11.13.2006

I was expecting Kilometres, barbarians, and sushi, but not zombies!

This weekend was one of the best I’ve had in a while. It had all the makings of a kickassawesome weekend right from the start. I mean, it was a 4 day weekend (for me), it was Chaz’s birthday weekend, and kilometres was coming in. How could that not equal an amazing time?

The goodness began on Saturday morning when I made an ice cream cake (people just can’t get enough of my ice cream cake) and baked cookies (I had to show off my new mixer that I am obsessed with) while km prepared a lecture and Chaz worked at GiTi. Next, km and I picked up Other Me and Mr. C so that we could go on a quest to find some barbarian gear for the Conan the Barbarian themed birthday party we were throwing for Chaz that night.

Our first stop was a little store the French call Village des Valeurs. Here we found a few barbarian-tastic mugs, an oh-so-barbarian Davy Crockett hat, and some severely overpriced barbarian-esque goods that we decided to pass up ($34 for some barbarian fur is just too much!). Next we hit up a jackpot of a dollar store where we got some great barbarian shields, a barbarian princess crown, and a barbarian wizard hat. Then, because we were having so much fun shopping for barbarian goods, we headed to downtown k-town (the heart of it all) to see if we couldn’t do a little more damage. The downtown dollar store was full of good times, as we got a crapload of barbarian swords (and a special barbarian wizard sword), some barbarian gypsy accessories, and, arguably our greatest find of all, barbarians that grow when you put them in the water! It really was our lucky day! Next to the Bargain Shop where we found some more barbarian gypsy and barbarian wizard accessories and another killer find, a barbarian sword that lights up and makes very exciting sword noises (not only was this fun to play with, but Bru dog went crazy over it, which was so funny I just about cried). We also got some barbarian Bristol board paper so we could make a Conan the Barbarian poster to fun up the party a little bit (because clearly posters are where fun comes from).

Next stop was a used CD store that we thought might have some Conan the Barbarian posters that we could get for Chaz. This was quite the store. It was kind of hard to find the door because it was all boarded over. Once we got in we met who I assume to be the owner of the store…he was chatty and knowledgeable with just a hint of creepy (ok, so maybe there was more than a hint of creepy). There were hundreds of posters, so we each chose a section and got to work looking for all things barbarian. Luckily km hit the jackpot right away and found the posters that were as barbarian as we were going to get: thong-wearing nymph/dragon/fantasy posters. We really wanted to get the one with the thong wearing nymph, but the store owner helpfully pointed out that barbarian women weren’t built like the nymph on the poster. No, no, barbarian women had big hips and large breasts. Um, yeah, thanks for that. The best part was that he kept repeating it despite the fact that we had clearly understood him the first time. Can you stop saying “big breasts” now? Thanks. So then he started going on and on about Conan artwork and even pulled out some records that had Conan artwork on the cover (which is pretty amazing, I have to say…hence me having to admit that he was very knowledgeable), but he just wouldn’t stop. We were clearly all disinterested, but dude just kept on going. The only way we could make him stop was by leaving, but I’m thinking he likely kept talking about Conan even after we were gone. He might still be talking about Conan today, who knows?!

At this point it was getting pretty late, so km and I dropped Other Me and Mr. C off at their place and we went home to check up on Chaz and make our Conan poster. Luckily km did up a rough draft of the poster before we drew on the Bristol board or we might have totally screwed up the poster. I mean, imagine not leaving enough space to draw Conan’s head! That would be terrible! Thank goodness for careful planning!

So off we went to the party and good times were had by all! Thanks again to Other Me and Mr. C for hosting so that we could actually watch the Conan movie during the party (it’s times like these that I feel like Chaz and I need to work on getting a TV). I don’t want to steal Chaz’s thunder (since it was his birthday and all), so I won’t post many pictures…but here are a few to tide you all over until Chaz gets a chance to update his blog.

8 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

You cut me deep Marlito!

And so many times too! Okay I admit, my barbarian hat was the worst of all of them. I won't pretend otherwise. Who said Davy Crocket was a barbarian anyway??

And...uh... I meant to not have a head on the barbarian poster. You know I did! It was only by sketching the thing out first did I realize how important it was to have no head room on the barbarian...

Also, I like that initially your description of a thong wearing nymph/dragon/fantasy poster made me thing of a dragon in a sensual 'fantasy' pose wearing a thong. Try picturing that, you'll want to laugh I know it.

And as for the barbarians that grow in water? I sure did enjoy the quote of, "Are those barbarians that grow when you put them in water?" as we were leaving the store - as if that's a common thing to ask - but everyone took it in stride like it all made sense that I would ask that...

11/16/2006 12:25 p.m.  
Blogger bag marla said...

More dragons should wear thongs, I think!

11/16/2006 4:54 p.m.  
Blogger bag marla said...

And "Are those barbarians that grow when you put them in water?" really was the best quote of the day! As if we actually found barbarians that grow when you put them in water! Even though they are currently growing in a dish on my kitchen table, I still can't believe we found something so fabulous!

11/16/2006 4:57 p.m.  
Blogger bag marla said...

Sadly, we didn't take a picture of you at the party or else I totally would have posted a picture of you with the caption 'Davy Crockett the Barbarian,' I swear!

11/17/2006 9:10 a.m.  
Blogger Unknown said...

See, isn't it an indication of how bad my loser costume was that you didn't take a picture of me?

(Which is weird, cause I remember posing for Chaz... where DID those pictures go?)

11/17/2006 12:47 p.m.  
Blogger Shauna said...

The wizard is probably hoarding them... Wizard the Barbarian and his Barbarian Hordes... I mean hoards.
He also has ALL the zombie photos. So some day soon, I'm going to handcuff him to his computer and he is going to share, goddamnit!

11/27/2006 1:24 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tarnish not the name of Wizard the Barbarian and his Barbarian Whores! I mean Hordes. And Hoards.
Consult my magical kingdom to find more likenesses of this troupe of mythical barbarians, and perhaps even the elusive Coonskin the Barbarian. I've cleverly enchanted my title to function as a portal, should you wish to begin your magical journey now...
A warning: beware the purveyor of thonged barbarian likenesses! He is a pretender! Do not let him curse you with his persistent babble, it is a spell to make you buy his wares or hang out in his shop till you are a toothless old crone. Flee, I tell you!

1/16/2007 4:57 p.m.  
Blogger chaz said...

I have never gone to that store without being creeped out/ attacked with senseless banter. and you are never sure who in the store is actually working because they all just seem to be "hanging" out there and not actually there with a purpose.

1/28/2007 9:26 a.m.  

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