Another perfectly boring entry. Go ahead and not read.
The great thing about embarassing myself on my livejournal is that nobody ever actually looks at it. I get the catharsis of public confession without the funny looks that usually result from it.
As such, I would like to present you (me) with a scribbled note I'd forgotten I'd written until very recently, so I can throw the filthy thing away and not feel like I've lost anything. Ahem:
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I've decided to call valentine's day V-day from now on, sort of like how Atheists call Christmas X-mas since, like them, I have no faith in the holiday's moniker. I thought briefly of calling it VD day, since that's what most people spend it contracting, but decided on the first because a V is half an X, and V-day has the candy but not the presents of X-mas, and therefore containts exactly half the joy.
On this, my yearly V-day bender, I'm at Van Go's in port credit. (misspelled, I think, because it's so close to the Port Credit GO station) I think I'll be waiting for my next highball for a while, because the sole bartender has drifted to the other end of the bar, where the loud, charismatic types are.
Pleasant surprise- more booze has been placed in front of me. Originally, I'd come here with dozen roses and a nice tie, which I stepped on and loosened fretfully, respectively, in hopes of having a bit of fun pretending I'd just been jilted by a capricious, unscrupulous woman. Fun as the idea was, I'm in a place called Van GO's, for chrissake. I should have expected the lack of a gritty, big mac type bartender that would complete the scene. Nothing's lost though, really, for the essential part- drinking, is well under way, and I may end up incorporating Charles' sea shanty idea later. It's one of the few of his ideas I understand.
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No, this note was not scribbled on a soiled bar napkin. I have more pride than that. I found it slightly laundered on a used bar receipt (not mine) with someone's phone number scribbled on it. I don't know who you intended to call you, (416) 231-6730, but you're mine now!
Did I end up incorporating the sea shanties, you (I) ask? Honestly, I don't remember, so it must have been a successful V-day after all.
As such, I would like to present you (me) with a scribbled note I'd forgotten I'd written until very recently, so I can throw the filthy thing away and not feel like I've lost anything. Ahem:
***
I've decided to call valentine's day V-day from now on, sort of like how Atheists call Christmas X-mas since, like them, I have no faith in the holiday's moniker. I thought briefly of calling it VD day, since that's what most people spend it contracting, but decided on the first because a V is half an X, and V-day has the candy but not the presents of X-mas, and therefore containts exactly half the joy.
On this, my yearly V-day bender, I'm at Van Go's in port credit. (misspelled, I think, because it's so close to the Port Credit GO station) I think I'll be waiting for my next highball for a while, because the sole bartender has drifted to the other end of the bar, where the loud, charismatic types are.
Pleasant surprise- more booze has been placed in front of me. Originally, I'd come here with dozen roses and a nice tie, which I stepped on and loosened fretfully, respectively, in hopes of having a bit of fun pretending I'd just been jilted by a capricious, unscrupulous woman. Fun as the idea was, I'm in a place called Van GO's, for chrissake. I should have expected the lack of a gritty, big mac type bartender that would complete the scene. Nothing's lost though, really, for the essential part- drinking, is well under way, and I may end up incorporating Charles' sea shanty idea later. It's one of the few of his ideas I understand.
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No, this note was not scribbled on a soiled bar napkin. I have more pride than that. I found it slightly laundered on a used bar receipt (not mine) with someone's phone number scribbled on it. I don't know who you intended to call you, (416) 231-6730, but you're mine now!
Did I end up incorporating the sea shanties, you (I) ask? Honestly, I don't remember, so it must have been a successful V-day after all.