Not a bad weekend

Inasmuch as I got one. I worked late Friday but got to come home to Elaine waiting for me. Saturday I was a work all day again, but the bright side of that is I've earned another day off which I will take Friday both for moving and so I can stay at the last-ever Brit-pop night at Luvafair to the bitter end. If anybody had Friday or Saturday off I could use help moving. No specific time or anything since there is no truck to pick up or anything like that. Hell there aren't even stairs involved... we're only talking about ten metres down the hall on the same floor. I'm not even bothering packing for this. This isn't really a move in my mind, I'm just rearranging all my stuff ;-)

Anyway, after work on Saturday it was time for some "exotic foreign food" (nods to Mike) from my favourite Chinese delivery and then off to Isaac's (via Christine's to share a cab) for his birthday shindig, which was a blast. After all, how can fourteen people in a six-person hot-tub not be fun?

I haven't had a chance to even look at the pictures I took yet, but expect to see them up on Gothic BC soon.

Going to this party was, in my mind, a bit of a milestone. I really wanted to go last year, but I didn't even have time to post about it. I was too busy pulling up carpets, painting, and otherwise going through all the disorganized shit involved with the disasterous move to North Van. I look back now on what I did post a few days later and realise how fucked up everything was from day one. Mr. Wizard wasn't even properly packed and there were a number of trips in my wagon to pick up his crap after the fact. Ivana's "friends" were of no use at all other than poor Graeme who was stuck with the job by Lori. The whole thing started out badly. It was hardly a month before I found myself pretty much living the basement, missing my friends, cancelling things I had planned for months, desperately scraping for a creative outlet, and just generally miserable. Well, this year I was there with someone wonderful who is just right, who doesn't want to change me, who doesn't make me feel like there is something wrong with me that I should need changing. Going to Isaac's party, sitting under the porch having a smoke with Elaine, sitting in the hot-tub with her and my friends that I so missed last year, smirking while Lori came around to check up on Graeme, they were all reminders of how right things are now and how wrong they were last year as I foolishly stepped into a circle of mistrust and misandrony.

Now it all feels so comfortable. Her friends are my friends. What I like, she likes. It's easy and real, whether we're living la vie bohème or napping with the cats on a Sunday afternoon. How could I have been so foolish, even when I saw it coming?

It's the end loser

Some nitwit has been attempting to collect a large number of pictures off the Gothic BC site for the last few days. Unfortunately the nitwit in question doesn't know that their hotmail account is full, so I've been getting a gazillion bounced messages. *sigh*

No surprise here!

	Magnificent at Midnight No doubt about it, you're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the hours when many have already given their last hurrah! You're one of those fine few who move with the moon and thrive when the sun has been down for hours. And that gives you lots of advantages. When most people are losing steam — at events, on the streets, at dinner parties, on the dance floor — you're just revving up, ready to amaze people with your charms, ideas, and thoughts about the world. It's pretty energizing to think that while you're at your peak, most of your neighbors are already falling into a deep, deep sleep. Unfortunately, there are some disadvantages to your midnight hours of power — like finding cold, stale coffee in the pot when you wake up, or realizing it's too late to call your friends when you have that spark of a great idea. Then there are those times when you have to get up early even though your body feels like it's only half-awake. But when that happens, all you really need is a sure-fire, pick-me-up — like a quick shot of caffeine, getting some exercise, or even taking a power shower to rejuvenate you. And once that happens, there's no stopping you as you move into a whole new power hour! Take the test.

Cooking with Gas

Well, turns out some more wiring is needed in the new apartment to bring it up to code. The electric stove has got to go and will be replaced with a gas stove. It will be a full-sized stove, not like the dinky thing in this apartment. The wiriing should be done this week, but since it will be a new gas line and meter that might not be finished in time. The plus side of this is that while I will still be starting to move things in this weekend and Elaine's moving day will still be the 8th, I'll still "officially" be here until the 15th. That eliminates the double-rent Elaine is stuck with and immediately means a few hundred extra toward her NYC fund. Janice is going to let me know what the full scoop is going to be with dates and such tomorrow, but it's all no big deal. Even if the gas isn't ready, this apartment isn't going to be rented right away so in an absolute worst case we'll have some things piled in the new apartment and living in this one. My only real concern is a smooth cut-over for the phone service and the servers. Right now that is scheduled for this Friday.

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