what a fantastic day I've had so far! and it's only 11am! Craig left for work early because he was getting a ride from Bob, so I took my time and then walked with Colin. We exchanged fantastic gossip, actually - HE gave me gossip, and I didn't even have to give any or pry at all! Awesome. But shocking, the things I found out! I stopped at the gas station (!) and got MY FIRST EVER Krispy Kreme donut. Although it turned out to be nothing special, the packaging was very exciting! I love that logo! I walked to work, and the weather is fucking fantastic! CHINOOK CITY! love it. Now, I'm sitting here and the only thing that is bugging me is this fucking customer that's been in here since 9:45am, who keeps asking me for the most obscure shit. what does obscure mean? anyway. I think he thinks he's "stumping" me, but really - I just don't care. "nope. don't have it." "oh, but you really should carry it! you should order the whole discography in! he was really popular way back when..." dude. if I had a nickle for everytime some dude off the street told me "we really should carry" some gay fucking shit title, I'd probably have $100. Which, in the scheme of things, isn't much, but that's like, 400 people. I think? my math skills aren't really all that sharp.
anyhow.
Let me tell you about MY WEEKEND!
Friday night:
Craig, Bob & I walked to Broken City to see SHOUT OUT OUT OUT OUT from Edmonton, and Chromeo. The place was fucking packed! It was awesome. Shout Out Out Out Out had like, 6 keyboards, 2 Drums, 4 dudes, some guitars, bass whatever, etc. And a robot voice. It was the best thing I've seen all year. Maybe not, but the show was in my top 3 shows of 2004. I'm not sure what the other 2 are, but I'm sure I'll remember. Dude. The whole place was dancing, fist pumping, chanting etc. It was crazy. And one of the drummers made me want to smash my face against the wall, he was so cute! fuck. Vanessa was hammered, more than I've ever seen her. Same with Trevor. Actually, everyone was fucked up. It was pretty fun. Chromeo was awesome, but for sure Shout Out Out Out Out stole that fucking show. So rad. Craig & I left, and went home to bed. Bob came home late and announced to the house when he reached the top of the stairs: "I APOLOGIZE FOR WAKING YOU, BUT THIS IS SOMETHING YOU'RE GONNA WANT TO DREAM TO!" and proceeded to blast this song that he just wrote/recorded. I giggled and kicked my feet at how endearing it was that he did that, but craig leaped (lept?) out of bed, tapped on Bob's door and said "that's enough, Bob!" to which Bob quickly replied "sorry, sorry!" and went downstairs to, presumably, make Ichiban.
SATURDAY:
Met the mom at Northill Mall. Looked for Kortnay in HMV. Picked up my new glasses (2nd pair) and then my mom bought me some groceries. We came back down here, and walked to the Fire Escape to paint pottery. There is a super cute dude there who I would like to be the father of my children. Not because I'm super hot for him, but because he's so cute with kids! Then we went for lunch, and shopping on 17th.
I went home, had a super bath, and then walked to the Drum to see Dan. Then I went to Bil's house for some beer and casual conversation with the Frenchies. The Frenchies are these 2 dudes, Greg & Arthur, who are here for a month from Paris, on a snowboarding vacation. Greg speaks pretty good English, Arthur does not. So fun!
Ron came to Bil's and then Bil's Colin came, and we all went up to the Liberty Lounge for the Stars show. It was ok, but I was super bored by the time the end came. All I wanted was a Teen Burger and my bed.
SUNDAY:
Woke up and went to work out. Came home, talked to my sister on the telephone for quite a while. Went to CO-OP to get ground beef. Weird hey? Looked for Glenn in the aisles, but didn't see him. Went home. Made a sappy mix-tape. Layed on bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time, thinking about all kinds of things. It was weird, but still sort of good. Craig called, home from his show in Edmonton, and I went over. We went right up to his bed to watch TV because his couch was er...occupied, and suddenly he pulled the covers over my head and kicked me off the bed onto the floor where I landed on my HEAD! Fucker. He laughed harder than I've ever heard anyone laugh, and so I pulled all the covers down, and used a water bottle as a pillow, and stayed down there until he leaned his head over the edge of the bed and apologized and asked me to come back up. I AM AN ABUSED GIRLFRIEND! he claims he kicked me off because I "grabbed his boys" but I only did that because he was trying to suffocate me!
jesus.
love, Twyla.
