chapter 1: i joined melinda and people from both cfrc and the artel for dinner at cafe india. it was
very yummy. i had a fun time. i sat between two guys named paul. melinda gave me a copy of paul sauliner's comic book. its so funny, he autographed it for me. i like paul. he used to be scared of me. i like talking his ear off. here's one of his drawings (i'm too tired to scan my favourite so lets make do with one i punked from his flickr account, shall we?) it was a most entertaining time. melinda took a picture of "the christopher currie" and i'm going to photoshop some sideburns on him for her.chapter 2: irina (elena?), melinda and i headed down to the goat so melinda could get a vegan cake. on the way we crossed paths with a certain bus driver who likes to bail on his friends in favour of yoga classes. but whatever, some people like beards. we headed back up princess street, having a very risque conversation. i was ever so amused to imagine the snip-its that passerbyers happened to hear.
chapter 3: we arrived at the maxipad, and once irina had popped open the champaigne, we realized that we didn't actually have a copy of "reality bites". a wild goose chase ensues and as a result i found myself face to face with my last boyfriend. we broke up in january 2004, and i haven't seen him in 2 years. my heart was pounding in my chest, but i smoked'em. i handled it SO well, melinda thought i handled it too well – that i was gloating. perhaps that's true to some extent, but it was him who was bragging about this, that and the other thing. i find it revealing that he bragged, its like he's over compensating for something. i felt no need to even make small talk with him. i'm just not interested, plus i know him and its all b.s. that comes out of his mouth anyway.
chapter 4: we arrived home with the newly purchased reality bites on dvd. its been our plan to watch that before melinda leaves. its our favourite movie. i realized how often i quote it in my day to day life and it goes unnoticed. i love that movie, its amazing.
chapter 5: i'm sitting in my room writing this entry. thinking to myself about how long this entry is and how probably few people will read it. and wondering why all my emails are bouncing back.
as you can see, i have the occasional run-in with an anti-Hey-That's-My-Biker and to those people i say nobody... nobody can eat 50 eggs.
6 comments:
did you have dinner with Christopher Currie? He was one of my favorite history lecturers...he does a mean fire-and-brimstone-preacher imitation...
Glad you had an awesome night :)
hey! sandy and I were at the goat last night too. she had the vegan chocolate cake. we must have missed you. they have the best dessert don't they?
sounds like you had quite a night :)
you are alive! i was worried...but glad that you had a great night out on the town with the gals!
eating chocalate with friends....good moments!
that all sounds like so much fun! except the ex, but it's gotta happen sometime. i'm glad you handled it well. :)
yes, t'was the christopher currie. we've talked about that before, i think its funny he was your teacher.
funny, sorry we missed you aphra. probably another time no doubt!
lissa. thanks for your concern. i forgot to respond to your invite email. no wonder you were worried :)
oh and beck, yes, it was a fun evening. the ugly exboyfriend part was a hoot too :p yay for les!
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