gettin' it done...
East Van styles...
The Weekend began on Friday evening, off work at six. Huge sigh of relief into errand mode. 6 litres of wine and 6 pounds of fruit. 4 litres of soda and preparations for Saturday had begun.
Spent the rest of the evening engaged in conversation with a good friend who leaves for Alberta in a week or so to complete her institutionalized dogmatic educational program (PhD by 27... good on yah Dana D )Media and vodka flowed and i believe there was a random drunken LJ post in there somewhere. I kept my wits about me and managed to get about 3 hours of sleep in time to meet a financial advisor at Van City. The result of which was my first credit card (cue ominous thunder and "dun dun dun" noise). I don't know whether it's commendable in this day and age, or sad, that i'm 27 and only now getting a credit card.(A secure pre-paid one at that) I figure commendable, given my 25k student debt and the fact that being a secured card i don't actually go into debt with it but can still build/repair my less than stellar credit rating... (oh but there's a rant in the near future about that whole situation...)
Business taken care of i headed home to my seemingly new apartment. I just obtained about 4oo square feet of studio space in a nearby building and have moved all my art supplies out of my apartment, hopefully this will allow me to actually get shit done now that i have a more isolated space outside of my domicile. Anyhow, it's amazing how refreshing and cathartic it is to move your stuff around. Just shifting my bed 90 degrees and moving it across the room has presented a whole new feeling in my tiny apartment. Feng Shui Muthafucka! The bonus of having furniture should also be appreciated by friends who drop by, as they no longer have to sit on my bed...
Relaxed at home and watched The Matador which was at times humorous but given my sleep deprived state was somewhat lack-lustre. Beer was the remedy. More specifically the kegger/art-party/garage sale/BBq at Dorthy June and Scotland's... Arrived around 2pm and we were off... With wild salmon and burgers on the grill we drank in the back yard to the crooning of Sinatra and Aha's Take on Me while i prayed for the sun to come out for the impending evening at Trout Lake for the illuminaries festival. The entire backyard looked like some sort of art installation with a variety of actual canvases displayed amongst clothing, media relics, DVD's electronics and knick-knacks and Chotchkeys...
Alexis showed up around 4 and we headed off to Jessica's to watch her clean her house and start denting the 9 or so litres of Sangria i had concocted. Jay and Fiona showed up after dinner and we all bussed over to Trout lake.
Now, in theory Illuminaries is a magical evening of fun and excitement. In reality it's as boring as fuck unless you are tripping on psychedelics or wasted drunk. We had maintiained a consistent level of intoxication through out the day but definitley felt it was time to kick it up a notch. Saget style. We downed the 4 litres of Gronk i had packed in two travel thermos', then harrased Lewis into picking us up a 26er of Vodka and 2 litres of Oj. The Screwdrivers were potent and passed around like a Bangkok whore on a Saturday night when the Navy's in town. Our conversation got louder, our topics more vulgar. I believe at one point there was a discussion about homosexual dolphin sex in the wild involving the penetration of the blow-hole. My friends. All class.
Our generation bores easily. Kids showed up, kids left. Fireworks went of. We were unimpressed. The vodka ran low but the corn dogs were plentiful. Have you ever eaten one of these magical "food" items? Having fully fallen off the veggie wagon i descended like a relapsed crackhead to the depths of the low-end of the food spectrum. A hotdog of questionable quality on a stick coated in a sweet corn batter then fried. I'm fucking sold! It was like God came in my mouth. Put some mustard on that thing and cram it down my gullet. Mmmmmmm... Then eeewww... kinda dirty feeling but good dirty. Like sweaty drunk sex with a stranger... It feels great, but... well, you know... (or don't in which case...)
We retreated to Jessica's house around 11:30pm and were joined by Ben and Kara, Jay and Fiona bailed because they are old and don't have the balls to party like us young Turks (ouch...i'm gonna pay for that in the future...) There was a ton of Sangria left and i ran home to grab another litre of wine and a half bottle of Vodka. Neal and Eben arrived around midnight along with Dave soon after. Arianna never showed up. Her loss, although i haven't heard how the rest of her night went yet so we'll see... Calls were made, kids were in bed. Lame. We more than made up for our small numbers and i soon became squinty eyed which weems to have necessitated some slapping of my face by my close friends. They had fun, i had fun, good times for all. The rest of the wine went into the sangria which was now a mix of white and red wine plus the rest of Jess's Schlossloderheimer plus a good dose of Vodka. Franken-sangria but the shit was tasty and got the job done and really that's all we ask. A slight reprieve from our shallow meaningless lives...No, but yah... but no right? Ouch again (See: Viki, Little Britain) Anyway, 3am arrived as it has a way of doing and we hailed a couple cabs to escape to unconsciousness. We bailed on ours though for a ride with Dave and headed off to Alexis's place...
Sunday i slept in until 1 and woke up refreshed with no discernable hangover. (Sweet) Spent the day setting up my studio then followed it with a 3 hour ink session at Funhouse. Tattoo is coming along nicely. Grabbed din at Foundation with E and then hauled some furniture to my apartment. Watched an episode of 24 and passed out around Midnight. I fucking love my life and my friends... Thanks guys and thanks booze... you, much like my friends, very rarely let me down...
