Creep-fest 2009

Alright so tonnes to catch up on because I have really fell behind on blogging again. Well as everyone saw from the guest post my mom is now in town with me and letting no time be wasted. Day one included karaoke. It was good, none of us participated but there was a fantastic Elvis impersonator man and a handicapped chap who insisted I buy a drink for Britt and did a fabulous rendition of a Celine Dion song before he caught the last bus home.

Day two: aka D day- Margaret lost her wallet in the library. Short and simple it was mayhem and we all lived off my dime for the past tow weeks. Marg doesn't like to talk about it so I'll leave it at that.

The next few days we relaxed, and took the lovely Lady out to the pub we (really just Britt) work at as well as some pubs we like to go to. Here my mother got a really good taste of what Scotland is about: Drunk creepy men. We stood in a spot at one pub that we noticed gets a high volume of creeper traffic just so she could get the full effect. And the scary McCreepers did not fail us. The first sneak attack came from a couple of well dressed Italian men. How did I know they were Italian you ask? Well one of them whispered "do you know what Bella" means in my ear. Obviously I was captured by this suave man and his sweet nothings.... if sweet nothings cause reactions like vomit appearing in my mouth. Next three guys came up to talk to us, an Irish guy who seemed to have a liking for Britt, a Scottish guy who was kind of navigating his friends around, and a bald Turkish man. Again, how did I know he was Turkish you ask? Well his Scottish friend yelled out for us to meet his giant Turkish friend at any moment possible. Well this Turkish friend, I'll call him Dr. Baldy, seemed to take a liking to me and bought me a drink. Mom was quite wow'd with my skills however her favorite skill of mine was how I got rid of these Creepo-holics. Dr. Baldy put his large leather coat around my shoulders, with no provocation I may add. And how did I react to this- by rifling through his pockets, finding his wallet, and searching it for anything of value. I then pulled out the picture of Mrs. Dr. Baldy he had beside his drivers license and comment on her beauty. His Scottish and Irish friends erupted in laughter and pointing, as did I, and he was never to be seen again. Although you may think this was the greatest Creep-tastic story of the night, you would be wrong. That honour goes to a man who waltz (stumbled) out of the men's washroom, gave Margaret one look, pointed, and made a bee line for this lucky lady. He got close enough for me to go oh mom I think he likes you. Mom said "oh you are drunk" to him and he replied with this gold bullion of a response. And I quote "I may be drunk, but I am still wanting"

I'll leave you with that.