Not much happened this weekend as it was pretty low key… (well, by my standards, it was low key). Friday was a birthday shindig for Dark Bunny’s boyfriend down at Sunset Grill. Happy Belated K. It was pretty chill but I have to say I was massively Girl Crushing on C-Hatch. I couldn’t seem to stop looking at her…………………………………………. eyes.
Yes, her eyes are real & they are spectacular.
Saturday saw me haul ass into the office yet again as I was hoping to avoid a crazy week like the last and did manage to get a jump start on many annoying projects. However, the slight hangover from friday did make me take twice as long to do everything as I spent a great deal of time asking myself “Ok, What was I going to do??? Right, I was going to look up those newspaper specs online.” and then be sidetracked by Lainey’s gossip site (or something similar) sign off & ask myself that same question again. Quite painful really. If I weren’t me, I may have smacked myself.
Managed to take some work home with me (and actually do it), hit the gym & met up with Nic Saturday night. Her new man/friend/thing person lives a block away from me. So I swung by there for a couple of glasses of wine.
Great that he lives a block away as I’m all over convenient. Bad that I live a block away from Boystown. (For those not in the know, Vancouver does have a lot of prostitutes including young boys which hang out in the yaletown area on the block of Homer between Drake & Davie. Love that when I’m waiting at a light to cross, I’ll get hissed at… Never know what to do with that as I would assume it’s mostly gay men that get the little boys and I’m pretty sure I don’t look like a tranny. Maybe I need to cut back on the amount of make up I wear).
Anyways, 5D was out so when I arrived, I buzzed and waited for Nic to come downstairs to fetch me… So there I am standing in front with two prostitutes holding a bottle of wine. When the little 16 year old Joey’d me (how you doing?… ), I decided maybe I should maybe walk around. As soon as Nic poked her head out the door, the little boy informed her I “was over there”.
After a few glasses, we met up with man/friend/thing person down at Brown’s (again, only a block away.. I LOVE living downtown). Never met him before. Wasn’t sure what to think when he told me he would love to punch me… (again, what’s with everyone wanting to smack the crap out of me) Nic told me that’s a compliment…. Really? is it? My compliments usually take the form of “you look nice” “well done” or “You’re so fuckin’ hot you make me scream for more ice cubes”… Not, “errr… I would love to just fight you” I suppose he’s implying that I’m rather rambunctious (or insert whatever adjective you’d like there).
As fun as it was, I think my favourite line of the weekend and maybe possibly this year thus far was him telling me “You’re probably a smart person”.
I think the reason I love it so much is because it implies that normally, I’m smart person but that moment or perhaps even that night, I came off as retarded. Another stunning first impression down! I’m on a roll I tell you.
Quick.. what’s 2+2?
I’d answer but I got distracted by a shiny ball.