ck_nj said:
Some of our American members will be in town, stop by for a drink and a dance !!! I'll try to stay sober !!!
Unofficial Mini GT for Sunday night at Cleos
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Some of our American members will be in town, stop by for a drink and a dance !!! I'll try to stay sober !!!
Ahhh the youth these days !!! 8 PMJoe.t said:
Roland said:Why sober...
Cuz I would be drunk by 10pm
I'll be there!
Thanks for creating the new thread, Rook!
Hey Rook, you gotta stay sober after 10pm, cuz ya gotta be my wingman for the nightclubs we're gonna hit afterwards!
Thanks for creating the new thread, Rook!
Hey Rook, you gotta stay sober after 10pm, cuz ya gotta be my wingman for the nightclubs we're gonna hit afterwards!
I'll be there with a couple representative from a certain East Asian country's nuclear weapons program. If they get there before me, don't tell them any secrets about Canada's advanced weapons program.......he he....hoh hoh....
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....... ah.....ha......ha......ha......ha.....ha.....ha.....ha....ho....ho.....he......he.....sniffle... he...he....he....he....ha.....ha....ha.....ha... tears streaming down my face.....oh, my stomach.........ha......ha.......
God, nothing like a good belly laugh on Sunday morning.....
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....... ah.....ha......ha......ha......ha.....ha.....ha.....ha....ho....ho.....he......he.....sniffle... he...he....he....he....ha.....ha....ha.....ha... tears streaming down my face.....oh, my stomach.........ha......ha.......
God, nothing like a good belly laugh on Sunday morning.....
Had a great time at the GT!
Went to dinner first with Rook, Begbie and Shijak, then went to Cleo's.
Met Champs1000, Fat Happy Buddha (plus his friend), Eastender, Algol, Roland, and Hojo
Roland introduces me to Amy, and I had a few nice dances with her.
Had a great time. It was great meeting all of you!
Oh, and sorry the nightclub ideas went bust. Guess we should have stayed at Cleo's!
At least Joe.t joined us for a bit afterwards!
Went to dinner first with Rook, Begbie and Shijak, then went to Cleo's.
Met Champs1000, Fat Happy Buddha (plus his friend), Eastender, Algol, Roland, and Hojo
Roland introduces me to Amy, and I had a few nice dances with her.
Had a great time. It was great meeting all of you!
Oh, and sorry the nightclub ideas went bust. Guess we should have stayed at Cleo's!
At least Joe.t joined us for a bit afterwards!
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Hey ck_nj, thanks for organizing the informal GT.
There was a good turnout of about ten guys. It was great getting together again with people who I've met before and have gradually come to respect greatly and consider my friends, including Hojo, Rook, Champs, Roland and shijak. It stuck me last night what a fine group of gentlemen I was sitting among. Like most of us perhaps, they struggle with finding a balance between enjoying life to the fullest and at the same time treating their loved ones with respect.
As an example of this, Roland insisted on us saying grace before we drank our beers or heading to the booths. "Oh Lord, we thank you for the grinding we are about to receive....."
What most characterized my night however was the number of unique people I met. Ck-nj was full of life and exuded friendliness. He held us together as a group throughout the night. It was a pleasure to meet Begbie also, who, alas, I only got to talk to for a minute or so. Algol, who I'd met once previously but had never really talked to, I found last night to be a very interesting character. He is quiet, but I got the feeling when talking to him that he has a curious senstitive mind and a good sense of humor. It was perhaps Eastender, for me, that was the big discovery of the night. He is truly a unique character and, I strongly suspect, a gold mine of information. In the short time we spoke, he told me what St. Catherines Street was like when he was young, what clubs can be good in the east end (most which I've never heard of) and after-hours clubs in Montreal. If I am ever looking to find a new adventure, he is the man I am going to contact for information. Also, I look forward to getting together with him for a beer sometime.
