First things first, Academy Lanes is the place to be on a Thursday night. Watch me bail so hard next week, but as of right now I have full intentions of being there on a weekly basis. Last night was the first time I attended the recently dubbed traditional Thursday night attraction. The evening itself, though I subscribed to the event warily, proved quite successful; mostly sweet, yet there was a tad bit of bitterness as well. Allow me to explain myself...
The evening took off with four good attitudes in a civic arriving solo yet in style... Or not in style, I guess it really depends what you consider stylish these days. Regardless of what we were wearing, we typed our names into the screen for the first time (there were many changes made through out the evening by a seemingly immature teenager, however truth be told he's 20 and quite responsible... never would have guessed by the name he typed himself: Palmala Handerson), and started off our first game. I actually came in second which was quite miraculous considering my bowling techniques and the continuous distraction of the wonderful 80's music videos on the screen right above the pins. Strategically placed I'm sure. Following our first game, Nate's victory, with my spandexed self in tow, the boys lead the way outside with Marlboro Reds as our goal and prize. A cigarette all to my sober self? Why I'd never done such a thing as this before! Shocked and amazed at myself upon accomplishing my first soberly smoked butt in ground, I was in love with the drunken sensation that overwhelmed my body which was slowly making it's way to the ground. Yet before my muscles completely collapsed, men prevailed and steadied my wobbly body on... themselves. Thank-you's were in order and we shuffled ourselves inside. We made our way back to our lane, a crew of more boys showed up and before we knew it game number two had come and gone and we were on our way outside for our second dose of nicotine. Seconds later I was on the ground, seconds after that my head between my knees, seconds after that my cigarette was laying on the ground and after 10 more painful minutes in a car ride home, I was collapsed on the floor of the bathroom romancing the toilet. I leave the rest to your imagination. Actually I will not, why does smoking make you puke? That's all I want to know. Granted I'm quite the amateur inhaler - and I do commit right here, right now that I will never be an expert - but still... my question stands. Dazed and confused after my bathroom session I brushed my teeth and hit the sac. The night was more than done.
Fun was most definitely had, my blue spandex made their way out of the drawer again, and dancing was done in the alley... What more could you want from a Thursday night? Confusing yet wonderful, bitter yet sweet. I'll do it again next week with just one elimination: the tobacco.
Adios.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Radio Face
What a funny thing to say. Radio face. I don't know why, but every time that I say it out loud, inevitably laughter - also in out loud form - ensues... from myelf. Ha. HA. Radio Face. The only problem with this hilarious nick-name is that it is more derogatory than funny. I called Landen "radio face" a couple of times this week, it was my attempt at telling a funny joke because in real life he's a huge stud... I just got a kick out of it. Unfortuntely following my comedic activity, I did not receive the playful response I was hoping for... No siree, a hung head was my applause and the joke was proven foul once and for all.
Anyways, if you frequent the power site you may have come across this photo:
I mean, not that it's a bad pic or anything, but he doesn't really look himself. They should have posted one where he was, you know, looking hunkadelic. Yep, I said it. This man's face was not made for the radio, it was made for the t.v. if I do say so myself. Anyways, my boyfriend is famous blahblahblah. Actually, I have some bone picking to do while we're on the topic of fame. What's with everyone getting famous these days? Alexa frikin' lives on an airplane with a microphone as her carry on, my sister recently got published in a magazine (which also re-confirmed her status as favorite daughter) and now Landen is shooting the breeze with Wheeler and Hal, who's next? I hope me. Maybe I could get famous for something superly cool like... ... Blogging? Barf. Goodness knows the closest I am to becoming famous any time soon is my own personal satisfaction knowing that I changed Little Horn Ranch from being listed without running water to having running water. But hell, that basically makes me published right? Where's my uh, Pulitzer Prize huh? Oh that's right, I'm not getting one, but maybe Chris will get famous by like, starting to model or something. That would be great. Whoever it is that is next though, maybe just maybe, they'll bring me along for the ride. Like, as their sidekick, roadie, carry-on, or double.. you know, for the sweet stunts they don't want to do in fear they're gorgeous shell might get irreversably tainted. Yeah, I'll do those.
Okay, so if you are gonna get famous, call me up, I'll do it with you.
Peace.
Anyways, if you frequent the power site you may have come across this photo:
I mean, not that it's a bad pic or anything, but he doesn't really look himself. They should have posted one where he was, you know, looking hunkadelic. Yep, I said it. This man's face was not made for the radio, it was made for the t.v. if I do say so myself. Anyways, my boyfriend is famous blahblahblah. Actually, I have some bone picking to do while we're on the topic of fame. What's with everyone getting famous these days? Alexa frikin' lives on an airplane with a microphone as her carry on, my sister recently got published in a magazine (which also re-confirmed her status as favorite daughter) and now Landen is shooting the breeze with Wheeler and Hal, who's next? I hope me. Maybe I could get famous for something superly cool like... ... Blogging? Barf. Goodness knows the closest I am to becoming famous any time soon is my own personal satisfaction knowing that I changed Little Horn Ranch from being listed without running water to having running water. But hell, that basically makes me published right? Where's my uh, Pulitzer Prize huh? Oh that's right, I'm not getting one, but maybe Chris will get famous by like, starting to model or something. That would be great. Whoever it is that is next though, maybe just maybe, they'll bring me along for the ride. Like, as their sidekick, roadie, carry-on, or double.. you know, for the sweet stunts they don't want to do in fear they're gorgeous shell might get irreversably tainted. Yeah, I'll do those.
Okay, so if you are gonna get famous, call me up, I'll do it with you.
