Frohe Weihnachten!
...Er, meaning, Merry Christmas! Hope you're all doing well!
I never beat NaNo this year. Too much stuff on my plate. Oh well!
I decided to learn German. Only, I'm terrible at self-teaching...I bought about 4 books, plus a dictionary, and very slowly I am in fact learning German.
What made me take this on, you ask?
Well, Paul is German. Well, American-born German. Granted he doesn't speak German. But we plan on travelling to Germany at some point, for Oktoberfest, so it's probably useful - trying to talk to people who are drunk, in anything but their native language might be difficult.
Oh, oh, oh! I saw Sara Barielles LIVE!! And she was AMAZING!! My cellphone takes crappy photos, so there aren't any of the event, but she was just amazing! Her two openers were Holly Conlan, who was amazing herself, and Cary Brothers, who is, in fact, one man, not a bunch of brothers. He was pretty awesome as well.
At one point Paul got up to go to the washroom, and came back with a signed CD from Holly Conlan for me - he's so sweet :) She signed it Happy Birthday as well, and later when Paul brought me back to meet her, she knew who I was instantly, and told me Happy Birthday. She was really nice.
Cary Brothers was nice as well, Paul dragged me over to meet him as well, and they stood there talking for a good ten minutes. (He knows who Paul is, as Paul used to do music/concert reviews, and had seen Cary in concert before) And then he signed a poster to both of us. :D
I had a nice little hang over the next day, combined with being deluxe-sick. Reminder to self, never combine cold medicine with alcohol. I felt sick anyways without making that silly mistake.
Later the same week we went and saw another concert, Jason Collett, with Ian, the pastor at Paul's church. He's a good guy, him and Paul spent most of the trip there and back talking about records and recording and music. Ian, aside from being a pastor, also has his own independent recording studio.
Jason Collett was pretty cool to see live, his tour right now is all in small off-the-beaten-track venues. So, this particular venue was the Biltmore Cabaret in Vancouver. Certainly not the Commodore Ballroom, thats for sure.
His two opening acts were....meh, at best. The first girl I felt like I was listening to nails on a chalkboard, and the second guy was mediocre at best.
But then Jason Collett came on, and it was awesome. Perhaps not the best for sound quality, in this venue, but his talents exceeded the venue and it didn't really matter. He is one of Canadas best folk singers for a reason.
I got one of his t-shirts after the show, and he was running his own merch table, which was crazy and awesome all at the same time. He was really nice when I got my shirt as well. :)
This deer had beer sunglasses. Possibly the most unique venue ever, in terms of decor, at least.
The other night I had a weird dream. I don't know how it came about, since I didn't have Star Wars on the brain before I went to bed, no anything to do with time travel...but here is what I remember.
I was going around this military base, either rebel or empire, not sure which, but we were riding around in a military truck. Not a speeder, a truck. With wheels. This part was one of the more vivid parts, because I distinctly remember looking up and being in awe as we traveled underneath the big AT-ATs - and there were lots of them. Paul, when I told him about this, suggested that, if in fact it was a rebel base, that they were stolen AT-ATs.
Anyways, I was going around this base trying to track down these Jedi that had appeared, and I was the only one who knew who they were and where they were from. Apparently they had all been thrown forward in time, like, from pre-Old Republic era - when there was a plethora of Jedi around. But the time when the dream took place, was post-original trilogy era - so anyone who saw them was terrified of them, and no idea how to deal with them.
Anyways, one part of my dream didn't involve me, it was an aerial view of the Jedi fighting with people in some sort of hall. Paul seemed to think that the fact that I wasn't physically present in this part, is an indication that I'm not self centered. The simple fact that I have a blog, and I write about myself, must indicate that I am, actually, on some level, sort of self centered though, so I'm not so sure about his comments.
Of course shortly after that, my phone went off from a text message from Paul, and I woke up.
It's getting to that point in my relationship with Paul, where both sides the family field are itching to meet us. His entire family seems pretty curious about me, and to be honest, I've never felt like so many people want to meet me. It's slightly intimidating. My parents aren't quite so anxious...but they are getting tired of hearing all about this fantastic guy, yet never having met him. They get the first encounter, however, since they have an easier schedule to work with. So after work on Sunday, we're meeting them for dinner. Dear God, please don't let my Mother embarass me. I'm not too concerned about my Dad, but my Mum, .... yeah.
So far, first meeting with his family....well, technically it's not their first time meeting me is it? I met them, and his brother and sister in law, at Easter. Mind you at that point we were still only weeks into our relationship, and so to prevent them questioning me and him, he simply called me his Lady friend, and left it at that. I wonder if they'll remember me. Haha. "Second" meeting is certainly more official, but so far, all I know is that I'm welcome to see them on Christmas, but I probably won't, 'cause, you know, I want to see my own family. He invited me to the family get together in January, and thats all arranged...although we both want to get the first meeting done with before the end of the year. Ah well, it'll happen eventually.
It seems slightly old fashioned, I guess. And a bit weird to me, all my previous relationships, family meeting was all done and handled by the end of the first month. It's been 9 months with Paul, and only now is it happening for us. Hmm.
And that is a nice long update on where my life is right now. I can't promise another update before Christmas, but there will probably be one shortly after, or perhaps after New Years.