Like any GT, however, it had to end. Roland, citing a obligation to wash dishes at home, was one of the first to leave. Champs remained behind at Cleo's while others followed ck_nj to HDLM. My friend Yong and I went on foot, parting with Eastender who headed back to the east end. When we got to HDLM, the rest were already there. Rook and shijak were consoling ck_nj who was devastated by the lack of MILFs in the bar. The poor boy, he really had his heart set on getting his nose buried in some sixty-year-old noogie. Once we were all assembled, we left there and went to some "Electric..." bar, but the music was deafening and even if conversation had been possible, there weren't a lot of women. When we stepped outside however, the eye candy on Crescent Street was in abundance.
It was here, however, that Rook said that he had to head home to sleep because otherwise he would get wrinkles. The other guys headed off to Thursdays.
Not really into cruising however, I set off on my own for an Ontario Street crawl. An abundance of eye candy drew me into a hockey bar with a live band. While downing a quick beer there, I made a mental note of its location for further study. If the gang had gone there, I thought, the whole night might have taken a completely different direction. The only thing was that the crowd was quite young, maybe 23-28.
Next, I continued my way down Ontario until I came to Citibar, which I learned about some months back thanks to Oliver Kloseoff's reports. A lot of transgender people hang out there, so it is not for the squeemish, but for anybody looking for a colourful friendly crowd, it is a good place to go. It's kind of a mix between the television show Cheers and the bar scene in Star Wars. I go there once or twice a month and always meet somebody interesting to talk to. In addition, all the compliments I receive from the "special ladies" keep my self-esteem batteries fully charged.
Last night there was this Peruvian guy who had just arrived in Canada for the first time a couple days before and had wandered into the bar by accident. He didn't speak French or English, so was very happy when he found out I could speak Spanish. "You know," he says to me, "in my country, men must be men." He was stunned when I told him that the special clientele he saw in the bar belonged to an elite branch of Canadian military. "Yes, yes," I insisted, "they specialize in infiltrating behind enemy lines."
I ended my evening chatting with a really great Asian/Quebecois husband-and-wife team who have made a visit to Citibar a weekly tradition.
So, holy f**k, did I meet a lot of great people last night. Thanks for the idea, ck-nj. I'm looking forward to your next visit to Montreal.
There was a good turnout of about ten guys. It was great getting together again with people who I've met before and have gradually come to respect greatly and consider my friends, including Hojo, Rook, Champs, Roland and shijak. It stuck me last night what a fine group of gentlemen I was sitting among. Like most of us perhaps, they struggle with finding a balance between enjoying life to the fullest and at the same time treating their loved ones with respect.
As an example of this, Roland insisted on us saying grace before we drank our beers or heading to the booths. "Oh Lord, we thank you for the grinding we are about to receive....."
What most characterized my night however was the number of unique people I met. Ck-nj was full of life and exuded friendliness. He held us together as a group throughout the night. It was a pleasure to meet Begbie also, who, alas, I only got to talk to for a minute or so. Algol, who I'd met once previously but had never really talked to, I found last night to be a very interesting character. He is quiet, but I got the feeling when talking to him that he has a curious senstitive mind and a good sense of humor. It was perhaps Eastender, for me, that was the big discovery of the night. He is truly a unique character and, I strongly suspect, a gold mine of information. In the short time we spoke, he told me what St. Catherines Street was like when he was young, what clubs can be good in the east end (most which I've never heard of) and after-hours clubs in Montreal. If I am ever looking to find a new adventure, he is the man I am going to contact for information. Also, I look forward to getting together with him for a beer sometime.
Like any GT, however, it had to end. Roland, citing a obligation to wash dishes at home, was one of the first to leave. Champs remained behind at Cleo's while others followed ck_nj to HDLM. My friend Yong and I went on foot, parting with Eastender who headed back to the east end. When we got to HDLM, the rest were already there. Rook and shijak were consoling ck_nj who was devastated by the lack of MILFs in the bar. The poor boy, he really had his heart set on getting his nose buried in some sixty-year-old noogie. Once we were all assembled, we left there and went to some "Electric..." bar, but the music was deafening and even if conversation had been possible, there weren't a lot of women. When we stepped outside however, the eye candy on Crescent Street was in abundance.
