And now it's June.
I guess I could sum up the last week, yes? Having not stopped in to do so at any point, I guess there's stuff to go over.
Friday was, of course, Kink night at Detours. Once a month I wonder how, exactly, this has become a regular occurance in my life. It is not, at first glance (or even close examination) the sort of event you'd think I was into. But now a friend of mine is doing the fetish shows (and, oh my God, her debut was so hot I almost fainted), so it looks like I'm stuck with it. Spent the majority of this particular Kink night handcuffed to the G-Unit. I don't know why. But at least we were ultimately released: showing up at work the next morning still in the ruddy things just would have been awkward.
Sunday was Lilac festival. Many of the folks on my friends list were apparantly out and about in the seething crowd of people just outside my building, but I didn't see a one of 'em. Well, I'm pretty sure I sawVisha disappearing into the crowd, but far too late to say hi or anything. So that was fun... wandered the street with Mr. M. of the Green Party, got some perogies, hit the Burger Inn, saw belly dancers... and somehow sunburned the inside of my throat. I don't know what it was, but it hurt to talk for the next 2 days. And now my nose runs. I think one of those thousands of puny humans gave me their cold. But man, did it set in fast if that's the case...
I'd like to say something interesting has happened since then, but other than friends meeting at Boston Pizza to abuse each other it's just been work.
A road trip to San Diego seems in order. But when? When, I ask you? It's too late to do it this month, the schedule's set. July I have to start rehearsals on Two Guys, and since I'm directing again I actually have to attend... there's always the fall, I guess, but that's so far away.
I paused this just then for, like, an hour. I'd forgotten that tickets for an Evening With Kevin Smith were on sale today, had to do that, then made some calls, and forgot that I was mid-journal entry. Whoopsies. And you know what? I'm just about out of things to say. Coming soon: Dan's road trip to Edmonton to play Civilization with the Tall Wanker.
-Danny G
"There's a supermodel who shags total prats and I don't know where she lives!"
-Jeff Murdoch
I guess I could sum up the last week, yes? Having not stopped in to do so at any point, I guess there's stuff to go over.
Friday was, of course, Kink night at Detours. Once a month I wonder how, exactly, this has become a regular occurance in my life. It is not, at first glance (or even close examination) the sort of event you'd think I was into. But now a friend of mine is doing the fetish shows (and, oh my God, her debut was so hot I almost fainted), so it looks like I'm stuck with it. Spent the majority of this particular Kink night handcuffed to the G-Unit. I don't know why. But at least we were ultimately released: showing up at work the next morning still in the ruddy things just would have been awkward.
Sunday was Lilac festival. Many of the folks on my friends list were apparantly out and about in the seething crowd of people just outside my building, but I didn't see a one of 'em. Well, I'm pretty sure I sawVisha disappearing into the crowd, but far too late to say hi or anything. So that was fun... wandered the street with Mr. M. of the Green Party, got some perogies, hit the Burger Inn, saw belly dancers... and somehow sunburned the inside of my throat. I don't know what it was, but it hurt to talk for the next 2 days. And now my nose runs. I think one of those thousands of puny humans gave me their cold. But man, did it set in fast if that's the case...
I'd like to say something interesting has happened since then, but other than friends meeting at Boston Pizza to abuse each other it's just been work.
A road trip to San Diego seems in order. But when? When, I ask you? It's too late to do it this month, the schedule's set. July I have to start rehearsals on Two Guys, and since I'm directing again I actually have to attend... there's always the fall, I guess, but that's so far away.
I paused this just then for, like, an hour. I'd forgotten that tickets for an Evening With Kevin Smith were on sale today, had to do that, then made some calls, and forgot that I was mid-journal entry. Whoopsies. And you know what? I'm just about out of things to say. Coming soon: Dan's road trip to Edmonton to play Civilization with the Tall Wanker.
-Danny G
"There's a supermodel who shags total prats and I don't know where she lives!"
-Jeff Murdoch
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