Heartrate, pulse, oxygen level...all good.

So my good friend Bree's little brother Canaan had major back surgery last Wednesday. I went down with her Thursday to Childrens Hospital to see him and hang out inside his labrynth. I was very humbled and saddened when I saw all the kids with cancer. 5 year olds walking around with clown wigs on because they lost they're hair during chemo. I'll be the first to admit I take a lot of shit for granted in my life. It's good to be humbled sometimes.

We brought Canaan a variety of movies, cupcakes (which he couldn't eat, nothing solid), and an iPod charger. He was doped up on a lot of morphine, 75mg to be exact, which had him floating on cloud 9. He was out of it for the most part, but still managed to crack some jokes and converse about the cute nurses or the night nurse known as "Party Pete".

We raged with Canaan until they kicked us out about 20 minutes after visiting hours. Headed to a sweet luxurious 5 star hotel, courtesy of Linda Knapp, and continued to party there. Bree and I headed to the bar for a drink and did some people watching. We non discretely viewed a Jewish couple try and have the bartender search for anything Kosher that they could mix into a drink. It didn't look fun so Bree and I settled for a beer and vodka cran.

We then headed back to the hotel to find Nate and Linda doing some extreme TV watching (they partied to hard at the hospital which is why they didn't join us at the bar). I went for a 5 minute jacuzzi session and then we jumped on some beds and had a pillow fight.