Saturday, January 27, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Party to Loud!
As you can see from the “Details” section of the notice the General doesn’t do grammar. So I don’t respect his authority and this document would most definitely not hold up in court. We took the literal translation of this “Detail” to mean that we had to reach the destination of Loud with our Party because we weren’t there yet (it reads Party to Loud). By that I mean that we were to “Party (until we got) to (the place) Loud” - wherever that might have been. This was not a problem and we found Loud at the bottom of a gin bottle and then moved from the apartment to the Raven (a.k.a. Dirty Bird) - which was dirty as always.
Basically Mark and I spent the entire weekend getting ready for the party and then today recovering from a hangover that feels like someone beat me all over with a hose full of marbles, spending extra time on my kidneys.
What did you do this weekend?
Thursday, January 11, 2007
One Year
It went down as:
Waterloo phone interview - sure
Ill be there. 8 day drive. 5 days of acclimatization to freeze ass cold then work. 6 months of adaptation, new people, work and more people - including 5 months of winter. Same time of givin it hell in sometimes what is a little damn place in nowhere alone. 6 more of work, summer fun, and a new winter realignment towards good times - summer brilliance carried over. Travels, aspirations, and not even the sky can be the limit. But goddamn if 1 year passing with a milestone marker like this one doesn't stop and make you think, re-examine, re-assume. A lifetime of experiences each year is pretty much how it should be.
I'm celebrating 1 year in the 'Knife anniversary and now in reading this so have you. Im going to have another beer and go to work again in the morning with what hopefully is a headache - most likely brought on by the scotch im soon to have post-beers consumption. Picture is from 1-year ago - symbolic? Poignant? - something anyway. But please just mail me jamesons as my one true regret of my northern location is i cant get jamesons for any decent price and i die inside just a little bit everytime i pay way too much for it (such is this year's determination)!
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I had a New Year eve in Yellowknife and am now a veteran. Went to the bar early and it was dead so went home to prepare for celebrations and then went back later and it was busy.
The Top Knight bar served until 3am at which point those of us left standing were left to our own devices. Mark and I needed food pretty bad. So we walked to some place called Bruno's Pizza -known for its late operating hours and selection of fine pastries and cold cucumber salads. There's also a big fish tank full of Beluga and you can pick your own caviar - and im a liar. This place was closed as it was in fact after 4am by this point (to the best of my knowledge).
On our way to Bruno's we had passed a lively stretch of crowded 50th street where revellers spilled from bars to waiting cabs and fights. As we stumbled on by many of these people were waiting in line for chinese food at the restaurant that never seems to close. This place called the Leisure Cafe is probably a good place for OCAD prissy students to go and get over themselves. We had passed on this venue due to the huge line.
After the lengthy stumble to Bruno's we retraced our steps to the Leisure Cafe which was at this point without a line and without an open door. In fact there was not a person on the entire street, not even a car - just empty bars. Upon further inspection of the premises there was a sign taped to the wall next to a windowless green plank door that said "Ring Bell for service". Without hesitation and with thoughts of sweet and sour chicken egging him on, mark rang the bell. A portal swung open in the centre of the door and a wizard of oz experience was had.
Some wizened chinese lady stuck her head out of the portal and said "What you want?" Startled, I responded "2 Combo A's". Without pause she replied "You get combo B, 25$ now." That seemed like a deal. But despite marks protestation to the opposite, we had to wait outside. Slam went the portal. 5 minutes later she was back and asked for one more dollar. I gave her one.
15 minutes later after freezing, being entirely weirded out by an empty street that minutes earlier had been over-run with the after bar crowds, and badly wanting some chinese food - we got chinese food. Then the fuzz buzzed us and we went home to eat what is the best chinese food ive ever had.
I will let the pictures speak for themselves as they do a better job of it than I do. Also, i look retarded in some of them. Pretty good.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Planners and Friends.
So now I am returned from the mildly civilized south to the oddly mild winter of the north, having managed to once again fly with a lovely hangover – tradition maintained. Along with my luggage and Christmas gifts I also brought a truckload of memories back with me and am dumping some of them onto this site in the form of pictures.
Remind me to never again go to a bar that makes you sit down before they will serve you drinks and won’t let you buy from the bar and when you are standing up they ask you to sit down – that’s pretty close to kidnapping in my book and that’s not cool. They should change the name from the Green Room to “Lame Bar That Could be Nice But It’s Run By Prissy OCAD Students Who Didn’t Get a Good Tip When the Planners Came to Town” – or maybe something shorter.
During my vacation it was good to see old friends and make new friends and see some family and I mostly enjoyed the part where I wasn’t at work – in short.
These pictures are all from the party on the 29th. I didn’t get pics of everyone as I ran out of film. So if you were someone at this party and have some good ones send them and Ill post them for all to appreciate.
Thanks to those who came out – it does not get any better and we only broke one glass!!
Piping Hot.
This picture only makes sense when you understand that the pipe that Max is touching is very very hot. Just cause you go north to whitehorse and become a planner doesnt mean that you need to grow a beard so people can tell us apart (here im talking about a paralell in our circumstances - funny... get it?). Nice beard.
Hand figures.
Rickett asked me to not post any embarassing photos like the last time we got together. But then he went and struck this pose which is exactly like the last time we got together and its too funny not to - sorry Rickett.
Last time is: http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/207/9421/1024/DSCN1157.jpg