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Oh, lord. How quickly things change.
So, when last we left our intrepid explorer, he had just met with mosslyon and was about to go meet his friend Matt. (Moss, I wish you'd bought the carved lion statue instead of me... as you'll see below.)
Hanging out with Matt on the radio was awesome, we chatted on- and off- air, the mix of music was excellent (first-CD Watchmen (an old favourite) and "Plea From a Cat Named Virtute" by the Weakerthans (current favourite song) came up in the natural, random programming of the station) and talked about "Newspaper Taxi" and played some of the songs from the CD (ones which aren't being remixed) and the station manager called him during "Bad Attitude" and said "Whatever this is, I want it on our playlist!" which was awesome, so I know they'll play us when the disk is done. My brother was listening via streaming audio, as was his GF, who is best-friends with Matt's sister, who was also listening. Lots of great stuff.
Then drove to Dave's place and parked my car on the street near his house, no one was home so I went to restaurant nearby and left a message telling them where I was. Dave and current long-time GF (since Jen) joined me, I had a very interesting meal (I managed to pick a great restaurant!) and then we went back to their place... to find that my car was not where I left it. Oh shit.
Short story: Car was not ticketed and towed, so was likely one of 220+ cars stolen that night... so it's GONE. Including my luggage and clothing that was in the back of the car, and a pile of gifts for friends and stuff I bought for myself (the complete "Chronicles of Narnia" in one book, plus two CD's I'd not even had a chance to listen to) and blah blah blah... and my mom LOVED that car. Grrr. A pox upon thieves. If someone stole groceries or a bus-pass or something that they might have needed to live, fine -- they probably needed it more than me. But a white 1994 Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight replete with my gym shoes, some carved wooden salad tongs with giraffes for handles, and a 3-D tic-tac-toe game? Not likely. Double-grrr. Very fortunately, nothing of great personal value was in there... Nbowa, your shirt is safe, my fursuit was not stolen, my wallet was on me, as was my cellphone filled with people's contact info (though not the charger, dammit!) and blah-blah-blah.
So that sucked. Had a great time hanging out with Dave and Michelle anyways, and got to meet Jen and Dave's daughter Katie the next morning, went out and bought necessities (even my underarm deodorant and dental care apparatus was in the car!) and then proceeded to get my ass out to Selkirk to make an insurance statement and then meet up with my sister, who took me back to Gimli and my parents.
Rest of the time was spent seeing family members, seeing their new houses and meeting their new babies and whatnot... except yesterday, which involved a visit from winthemia and her mom... I ran out of time to visit with Nadia in the city due to the car theft, but I invited her to visit me at my parents' place in Gimli and that was a great idea! Had a great time at the beach and making salsa and lemonade and so on... and her mom enjoyed fishing off the dock. Win-win situation.
During the course of my stay I also:
Re-furbished and tuned-up my old bow (as in bow-and-arrow) and brought it back with me (with quiver and arrows and arm-guard and all the fixin's), to take to Feral! and do some target practice with, maybe eventually get to the point where I might want to hunt with it, who knows. (I had enough moral conflict over killing some mice in my parents' basement, so I'm not sure I'm ready for hunting just yet... I think that hunting for meat (and hopefully also leather or fur) will sit a lot better with me than killing a mouse simply because it's annoying my parents by being in their house.)
Finished nbowa's shirt (with the exception of his name which will go on here).
Made a pair of swim trunks for myself, out of this great fabric that I saw and loved!
Nearly completed my "Kangaroo vest" project.
So that was all good.
Overall a good trip, though as always I wish I had been able to do more and see more people and etc.
Other thoughts: I saw a country music video by one of these busty bimbo new-country female artists, and the choreography (and to a lesser extent, the music) was a cross between country line-dancing, and break-dancing/other "urban" music styles. Yikes.
Umm... that's it for now. Gotta go out with people here. The remainder of this weekend will contain much band, and much Feral!
I desperately loathe the thought of work on Monday. *shudders*
B.
So, when last we left our intrepid explorer, he had just met with mosslyon and was about to go meet his friend Matt. (Moss, I wish you'd bought the carved lion statue instead of me... as you'll see below.)
Hanging out with Matt on the radio was awesome, we chatted on- and off- air, the mix of music was excellent (first-CD Watchmen (an old favourite) and "Plea From a Cat Named Virtute" by the Weakerthans (current favourite song) came up in the natural, random programming of the station) and talked about "Newspaper Taxi" and played some of the songs from the CD (ones which aren't being remixed) and the station manager called him during "Bad Attitude" and said "Whatever this is, I want it on our playlist!" which was awesome, so I know they'll play us when the disk is done. My brother was listening via streaming audio, as was his GF, who is best-friends with Matt's sister, who was also listening. Lots of great stuff.
Then drove to Dave's place and parked my car on the street near his house, no one was home so I went to restaurant nearby and left a message telling them where I was. Dave and current long-time GF (since Jen) joined me, I had a very interesting meal (I managed to pick a great restaurant!) and then we went back to their place... to find that my car was not where I left it. Oh shit.
Short story: Car was not ticketed and towed, so was likely one of 220+ cars stolen that night... so it's GONE. Including my luggage and clothing that was in the back of the car, and a pile of gifts for friends and stuff I bought for myself (the complete "Chronicles of Narnia" in one book, plus two CD's I'd not even had a chance to listen to) and blah blah blah... and my mom LOVED that car. Grrr. A pox upon thieves. If someone stole groceries or a bus-pass or something that they might have needed to live, fine -- they probably needed it more than me. But a white 1994 Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight replete with my gym shoes, some carved wooden salad tongs with giraffes for handles, and a 3-D tic-tac-toe game? Not likely. Double-grrr. Very fortunately, nothing of great personal value was in there... Nbowa, your shirt is safe, my fursuit was not stolen, my wallet was on me, as was my cellphone filled with people's contact info (though not the charger, dammit!) and blah-blah-blah.
So that sucked. Had a great time hanging out with Dave and Michelle anyways, and got to meet Jen and Dave's daughter Katie the next morning, went out and bought necessities (even my underarm deodorant and dental care apparatus was in the car!) and then proceeded to get my ass out to Selkirk to make an insurance statement and then meet up with my sister, who took me back to Gimli and my parents.
Rest of the time was spent seeing family members, seeing their new houses and meeting their new babies and whatnot... except yesterday, which involved a visit from winthemia and her mom... I ran out of time to visit with Nadia in the city due to the car theft, but I invited her to visit me at my parents' place in Gimli and that was a great idea! Had a great time at the beach and making salsa and lemonade and so on... and her mom enjoyed fishing off the dock. Win-win situation.
During the course of my stay I also:
So that was all good.
Overall a good trip, though as always I wish I had been able to do more and see more people and etc.
Other thoughts: I saw a country music video by one of these busty bimbo new-country female artists, and the choreography (and to a lesser extent, the music) was a cross between country line-dancing, and break-dancing/other "urban" music styles. Yikes.
Umm... that's it for now. Gotta go out with people here. The remainder of this weekend will contain much band, and much Feral!
I desperately loathe the thought of work on Monday. *shudders*
B.