I never beat NaNo this year. Too much stuff on my plate. Oh well!
I decided to learn German. Only, I'm terrible at self-teaching...I bought about 4 books, plus a dictionary, and very slowly I am in fact learning German.
What made me take this on, you ask?
Well, Paul is German. Well, American-born German. Granted he doesn't speak German. But we plan on travelling to Germany at some point, for Oktoberfest, so it's probably useful - trying to talk to people who are drunk, in anything but their native language might be difficult.
Oh, oh, oh! I saw Sara Barielles LIVE!! And she was AMAZING!! My cellphone takes crappy photos, so there aren't any of the event, but she was just amazing! Her two openers were Holly Conlan, who was amazing herself, and Cary Brothers, who is, in fact, one man, not a bunch of brothers. He was pretty awesome as well.
At one point Paul got up to go to the washroom, and came back with a signed CD from Holly Conlan for me - he's so sweet :) She signed it Happy Birthday as well, and later when Paul brought me back to meet her, she knew who I was instantly, and told me Happy Birthday. She was really nice.
Cary Brothers was nice as well, Paul dragged me over to meet him as well, and they stood there talking for a good ten minutes. (He knows who Paul is, as Paul used to do music/concert reviews, and had seen Cary in concert before) And then he signed a poster to both of us. :D
I had a nice little hang over the next day, combined with being deluxe-sick. Reminder to self, never combine cold medicine with alcohol. I felt sick anyways without making that silly mistake.
Click to viewLater the same week we went and saw another concert, Jason Collett, with Ian, the pastor at Paul's church. He's a good guy, him and Paul spent most of the trip there and back talking about records and recording and music. Ian, aside from being a pastor, also has his own independent recording studio.
Jason Collett was pretty cool to see live, his tour right now is all in small off-the-beaten-track venues. So, this particular venue was the Biltmore Cabaret in Vancouver. Certainly not the Commodore Ballroom, thats for sure.
His two opening acts were....meh, at best. The first girl I felt like I was listening to nails on a chalkboard, and the second guy was mediocre at best.
But then Jason Collett came on, and it was awesome. Perhaps not the best for sound quality, in this venue, but his talents exceeded the venue and it didn't really matter. He is one of Canadas best folk singers for a reason.
I got one of his t-shirts after the show, and he was running his own merch table, which was crazy and awesome all at the same time. He was really nice when I got my shirt as well. :)
This deer had beer sunglasses. Possibly the most unique venue ever, in terms of decor, at least.
The other night I had a weird dream. I don't know how it came about, since I didn't have Star Wars on the brain before I went to bed, no anything to do with time travel...but here is what I remember.
I was going around this military base, either rebel or empire, not sure which, but we were riding around in a military truck. Not a speeder, a truck. With wheels. This part was one of the more vivid parts, because I distinctly remember looking up and being in awe as we traveled underneath the big AT-ATs - and there were lots of them. Paul, when I told him about this, suggested that, if in fact it was a rebel base, that they were stolen AT-ATs.
Anyways, I was going around this base trying to track down these Jedi that had appeared, and I was the only one who knew who they were and where they were from. Apparently they had all been thrown forward in time, like, from pre-Old Republic era - when there was a plethora of Jedi around. But the time when the dream took place, was post-original trilogy era - so anyone who saw them was terrified of them, and no idea how to deal with them.
Anyways, one part of my dream didn't involve me, it was an aerial view of the Jedi fighting with people in some sort of hall. Paul seemed to think that the fact that I wasn't physically present in this part, is an indication that I'm not self centered. The simple fact that I have a blog, and I write about myself, must indicate that I am, actually, on some level, sort of self centered though, so I'm not so sure about his comments.
Of course shortly after that, my phone went off from a text message from Paul, and I woke up.
It's getting to that point in my relationship with Paul, where both sides the family field are itching to meet us. His entire family seems pretty curious about me, and to be honest, I've never felt like so many people want to meet me. It's slightly intimidating. My parents aren't quite so anxious...but they are getting tired of hearing all about this fantastic guy, yet never having met him. They get the first encounter, however, since they have an easier schedule to work with. So after work on Sunday, we're meeting them for dinner. Dear God, please don't let my Mother embarass me. I'm not too concerned about my Dad, but my Mum, .... yeah.
So far, first meeting with his family....well, technically it's not their first time meeting me is it? I met them, and his brother and sister in law, at Easter. Mind you at that point we were still only weeks into our relationship, and so to prevent them questioning me and him, he simply called me his Lady friend, and left it at that. I wonder if they'll remember me. Haha. "Second" meeting is certainly more official, but so far, all I know is that I'm welcome to see them on Christmas, but I probably won't, 'cause, you know, I want to see my own family. He invited me to the family get together in January, and thats all arranged...although we both want to get the first meeting done with before the end of the year. Ah well, it'll happen eventually.
It seems slightly old fashioned, I guess. And a bit weird to me, all my previous relationships, family meeting was all done and handled by the end of the first month. It's been 9 months with Paul, and only now is it happening for us. Hmm.
And that is a nice long update on where my life is right now. I can't promise another update before Christmas, but there will probably be one shortly after, or perhaps after New Years.