My Day Off, and some
My roommate Kevin woke me up this morning to use the computer. I didn't mind because it was about 20 to 11AM and I don't like sleeping in.
The night before, Kevin and I went to a very clubish club for one of his friends birthdays. I've never been to a place like this, and I hope never to go back. They had beds instead of seats, $10 cover, $3 mandatory coat check, and all in all it was a bureaucratic mess of a place. We were sent from one booth to the next by overweight, over-serious, bald men. The coke dealer was easily spotted and his fidgeting indicated that he mixed business with pleasure. Going in, I hoped we'd get turned down because of our dress: Kevin looking like a bag of Doritos, I looking like a cowboy.
When we eventually got home at about 2AM, Kevin and I reminisced and he showed me how the germans drink wine and coke. In the background we watched a documentary about Woody Allen's dixie-land jazz band on TVO.
I got out of bed soon after Kevin came in and began to prepare the breakfast I had planned all week: blueberry waffles. I made several perfect waffles and watched the Simpsons. It was incredible. When I finished, I did my morning routine and went out to complete a task for Adam Winkels. He had asked me to pick up some tickets for a band called the Bled at Rotate This.
When I was walking from Queen and Bathurst to Rotate I bumped into my co-worker since my work is close by. At first we were surprised to see each other. She asked: "What are you doing around here, your off?"
I explained, "I'm picking up some concert tickets for a friend at the record store."
She replied, "Oh...well stay out of this area when you're not working, you have to relax. By the way, our meeting has been rescheduled to Monday morning."
It left me illish.
When I made to rotate I immiediately saw two albums I'd been on the lookout for. The new Belle and Sebastian and the Constantines/Unintended split. I picked them up, redeeming my cherished street-cred, upon also buying tickets for the Bled.
I got home feeling faint with hunger. I cooked a hotdog and watched the B&S dvd that came with their album.
As I get bored of writing I think I'll go change the strings of my guitar, find out whats happening tonight, practice trumpet and eat some of my left over beef strogonoff.
And remember:
In time we'll see
a resurgence of lovers and poets.
Then the letters I've prepared
will bring you to me.
Some folks have love,
some folks have none.
Some folks explode when the words on their tongues
have no where to go.
Explode, explode,
with no one to reach
The night before, Kevin and I went to a very clubish club for one of his friends birthdays. I've never been to a place like this, and I hope never to go back. They had beds instead of seats, $10 cover, $3 mandatory coat check, and all in all it was a bureaucratic mess of a place. We were sent from one booth to the next by overweight, over-serious, bald men. The coke dealer was easily spotted and his fidgeting indicated that he mixed business with pleasure. Going in, I hoped we'd get turned down because of our dress: Kevin looking like a bag of Doritos, I looking like a cowboy.
When we eventually got home at about 2AM, Kevin and I reminisced and he showed me how the germans drink wine and coke. In the background we watched a documentary about Woody Allen's dixie-land jazz band on TVO.
I got out of bed soon after Kevin came in and began to prepare the breakfast I had planned all week: blueberry waffles. I made several perfect waffles and watched the Simpsons. It was incredible. When I finished, I did my morning routine and went out to complete a task for Adam Winkels. He had asked me to pick up some tickets for a band called the Bled at Rotate This.
When I was walking from Queen and Bathurst to Rotate I bumped into my co-worker since my work is close by. At first we were surprised to see each other. She asked: "What are you doing around here, your off?"
I explained, "I'm picking up some concert tickets for a friend at the record store."
She replied, "Oh...well stay out of this area when you're not working, you have to relax. By the way, our meeting has been rescheduled to Monday morning."
It left me illish.
When I made to rotate I immiediately saw two albums I'd been on the lookout for. The new Belle and Sebastian and the Constantines/Unintended split. I picked them up, redeeming my cherished street-cred, upon also buying tickets for the Bled.
I got home feeling faint with hunger. I cooked a hotdog and watched the B&S dvd that came with their album.
As I get bored of writing I think I'll go change the strings of my guitar, find out whats happening tonight, practice trumpet and eat some of my left over beef strogonoff.
And remember:
In time we'll see
a resurgence of lovers and poets.
Then the letters I've prepared
will bring you to me.
Some folks have love,
some folks have none.
Some folks explode when the words on their tongues
have no where to go.
Explode, explode,
with no one to reach