electric lavender
Last night a bunch of us went to dinner at Red Lobster. I cannot stress how great it was. The service was pretty slow, but the food was so delicious and I want to go back to try their bisque. I need to have more seafood in my life. Then I went to do a set at the Queenshead. It was my first time being there since they reopened, and the renovations totally opened up the space. It's pretty nice in there now. I can't believe how long I have been allowed to DJ in this city already, I would've thought interest would fizzle out after a few gigs, and people would realise I have no talent whatsoever or something and boo me out of the booth. Magically, that hasn't happened yet. I am pretty grateful for that.
So this morning, I rode my bike around town and it was beautiful. Listening to my iPod and pedalling around and feelin alright. And then as I'm coming home, going north on Jarvis, grooving along to some Factory Records stuff, I suddenly realise my left leg is hitting air while my right one is still making circles. The left pedal had clean come off!! I look back and there's my pedal lying in the street and the light's about to change and I just know someone will run over the damn thing. So I drop my bike on the sidewalk and run down to pick up my pedal, then proceed to totally bug out on the sidewalk about it falling off!
Feeling pretty lucky that I wasn't weaving through traffic or something when it happened. Eeesh.