Friday, July 28, 2006

happy blogday!


So my blog turned 1 on Wednesday. Trex excitement! Though I decided to take some time off from this thing for the summer, here I am back'atter. Oh well. Ce n'est pas dommage? Make sense? Dawn.

I really want to learn a second language. For career reasons. A lot of low-tipping Euros have been coming to the restaurant. We all dread dread dread serving them because of their low tips. They're not that bad really. Actually, they're usuallly the nicest to talk to and they are relaxed about waiting for their food and wine (because I am possibly one of the least organised servers in the world). But alas, they always skim over the Lonely Plant guide to tipping. So I think some French or German or Norweigan lessons may fix this. Oh yeah, one day when I get my int'l development job it'll help too.

I haven't been on a bus for quite sometime. The Fox has been taking me on many an adventure. I pretty much have vetoed taking transit to far flung destinations like Deep Cove due to the time suck. I am climate change, yes, but I do walk everywhere else. I'm looking for a little hike to do this weekend, somewhere within a half hour's drive of Van. Suggestions?

For my blog's birthday I thought I'd give it some fireworks. The celebration of light was one of my first blog topics. The boy, E (the interpretive dancer) and I attended Italy's big show the other night. Merridale Cider in my MEC bottle. Heineken in E's bag. When in Rome, right? Spectacular and crowded. I'm happy to report there was no raping and pillaging in our vicinity. Just a lot of bling, raging teen hormones and mickeys of flavoured vodka.

Happy happy.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

sunshine, freckles, driving and ferries

I've made a pact with myself to drink more, work less and write prolifically. So far the working less and drinking more is going really well. Summer is in full swing and I've already broke a million writing pacts with myself. But oh well. I'm still writing, just not that much. I'm not feeling much these days, let alone guilt.

The bus rides in the westend are generally faboo - tales of crazies don't compare to East Van.

Last weekend the boy and I went to Vancouver Island for a wedding. We explored Nanaimo, Ladysmith, Coombs, the Nanaimo river and Little Qualicum falls. The wedding rocked. The bride was natural and giggly. The groom was super hero-esque and nervous. The food was good and the music and setting better. The Parallels played sweet cover tunes while I attemted to coordinate my groove-moves after litres of home made red wine. The ferry rides were awesome even though we had to wait two sailings (one there, one back). Oh well. I luckily had only one little travel melt down - which in my view isn't so bad after spending more than 48 hours with the same person.

Coombs was great and full of goats, goat ball closeup photos and wannabe Hells Angels. The Crow and Gate was fantastic and full of fatty, lovely British Fair. And if anyone is within 100 miles of the Cobble Hill area I reccommend grabbing as much Merridale Cider as possible.

Summer time is for taking buses irregularly, forest getaways and attempts at (un)focusing one's life. I can't wait for more.