Wow - a whole week passed with no blog update? Why didn’t someone pull me on it?!
Monday: Back to work, blah, etc. Home, podcast, blah, etc.
Tuesday: Dan came round and we went out to eat then hit the cinema to see Mission: Impossible 3. Not bad, I’d give it 7 out of 10 which is pretty much on par with the current rating of 6.9 at IMDB. Back to mine to hang out for a bit afterwards. Good times, with a healthy dose of acknowledged awkwardness.
Wednesday: Team building event after work, aka let’s go out for food and booze. We went to Browns in Yaletown. Good food, good booze, good company. Came home and Brian came over to watch Sopranos and Prison Break, which I’m SO behind with - the season finale is on tomorrow and I think I still have 3 episodes queued on my MythTV.
Thursday: Chill night I think - caught up with some TV.. vegged out.. chilled..
Friday: Let the weekend begin! Hit Moxies with Kevin for his birthday. Mixed crowd, nuff said. I could make a few choice comments but I think I’ll save them for the podcast (if that’s not an enticing reason to listen, I don’t know what is!). SkyTrained it out to Dan’s for his housewarming party and that’s where the drama began..
This girl sits down. She wants her boyfriend to sit next to her. Only some other guy sits in that seat, with his girlfriend next to him. Our girl says “excuse me”, the guy says something less than lovely, she calls him an asshole, he calls her a bitch, she stands up and moves to the door, he says to the general ridership that if he had a gun he’d shoot her. What the fuck? Who SAYS that kind of thing?! She gets off at the next stop and presses the yellow strip on the way out. The yellow strip is like a silent alarm thing that brings the SkyTrain attendants running. And they did! This woman gets on, asks if everyone’s alright, some guy says that the girl pressed the strip before she got off, she was arguing with this guy. The guy repeats what he said, including the gun threat piece.. wow!
Long story short, it was getting ridiculous. I got off and figured I’d take the next train. After a bit of a delay the current train left, the harrassed couple discussed the situation further with a SkyTrain attendant on the platform, and we all got on the next train. The thing that sucks with the whole situation though is that the wanker bloke has zero inconvenience while this couple has to have their evening and trip home interupted by the hassle. I thought a better solution would have been to haul his ass off the train, discuss it with him on the platform, and let the girl and her boyfriend stay on the train with the other attendant - ask questions via radio if need be.
Got to Dan’s (tangent: this is turning in to a long entry huh?), had a drink, met some people, good times. People left in dribs and drabs, and then there were 3. Natasha said she was going to leave, and I said I was too.. and maybe that’s where the hassle began. In my head, it was always my intention to catch a night bus home, crash out in my own bed, have a really good night’s sleep and a nice lie in the next morning. Oh how wrong I was.
It’s fair to say that there was a discussion that needed to happen about the “us” situation. And I think Dan thought that would happen after everyone else had left and it was just us hanging out. Maybe? *shrugs* Different views from different mountains I guess. An awkward walk to the SkyTrain followed, together with an awkward wait for the night bus.. which turned up eventually, then left without me on it.. which pretty much left me raging pissed at the situation. Long story short again, the plan to cab it back downtown turned in to the plan to stay over and talk it out a bit. Dodgy conversations, dodgy night’s sleep.. next morning saw me going home on the SkyTrain doing the walk of shame (which doesn’t seem to be a commonly used expression round here so for the benefit of my “foreign” readers I’ll elaborate: “going home the next day wearing the same clothes that you were wearing the night before” - get it?)
Saturday: Came back downtown feeling like a zombie. Walked down Burrard feeling like a zombie. Hit Tim Horton’s feeling like a zombie. Are you seeing the pattern here? Came home, ate, and crashed out. I slept pretty much all afternoon, woke up around 6ish feeling kinda wonky. Went out to the drug store, grabbed some food, came home and had a pretty chill evening, watched some TV, read some stuff online, chatted a bit.
Sunday: Got up, mooched around, spoke to the rents. Pissed about online for a bit. Brian phoned, he was going for food with Josh, did I want to come? Sure.. we hit Sammy J Peppers on Granville Island.. Josh went off.. I went for a walk with Brian.. chatted about this’n'that (aka my situation, his situation, his new job, stuff).. Stopped off at Chapters for a couple of magazines then came home and spent the evening chilling.. Desperate Housewives, Grey’s Anatomy, and here I am, finally updating my blog..
Other ponderous thoughts flying round my head but they tie in with that whole open/honest versus self-censorship thing.. so maybe I’ll ponder a bit more then see if I feel like blogging about it - it might have to wait for later in the week.. meanwhile, I’m staying up late so I can call the florist back home and order some flowers for my mum..
