, sit on the couch, and I'm thinking it'd be a good idea to hit up the Press Room to flyer for the party on Saturday..... And pass out. Eventually I make it back to my bed, and one of my roomate's cats Lu (short for Lucifer) curls up beside me and we just fall asleep. Been working pretty much since then... tonight after I get off I'm dedicated to the cause of breaking out the decks and just practicing on records for the duration of my regular weekend for the next little while. What a fucking week. Thanks to everybody I saw this weekend. Farbitch for getting me teh tanked, Jerry and Pat for getting me teh ripped, Gnosis and Narc for contributing further to the drunk cause, Amber for the crash space, all my Duncanite friends for the fucking killer Gemini party... fuck almighty... what a fucking week. Silliness, Dave "L'chaim, Beh sala matee, Cheers" Leckie Last edited by ebbomega; Jun 21, 05 at 04:09 PM.
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Jun 21, 05
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Jun 21, 05
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Farbitch... I guess that's my new nickname! hehehehehehee ;-)
I love the super detailed account of your b-day and the parts I missed... that's awesome. Let's see if we can top it off next year (oh yeah, and we were all surprised that you did not show up in your usual fetish attire, aka New Year's :-) and damn it, now I totally wanna come to that party this weekend for your official debut... oh well, we shall cause mayhem together at Soundproof/BIF in a couple of weeks... <a little code reuse> "I just want to caaaaaaaaaall you my bitch!" </end a little code reuse> -f.
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Jun 21, 05
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I just can't believe all the things people say.
Why must I deal with this shit.... every fucking day. Next fetish party I'll be geared out. I was thoroughly unprepared for much this weekend... I could've spun at this small Gemini Party if I remembered to pack my rekkids. But oh well. Times were had! Such times they were!
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