Three Quarters In...

The Lovely Linny,

It was 37 degrees here in the Best Coast today, so I’m blogging from outside on my balcony under the pink sunset. Why have I never thought of this before??? I can look west and see mountains from where I stand here in Burnaby. I can never understand where they are. Some say it’s Point Grey. Others say it’s as far as Vancouver Island. Right now, I don’t care. I’m pretty sure they will build 30 storey buildings there soon and I won’t be able to see them at all. But those buildings are not there now, and that’s all that matters to me tonight. I’m ¾ into a bottle of white wine and I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the best place to be. I always think I should take it that one step further and drink the rest of the bottle (I am my father’s daughter after all) but really, it’s somewhere in that vicinity for me that it usually goes from thought provoking to loser drunk. 3/4s in. That’s the place I wish I could be the rest of my life….



Lately I’ve been staying home a lot, partly due to the load of work I have in my last semester of VFS, but mainly due to lack of funds…which I’m really okay with. I’ve been “renting” movies from the library lately that I’ve always wanted to see… Kirusawa’s Ikiru, Truffaut’s Jules and Jim, Midnight Cowboy…even Whale Rider. The library is like a free Blockbuster Video with way cooler movies. I like it. And these last few months I’ve realized something about Vancouver that I never thought I would think… Here I don’t think about money. It’s weird, cuz it’s a big city with great fashion and high priced real estate. But I don’t. Perhaps it’s these writer friends I keep. In fact, I’m pretty sure it is. But lately I’ve been really happy and in a not-wanting state of mind. It’s completely liberating.



Just sitting on my balcony, watching the pink sunset, drinking wine by myself. Of course a little whiff of the B.C bud goes by. These are the times I don’t mind being alone. And I don’t really want to go back inside. Not just because it’s so damn hot, but because that’s where I’ll remember how much I miss people….like you. But soon I’ll have someone living with me to keep me company. My knight in shining…blue “Go Home Art Fag Scum” shirt and Brody jeans. I can’t wait. So, in light of my tipsy nostalgia tonight, I present you with some pics from last October at the Opus in Calgary. I don’t know if I mentioned it to you at the time, but I distinctly remember thinking that night that I thought this was the last time you, me, Noomie, Y-Roc, and Ry-Guy were ever going to be all together at once at 1313. I distinctly remember thinking that. And then Cory shoved Ryan through a piece of drywall in their suits and ties, and I lost my train of thought. But I hope it's not the last time, cuz we’re all a lot of fun.

Enjoy,

Sids

P.S. I'm sure we'll all enjoy the photo evidence of your whorish texting caught live on camera

P.P.S. The reason there aren't any pics of Noomie here is because he'd already pissed off my cousin's friend by this point and gone home. Apparently she still talks about him. Ha ha

P.P.P.S. Where was Wayne this night? That's really a shame. Too bad we didn't get any of Heff either. He made our night just that much more fan-dam-tastic!