In about 12 hours from now I'll be climbing to a cruising altitude of about 34,000 feet on my way to Miami. After cooling my jets (literally) in Miami for about six hours, I'll be heading west for Houston and then ultimately Vancouver, BC. I leave here at o'dark hundred on Cayman Airways flight 102 and I don't arrive in Vancouver until 11:46pm local time, or 1:46am body time. In other words, I'm going to be completely bagged.

After a quick stop at White Spot, if they're still open, it's straight home and straight to bed, because Saturday is going to be a long day.

Orkley's getting married, so this Saturday we're having his bachelor party. No drugs, no hookers and no dead mules are allowed. Vegas was ruled out by his fiancee early on. When I said "OK, fine" she said "that was too easy... what were you really thinking of?" and I replied "Well, no one said no to Cuba..." and her eyes popped out of her head. Aside from the fact that it would be a huge burden for everyone except me to get to Cuba we decided to do something local instead.

Gentlemen, start your engines! Saturday afternoon we're going kart racing at the Richmond Go Kart Track! woohoo! If anything, I may have a slight advantage as I'm already used to driving on the left, so we'll see how that goes :)

Once we've had our fill of that, we're all heading to Sammy J Peppers in Coquitlam to refuel our tanks and have a few choice frosty beverages. Yes, THAT Sammy J Peppers, home of the skankiest-dressed waitresses in the 'burbs! woohoo! I promised Ork that I would get my revenge on him one day for the flaming lamborghini that put me over the edge into alcohol poisoning, but it wouldn't be this weekend. He seemed a bit concerned about that, but not as concerned as Michelle is about my speech... heh heh.

To cap off the evening, we're all going to carpool over to the casino on United Blvd. I don't even know what it's called, but it's a real-live casino and we'll finish off the night there.

According to the "Rules of Manhood" email that's been going around, it's a legal defense to kill anyone who brings a camera along on a bachelor party, but I'm going to take that chance. Besides, I have another website that's password-protected to post the photos in :)

Sunday will be  day of recovery, but not so much so that I couldn't drag myself to De Dutch Pannekoek Haus for breakfast. Their slogan is "The most beautiful breakfasts in the world" and it's not far off. Even better than looking at them is eating them.

By Monday I should be into the West Coast time zone and ready to go, and I may end up meeting up with some friends from here in Cayman who happen to be in Vancouver at the same time as me for some funk night or something at Bar None in Yaletown.

I'll post more as the week goes on, and especially if there are any shenanigans that need to be called out on the trip home. (I'm looking directly at you, TSA, when I say this)