PITCH IN AND START SUCKING THE MUD OFF MY HELMET

This past weekend was not about me.

I had the pleasure of being involved in my friend Stein's "best week of his life", which concluded this past long weekend in the hamlet of Sarnia, Ontario, home of Liv and also Kim Mitchell, two people who used to have stupid hair. Just joking, Kim Mitchell's hair was alright. POW. Big gag.

We ate, we drank, we jet skied, we ice creamed, Alison got offered a lawyer job by a guy, we watched Louis CK and Michael Jackson, we played Stein rules bocce ball, and we all got boat licences. That's right, if you got a boat, I can drive the shit out of it in the most legal way possible.

It was a much needed weekend - I recharged my batteries (brain, lungs, heart) and erased much of the unnecessary stress I've been feeling lately. And I found a Bob Probert t-shirt at Value Village!

We also came up with two great album titles for Stein's solo project:

"Tanned As I Want To Be"
and
"Throw A Log On That Vacation"

Critics are already calling him the "Canadian Jimmy Buffet" and the "Curly Wanderer". Album covers to follow once we find a camera and a beach to shoot at -- or do I have a treat up my pants?

That's not it, but I think it's important nonetheless.

Here we go! It's more of a poster but you get the idea.

I was planning on posting something yesterday, but I totally forgot because I was so damn relaxed. That's what happens when your cares are washed away via boat license.

When I visited my parents last night I got to eat an authentic Mexican feast and my mom presented me with a rasta wig and a Roy Orbison record. If you can think of a better way to end a weekend, I'd like to know. I was also given my fourth copy of Huey Lewis and the News' "Sports", so if you want to own one of the best records of all time, call me at the barn.