It was here, however, that Rook said that he had to head home to sleep because otherwise he would get wrinkles. The other guys headed off to Thursdays.
Not really into cruising however, I set off on my own for an Ontario Street crawl. An abundance of eye candy drew me into a hockey bar with a live band. While downing a quick beer there, I made a mental note of its location for further study. If the gang had gone there, I thought, the whole night might have taken a completely different direction. The only thing was that the crowd was quite young, maybe 23-28.
Next, I continued my way down Ontario until I came to Citibar, which I learned about some months back thanks to Oliver Kloseoff's reports. A lot of transgender people hang out there, so it is not for the squeemish, but for anybody looking for a colourful friendly crowd, it is a good place to go. It's kind of a mix between the television show Cheers and the bar scene in Star Wars. I go there once or twice a month and always meet somebody interesting to talk to. In addition, all the compliments I receive from the "special ladies" keep my self-esteem batteries fully charged.
Last night there was this Peruvian guy who had just arrived in Canada for the first time a couple days before and had wandered into the bar by accident. He didn't speak French or English, so was very happy when he found out I could speak Spanish. "You know," he says to me, "in my country, men must be men." He was stunned when I told him that the special clientele he saw in the bar belonged to an elite branch of Canadian military. "Yes, yes," I insisted, "they specialize in infiltrating behind enemy lines."
I ended my evening chatting with a really great Asian/Quebecois husband-and-wife team who have made a visit to Citibar a weekly tradition.
So, holy f**k, did I meet a lot of great people last night. Thanks for the idea, ck-nj. I'm looking forward to your next visit to Montreal.
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Our little evening of Sunday has been chronicled with enough detail apart from the dinner in the early going:
Assembled somewhat like another illustrious Illuminati-like enclave that forever changed the face of Hobbydom for generations to come, my brothers and I gathered surrounded by an unsuspecting throng of innocents, seated inside an exotic eating establishment.
There we agreed not to solve the world`s ills and to assure its continued path to glory, but merely to celebrate in writing and song the creatures of beauty who bedazzle our senses and flesh whenever a familiar tingle will `nigh overwhelm our weak and easily-stiffened y-chromosones...
(well, that or just meet for dinner and/or beer once again...)
On that fateful eve of veinte de mayo, the peruvian holiday of weltschmerz, we simple souls became all the stronger as we pledged an oath as the original soldiers of what will now be known as the [COLOR=``Teal``]D.T. Army [/COLOR]
As the eldest of the group (groan...) allow me to speak first as I will therefore be known (at our gatherings only, mind you...) as Spiff-One, the melodramatic one...
From the land of Soprano, the gentle soul men call Kla-ARK the Man of Steel (on his off days, Wal-Mart associates call him Mr. CK_NJ)...
True to his eastern roots, our third is The Angry Man from the S.E.A., able to confound our weak north american minds unable to distinguish his true identity with that of his insidious conspirators... (as he walks the path of us normals, he must be referred to as Rook!!)...
Our fourth soldier, he of many secrets and many a lousy hand of Blackjack, still has a way to go before being awarded a silly nickname, so let the sobriquet of Begbie fill the roll call...
On this tumultuous day, not ONE mission was elaborated upon, nor plans of conquering some unsuspecting companion harem, but Lo, plentiful are our heated thoughts of various beautous wenches every day...Tremble, Knaves!!
Expansion of our ranks will be forthcoming, any potential soldiers of our Army must in the future submit to the same rigorous labours of strength and bravery the founding fathers have...
And just as an Army must have a goal to fight for, we will..(hmmm, let me think...) I know, we will on an irregular basis select, after long deliberation from all the membership, award the agreed -upon candidate the much sought-after title of [COLOR=``teal``][SIZE=``4``]B.A.B.E.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [ a pox on the blighter who fixates on the merits of Babe-ishness as merely one of physical attributes rather than a combination of mind, charisma, vivacity as well as hotness]...
