malajubsted
Last evening I had what I believe at some point in time, possibly this one, what would be refered to as 'a grand old time.' The evening began with me watching my habs lose to the cursed philadelphia flyers. the flyers suck, so the result was unexpected and disappointing. After this I went to a party where the person I was supposed to meet was not there. So I was forced to 'socialize.' My socializing took a positive turn when me and the woman who was hanging up curtains in her new house came to the conclusion that a whole lot of drilling could be avoided if the curtain rod was just flipped a lil bit and rested on pre existing mounts. That is probably the most successful peace of home adjusting i have ever been involved with. When people started to show up at the party it was good and I saw some folks I hadn't seen for a long time and had a particularly good conversation with a woman I knew from no one is illegal stuff.
Then I had to leave the party to go see malajube. That shit was allright. Those quebecers rocked out on the loud end of that particular spectrum. One of my favourite things about the show was a super fan, who I probably would have hated if I had been around him. Dude was losing his shit, non stop, in between songs, during songs, while the band was offstage, when one keyboard player walked off to vomit, when the same player returned from vomitting. Superfan was getting as sick as the band.
It was the only time I have seen a band smash their equipment. A guitar, which upon encore the smasher valued at one thousand dollars, and a keyboard. Take that instruments. I watched the show with tat, lee was there too, but he has no cell phone, so he is, for periods of time, dead to me.
When lee came back to life we went for a beer at the tap. The tankhouse at that place is delicious. We talked about politics. We are for it.
After my beer with lee I returned to the house party. There was dancing. This made me happy. So I danced until the dance floor waned out and I embodied drunkness to a degree that I felt the need to return home. Had the dance floor not hit the skids I probably would have stuck around longer. But when the beat stops I guess I do too.
On friday I met up with people in my program. This was awesome. I was so stoked. The only person I knew well at the meeting was my friend ricky. Everyone else was a first year m.a. student and I had a great time talking about our department and what not. I didn't connect with many people in my program last year. The only person I met from my year that I hang out with is ricky. The other person I see from time to time is beenash, but I knew her from before school. So it was good to meet some people who I figure there are strong possibilities for us hanging out like friends. This means that I am looking forward to the department party on friday. Where there will hopefully be as many pomegranite martinis a flying as they were last year.
After that I watched the habs beat buffalo which was good as buffalo is one of the best teams in the league. Then I went out for a brew with katie, simon and j. good times were had by all, especially on the walk home when simon bought a bag of smartfood popcorn, which I enjoyed very much.
Friday I also hung out with leslie which was deadly. We looked at pictures at the AGO and then looked at moving pictures at the cinemateque and then ate our weight in grilled bread cheese and meat at the rebel house. If you are in the market for a nice grilled cheese our club house I'm a tell you that the rebel house will treat you right. I was a little vexed to see that the meatloaf sandwhich which I had enjoyed previously was no longer on the menu. I figure sandwhiches are the most honest place for meatloaf based on the name, which means it is honesty, ergo best policy, possibly best practice, possibly work related for my research stuff.
ON sunday me and lee ate KFC. Lee suggested it. I agreed. I don't know why. KFC is gross. Full on. I then read a bunch of the new upping the anti which is a journal a few of my friends work hard on. I really like it. ALl the stuff is good. I quite liked this critique of this gramsci is dead book by andrew thompson. So you should buy the issue and then read that shit. You can google upping the anti and the site will come up.
This week i have a full day of bargaining to look forward to, whoop de fuck.
Then I had to leave the party to go see malajube. That shit was allright. Those quebecers rocked out on the loud end of that particular spectrum. One of my favourite things about the show was a super fan, who I probably would have hated if I had been around him. Dude was losing his shit, non stop, in between songs, during songs, while the band was offstage, when one keyboard player walked off to vomit, when the same player returned from vomitting. Superfan was getting as sick as the band.
It was the only time I have seen a band smash their equipment. A guitar, which upon encore the smasher valued at one thousand dollars, and a keyboard. Take that instruments. I watched the show with tat, lee was there too, but he has no cell phone, so he is, for periods of time, dead to me.
When lee came back to life we went for a beer at the tap. The tankhouse at that place is delicious. We talked about politics. We are for it.
After my beer with lee I returned to the house party. There was dancing. This made me happy. So I danced until the dance floor waned out and I embodied drunkness to a degree that I felt the need to return home. Had the dance floor not hit the skids I probably would have stuck around longer. But when the beat stops I guess I do too.
On friday I met up with people in my program. This was awesome. I was so stoked. The only person I knew well at the meeting was my friend ricky. Everyone else was a first year m.a. student and I had a great time talking about our department and what not. I didn't connect with many people in my program last year. The only person I met from my year that I hang out with is ricky. The other person I see from time to time is beenash, but I knew her from before school. So it was good to meet some people who I figure there are strong possibilities for us hanging out like friends. This means that I am looking forward to the department party on friday. Where there will hopefully be as many pomegranite martinis a flying as they were last year.
After that I watched the habs beat buffalo which was good as buffalo is one of the best teams in the league. Then I went out for a brew with katie, simon and j. good times were had by all, especially on the walk home when simon bought a bag of smartfood popcorn, which I enjoyed very much.
Friday I also hung out with leslie which was deadly. We looked at pictures at the AGO and then looked at moving pictures at the cinemateque and then ate our weight in grilled bread cheese and meat at the rebel house. If you are in the market for a nice grilled cheese our club house I'm a tell you that the rebel house will treat you right. I was a little vexed to see that the meatloaf sandwhich which I had enjoyed previously was no longer on the menu. I figure sandwhiches are the most honest place for meatloaf based on the name, which means it is honesty, ergo best policy, possibly best practice, possibly work related for my research stuff.
ON sunday me and lee ate KFC. Lee suggested it. I agreed. I don't know why. KFC is gross. Full on. I then read a bunch of the new upping the anti which is a journal a few of my friends work hard on. I really like it. ALl the stuff is good. I quite liked this critique of this gramsci is dead book by andrew thompson. So you should buy the issue and then read that shit. You can google upping the anti and the site will come up.
This week i have a full day of bargaining to look forward to, whoop de fuck.