Winning at Life; Reasons why DWW and I should be friends

I have decided that I want to be friends with Down With Webster. Not in a creepy obsessed fan way, but in a they seem like cool guys and I think we'd have awesome times hanging out and winning at life.

Now, I'm used to people being like "sure Stevie, you're insane", but I've totally thought this through. Also, I've often come back to those people after achieving more than they thought I could and being like "no big, this is how I roll." While it may be true that I have an exceedingly overactive imagination, I'm also ambitions and driven and hardworking and believe that these things can get me anything I want... within some sort of reason. I mean, I don't think that if I work hard enough I will be the next president of 'merica. 1, I wasn't born there and 2, well, I don't really want to be president, so that's not the best example. Whatever. The point is I can't think of anything I want out of life that is impossible to achieve with a little hard work and persistence.

So, back to this whole notion, reasons I should make friends with DWW:
They hang out, make sweet music that I enjoy about things like drinking beers and being awesome. Two things that I am exceptionally good at.
Also, hanging out with Seven guys who are total guys is my idea of a good time. Hell, May Long weekend (or May 24) is boys weekend and I'm going camping with 7 boys where we will cook meat over a fire, drink a lot of beers and other alcoholic substances, and be generally awesome.
I rock a keg-stand.
They go do awesome street theatre esq antics which I approve of. Having a theatre degree and often indulging in such behavior for a number of reasons, I think I would definitely enjoy being ridiculous (ridiculously awesome that is) on the streets with these boys.
I find them attractive. While I'm in no way "omg I want to have your babies"... gross, no thanks! I do enjoy the company of attractive people... especially male attractive people. At this point I'm more interested in friends than anything more... I don't know them well enough to make that call.
I love music. I really like their sounds and appreciate a live show with lots of energy. I could totally rock out with them at a show.
They're Canadian.
I'm Canadian.
The two above statements don't really need to be explained, but I'm going to because this is MY blog, and I do what I want. As you may or may not know, I have a soft spot for Canadian celebrities, bands, boys, people... It's just this intrinsic connection based on the unique cultural things that make us from the true north a little different. We can bond over our increased heart rates during playoff games (Hockey... obviously... like I said, Canadian). Drink awesome Canadian beer and indulge in other things that are associated with Canada, especially my home province. Be polite to strangers. Have the type of sense of humour where we all think we're funny (we are, btw) and we're okay with our nationality being the butt of a joke. Bond over the cold temperatures and small towns we have all endured. Not worry about going to the doctor when we're sick and high five about our health care. Accept people of all backgrounds. Drink more beer... I love my country!

A friend told me I can make this happen with my awesome networking skills. I liked her vote of confidence, so I've brainstormed a couple possibilities to make this happen.
So, either:

• My ambition of a kick ass acting career pans out and I get my people to call their people and we hang out.
• I get a job coordinating some sort of music festival (let's be honest, I'd be awesome at it and this is probably one of the more plausible scenarios).
• Through the magic of twitter or facebook, it just happens.
  They read this blog... I might have a better chance at fame, but who knows!
• I put my magic skills to work and somehow know someone who knows someone who knows my awesomeness and BAM! Friends.
• Randomness. Picking up some Starbucks or something on a non significant and it's like "hey. you seem exceedingly awesome." "Thanks, you seem like DWW... wanna be friends?" "For Sure!"
• I write them a letter that goes something like this "Dear Down With Webster, My name is Stevie. You seem like pretty cool guys. We should be friends. Let me know when you want to go get a beer and hang out. xo Stevie" (I think this is an excellent method)
• Something else happens...

So, I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, or if you're on the "you're crazy" train. Either way, I'm just saying, we'd make awesome friends, and it's not impossible.

How To: Be good at construction workers

I'm good at construction workers. Fact.

Let me explain.

So, with work we were planting a bunch of new plants to make the residence at UofS look nicer. We start digging holes in the flower beds, only to find the top soil is only about 3 inches deep. Not a good thing.
But! Nearby they are completely re landscaping one of the fields. There is piles of dirt everywhere. One of the staff gets asked to go ask them for some dirt, and I get nominated to go with her. Because of my position title and my blondness. At this point I don't really know what the mission is, all I know is:
"Stevie, come ask the construction workers with me."
"Okay, I'm good at construction workers... for what?"

For a backhoe scoop of dirt of course! So, I take a minute, think through how I'm going to approach this. Professional but attractive and in need of assistance.

We get to the construction workers. They're closer to my father's age than my own, but I don't mind... it just means I won't be leaving with a phone number, but that's not the goal of this mission.
A formal introduction, a sweet smile, big blue eyes and please and thank you and they'll bring down dirt in just a minute. I get winked at and give a coy smile in return.
A couple minutes later a large scoop of dirt is brought right to us and they want to know if that's enough. Do we need more? We're good, and we thank them and tell them we'll bring them coffee. They seem pretty pleased with themselves for helping us out. Really, I'm not getting a favour, I'm doing one.

So, the following day the staff member and I return to the construction site with a tray of coffee from Tim Hortons. They seem surprised; I don't think that promise was ever expected to be followed through on. But I'm good at this game. And I'm thoughtful and like being nice to people.
Smiles, thank yous, and coffee handed over, we leave, very aware that if we want anything from these construction workers over the next month, all we have to do is smile and say please and it's ours. You see, while we didn't need to bring them coffee, it solidified their love of us. And that is more than work the time and effort to bring them warm beverages. Win.