The above document is to be sanctioned by the present membership with an offering of blood (though a loonie will suffice...)...Et resplendira la croix de l`aigle...
363 anno domini...
Assembled somewhat like another illustrious Illuminati-like enclave that forever changed the face of Hobbydom for generations to come, my brothers and I gathered surrounded by an unsuspecting throng of innocents, seated inside an exotic eating establishment.
There we agreed not to solve the world`s ills and to assure its continued path to glory, but merely to celebrate in writing and song the creatures of beauty who bedazzle our senses and flesh whenever a familiar tingle will `nigh overwhelm our weak and easily-stiffened y-chromosones...
(well, that or just meet for dinner and/or beer once again...)
On that fateful eve of veinte de mayo, the peruvian holiday of weltschmerz, we simple souls became all the stronger as we pledged an oath as the original soldiers of what will now be known as the [COLOR=``Teal``]D.T. Army [/COLOR]
As the eldest of the group (groan...) allow me to speak first as I will therefore be known (at our gatherings only, mind you...) as Spiff-One, the melodramatic one...
From the land of Soprano, the gentle soul men call Kla-ARK the Man of Steel (on his off days, Wal-Mart associates call him Mr. CK_NJ)...
True to his eastern roots, our third is The Angry Man from the S.E.A., able to confound our weak north american minds unable to distinguish his true identity with that of his insidious conspirators... (as he walks the path of us normals, he must be referred to as Rook!!)...
Our fourth soldier, he of many secrets and many a lousy hand of Blackjack
, still has a way to go before being awarded a silly nickname, so let the sobriquet of Begbie fill the roll call...On this tumultuous day, not ONE mission was elaborated upon, nor plans of conquering some unsuspecting companion harem, but Lo, plentiful are our heated thoughts of various beautous wenches every day...Tremble, Knaves!!
Expansion of our ranks will be forthcoming, any potential soldiers of our Army must in the future submit to the same rigorous labours of strength and bravery the founding fathers have...
And just as an Army must have a goal to fight for, we will..(hmmm, let me think...) I know, we will on an irregular basis select, after long deliberation from all the membership, award the agreed -upon candidate the much sought-after title of [COLOR=``teal``][SIZE=``4``]B.A.B.E.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [ a pox on the blighter who fixates on the merits of Babe-ishness as merely one of physical attributes rather than a combination of mind, charisma, vivacity as well as hotness]...
The above document is to be sanctioned by the present membership with an offering of blood (though a loonie will suffice...)...Et resplendira la croix de l`aigle...
363 anno domini...
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chef said:
It was wasn't it?
Did I have a nice time? lemme see: yummy food, lotsa chuckles, gyrating nacked wimmen' , a few brewskys, other pervs joining our original group, loud 80's music at 120 decibels, watching desperate people trying to hook up, a bachelorette being humiliated,...
oh yeaahhhhhhhhh...great fun!!
Willya look at that?!?
Just now noticed down in the birthday section, looks like our very own Queen of LOL has a birthday today!! The ever-enchanting Michelle Luv, her of the eyes that have melted many a man, tu as eu le cadeau d'une superbe journee ensoleillee qui souligneras TA journee...
un grand calin pour toi, chere...
Just now noticed down in the birthday section, looks like our very own Queen of LOL has a birthday today!! The ever-enchanting Michelle Luv, her of the eyes that have melted many a man, tu as eu le cadeau d'une superbe journee ensoleillee qui souligneras TA journee...
un grand calin pour toi, chere...
Yay!
Merci beaucoup Shijak! C'est tres apprecie, tu es un amour!
Michelle xoxoxoxox
shijak said:
Merci beaucoup Shijak! C'est tres apprecie, tu es un amour!
Michelle xoxoxoxox
Joyeux Anniversarie
Souhaits heureux et tous meilleur.
C'est assez francais pour moi, parce que j'ai un mal de tete
Redstorm
Souhaits heureux et tous meilleur.
C'est assez francais pour moi, parce que j'ai un mal de tete
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