Couple of Pictures from Mike's Trips to Vancouver
Mike managed to get across the border a couple of times last summer. He was a bit nervous the first time (if you don't know why...I'll explain it to you later), so he made me drive down to follow him up, just in case he didn't make it across. He brought Jayk and Darby with him--clever decoys!! Needless to say their was no problem.
My roomate was expecting there to be two dogs staying in the apartment, however I could tell he was a bit started when the boyz barged in and took over every imaginable living space in our little abode. He warmed up to em' real quick.
The first time Mikey came up, I took him out to meet the friends. He was nervous—it was cute as shit! He spent quite a bit of time in the bathroom spiking his hair, then brushing it down with his hand....spike it again...brush it down. He went with the hair down look that night. my friends instantly took to him...they share the same sense of humour...Mikey becamePopeye to them...whether he liked it or not. This was the first time I had the opportunity to see Mikey shake his money maker. As he loosened up a bit, he had to be pulled off the dance floor—like a discruntled dancing pony! That boy was not affraid to to do a spin or two!
I treated mIke to a night at one of the fancy hotels in Vancouver—got a wicked deal on it, but didn't tell Mikey that—was trying to impress him. He freakin' loved it! I had to drag him out of there the next day. He paid mad attention to every detail of the room, and must have had about 8 showers in the waterfall shower. Mikey definatly appreciated design. (by the next weekend...Mike had transformed his room at home into a replica of the hotel room).
Mike came to Canuckland for the Canada Day Weekend (yes..you Americans--we celebrate our independence too!) We went to a backyard celebration and ate rosted pig, right off the spit!! Mike could not believe that there was an entire pig on a spit, and that we were BBQ in that style---he spent a great portion of the night chatting up the BBQer about his own love of BBQing and the tricks of the trades that he could share. He didn't hand over his sacred rib reciepe though....some things never need to be shared! ( i know it !!) An opera version of "O' Canada", in which we all made Mike sing, was the highlight of the night.
Whenever Mike made it up to Vancouver, we spent a lot of time taking in the sights, and even more time SHOPPING!! Not my favorite thing to do....but neccessary—acording to Mikey. These pics are are great reminder of some of our time spent together....goofing off around town...
Miss you all...and always so gratefull that I have been introduced to each of you....love always —Marty
My roomate was expecting there to be two dogs staying in the apartment, however I could tell he was a bit started when the boyz barged in and took over every imaginable living space in our little abode. He warmed up to em' real quick.
The first time Mikey came up, I took him out to meet the friends. He was nervous—it was cute as shit! He spent quite a bit of time in the bathroom spiking his hair, then brushing it down with his hand....spike it again...brush it down. He went with the hair down look that night. my friends instantly took to him...they share the same sense of humour...Mikey becamePopeye to them...whether he liked it or not. This was the first time I had the opportunity to see Mikey shake his money maker. As he loosened up a bit, he had to be pulled off the dance floor—like a discruntled dancing pony! That boy was not affraid to to do a spin or two!
I treated mIke to a night at one of the fancy hotels in Vancouver—got a wicked deal on it, but didn't tell Mikey that—was trying to impress him. He freakin' loved it! I had to drag him out of there the next day. He paid mad attention to every detail of the room, and must have had about 8 showers in the waterfall shower. Mikey definatly appreciated design. (by the next weekend...Mike had transformed his room at home into a replica of the hotel room).
Mike came to Canuckland for the Canada Day Weekend (yes..you Americans--we celebrate our independence too!) We went to a backyard celebration and ate rosted pig, right off the spit!! Mike could not believe that there was an entire pig on a spit, and that we were BBQ in that style---he spent a great portion of the night chatting up the BBQer about his own love of BBQing and the tricks of the trades that he could share. He didn't hand over his sacred rib reciepe though....some things never need to be shared! ( i know it !!) An opera version of "O' Canada", in which we all made Mike sing, was the highlight of the night.
Whenever Mike made it up to Vancouver, we spent a lot of time taking in the sights, and even more time SHOPPING!! Not my favorite thing to do....but neccessary—acording to Mikey. These pics are are great reminder of some of our time spent together....goofing off around town...
Miss you all...and always so gratefull that I have been introduced to each of you....love always —Marty
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