End Communication.
The Weekend began on Friday evening, off work at six. Huge sigh of relief into errand mode. 6 litres of wine and 6 pounds of fruit. 4 litres of soda and preparations for Saturday had begun.
Spent the rest of the evening engaged in conversation with a good friend who leaves for Alberta in a week or so to complete her institutionalized dogmatic educational program (PhD by 27... good on yah Dana D )Media and vodka flowed and i believe there was a random drunken LJ post in there somewhere. I kept my wits about me and managed to get about 3 hours of sleep in time to meet a financial advisor at Van City. The result of which was my first credit card (cue ominous thunder and "dun dun dun" noise). I don't know whether it's commendable in this day and age, or sad, that i'm 27 and only now getting a credit card.(A secure pre-paid one at that) I figure commendable, given my 25k student debt and the fact that being a secured card i don't actually go into debt with it but can still build/repair my less than stellar credit rating... (oh but there's a rant in the near future about that whole situation...)
Business taken care of i headed home to my seemingly new apartment. I just obtained about 4oo square feet of studio space in a nearby building and have moved all my art supplies out of my apartment, hopefully this will allow me to actually get shit done now that i have a more isolated space outside of my domicile. Anyhow, it's amazing how refreshing and cathartic it is to move your stuff around. Just shifting my bed 90 degrees and moving it across the room has presented a whole new feeling in my tiny apartment. Feng Shui Muthafucka! The bonus of having furniture should also be appreciated by friends who drop by, as they no longer have to sit on my bed...
Relaxed at home and watched The Matador which was at times humorous but given my sleep deprived state was somewhat lack-lustre. Beer was the remedy. More specifically the kegger/art-party/garage sale/BBq at Dorthy June and Scotland's... Arrived around 2pm and we were off... With wild salmon and burgers on the grill we drank in the back yard to the crooning of Sinatra and Aha's Take on Me while i prayed for the sun to come out for the impending evening at Trout Lake for the illuminaries festival. The entire backyard looked like some sort of art installation with a variety of actual canvases displayed amongst clothing, media relics, DVD's electronics and knick-knacks and Chotchkeys...
Alexis showed up around 4 and we headed off to Jessica's to watch her clean her house and start denting the 9 or so litres of Sangria i had concocted. Jay and Fiona showed up after dinner and we all bussed over to Trout lake.
Now, in theory Illuminaries is a magical evening of fun and excitement. In reality it's as boring as fuck unless you are tripping on psychedelics or wasted drunk. We had maintiained a consistent level of intoxication through out the day but definitley felt it was time to kick it up a notch. Saget style. We downed the 4 litres of Gronk i had packed in two travel thermos', then harrased Lewis into picking us up a 26er of Vodka and 2 litres of Oj. The Screwdrivers were potent and passed around like a Bangkok whore on a Saturday night when the Navy's in town. Our conversation got louder, our topics more vulgar. I believe at one point there was a discussion about homosexual dolphin sex in the wild involving the penetration of the blow-hole. My friends. All class.
Our generation bores easily. Kids showed up, kids left. Fireworks went of. We were unimpressed. The vodka ran low but the corn dogs were plentiful. Have you ever eaten one of these magical "food" items? Having fully fallen off the veggie wagon i descended like a relapsed crackhead to the depths of the low-end of the food spectrum. A hotdog of questionable quality on a stick coated in a sweet corn batter then fried. I'm fucking sold! It was like God came in my mouth. Put some mustard on that thing and cram it down my gullet. Mmmmmmm... Then eeewww... kinda dirty feeling but good dirty. Like sweaty drunk sex with a stranger... It feels great, but... well, you know... (or don't in which case...)
We retreated to Jessica's house around 11:30pm and were joined by Ben and Kara, Jay and Fiona bailed because they are old and don't have the balls to party like us young Turks (ouch...i'm gonna pay for that in the future...) There was a ton of Sangria left and i ran home to grab another litre of wine and a half bottle of Vodka. Neal and Eben arrived around midnight along with Dave soon after. Arianna never showed up. Her loss, although i haven't heard how the rest of her night went yet so we'll see... Calls were made, kids were in bed. Lame. We more than made up for our small numbers and i soon became squinty eyed which weems to have necessitated some slapping of my face by my close friends. They had fun, i had fun, good times for all. The rest of the wine went into the sangria which was now a mix of white and red wine plus the rest of Jess's Schlossloderheimer plus a good dose of Vodka. Franken-sangria but the shit was tasty and got the job done and really that's all we ask. A slight reprieve from our shallow meaningless lives...No, but yah... but no right? Ouch again (See: Viki, Little Britain) Anyway, 3am arrived as it has a way of doing and we hailed a couple cabs to escape to unconsciousness. We bailed on ours though for a ride with Dave and headed off to Alexis's place...
Sunday i slept in until 1 and woke up refreshed with no discernable hangover. (Sweet) Spent the day setting up my studio then followed it with a 3 hour ink session at Funhouse. Tattoo is coming along nicely. Grabbed din at Foundation with E and then hauled some furniture to my apartment. Watched an episode of 24 and passed out around Midnight. I fucking love my life and my friends... Thanks guys and thanks booze... you, much like my friends, very rarely let me down...
End Communication.