Peace.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Stop in the name of Snobs
... Before you break my heart.
But the truth is that, I don't want it to stop in any name at all. In fact, I want the snobs to stop.
Okay... I've thought of this for a while now, and struggled with which side I want to rally for. In some situations, or most really, you need to pick a side. It's so hard to remain neutral to anything these days. I think I've decided what my consensus is and mustered up the courage to say it out loud.
So here are three examples of what my mind is turning with at this very moment.
a) Hearing the Postal Service playing in Old Navy.
b) My Scissors Sisters playing, Palamino club going, cougar of a co-worker loving Snow Patrol.
c) Seeing a picture on Facebook of a chongo-chica holding a playboy bunny purse labelled "Last night at the Collective!!".
Here's the thing, I am by no one's standard cool. I mean... really now, I'm not cool in the least, and I don't claim to be. No way José, I'll boldly proclaim from anyone's soap box that I know nothing about anything cool. That being said, I really don't have any grounds to be a snob. I have absolutely nothing to be snobby about. Apart from just coolness in general, which I do not have, I don't know much about cool's counterparts either: music or fashion. Yeah, I know what I like and what I don't like but I'm not someone that you would want to discuss FW07 fashion trends with or lcd soundsystem's newest...thing. In the most honesty I have in me, I'll tell you that a large majority of my music collection has been suggestions from friends, I own a dress from Old Navy, and I most likely was part of the indie-blooded overthrow at the Collective.
Okay, so keep all of this in mind as I tell you a big secret. Sometimes, just sometimes, I PRETEND to be cool. I pretend that I'm so over chain store shopping as I wear - on a weekly rotation - a dress from Old Navy and I pretend that I don't like music on the radio - I was in attendance at the JT concert. I even pretend that I know what chongo means...
This is what I have to say: Why can't normal people get in on the cool stuff? Isn't it great that the things that are good and cool are actually getting recognition? The Postal Service for example, what great publicity being played at Old Navy, there are mass amounts of people there all the time. They are responsible for bringing great music into the world, they should become more famous. Evidently there's a problem with that idea. This is it: Everyone wants to be the coolest. This means that when the people that aren't cool start to divulge themselves into cool culture the music stops, the cool factor diminishes and the crowd moves on, with more snob-stature to carry them to the next venue.
Why why why oh why.
My September 26th resolution is to never be a snob. As I mentioned earlier, I don't have a reason to be at all, but sometimes it's just easy to be and I think that everyone, even if just a tiny bit of them, everyone secretly WANTS to be a snob. It's the worst idea though. I like to be nice, I like it when other people are nice, I like to do fun things and I like to wear clothes that are I think are pretty. End of story.
Watch me eat all of these words tomorrow when I feel like I want to be a snob and wear gold lamé tights from AA or stomp my feet to some indie electro music and call in dancing.
But the truth is that, I don't want it to stop in any name at all. In fact, I want the snobs to stop.
Okay... I've thought of this for a while now, and struggled with which side I want to rally for. In some situations, or most really, you need to pick a side. It's so hard to remain neutral to anything these days. I think I've decided what my consensus is and mustered up the courage to say it out loud.
So here are three examples of what my mind is turning with at this very moment.
a) Hearing the Postal Service playing in Old Navy.
b) My Scissors Sisters playing, Palamino club going, cougar of a co-worker loving Snow Patrol.
c) Seeing a picture on Facebook of a chongo-chica holding a playboy bunny purse labelled "Last night at the Collective!!".
Here's the thing, I am by no one's standard cool. I mean... really now, I'm not cool in the least, and I don't claim to be. No way José, I'll boldly proclaim from anyone's soap box that I know nothing about anything cool. That being said, I really don't have any grounds to be a snob. I have absolutely nothing to be snobby about. Apart from just coolness in general, which I do not have, I don't know much about cool's counterparts either: music or fashion. Yeah, I know what I like and what I don't like but I'm not someone that you would want to discuss FW07 fashion trends with or lcd soundsystem's newest...thing. In the most honesty I have in me, I'll tell you that a large majority of my music collection has been suggestions from friends, I own a dress from Old Navy, and I most likely was part of the indie-blooded overthrow at the Collective.
Okay, so keep all of this in mind as I tell you a big secret. Sometimes, just sometimes, I PRETEND to be cool. I pretend that I'm so over chain store shopping as I wear - on a weekly rotation - a dress from Old Navy and I pretend that I don't like music on the radio - I was in attendance at the JT concert. I even pretend that I know what chongo means...
This is what I have to say: Why can't normal people get in on the cool stuff? Isn't it great that the things that are good and cool are actually getting recognition? The Postal Service for example, what great publicity being played at Old Navy, there are mass amounts of people there all the time. They are responsible for bringing great music into the world, they should become more famous. Evidently there's a problem with that idea. This is it: Everyone wants to be the coolest. This means that when the people that aren't cool start to divulge themselves into cool culture the music stops, the cool factor diminishes and the crowd moves on, with more snob-stature to carry them to the next venue.
Why why why oh why.
My September 26th resolution is to never be a snob. As I mentioned earlier, I don't have a reason to be at all, but sometimes it's just easy to be and I think that everyone, even if just a tiny bit of them, everyone secretly WANTS to be a snob. It's the worst idea though. I like to be nice, I like it when other people are nice, I like to do fun things and I like to wear clothes that are I think are pretty. End of story.
Watch me eat all of these words tomorrow when I feel like I want to be a snob and wear gold lamé tights from AA or stomp my feet to some indie electro music and call in dancing.
Friday, September 21, 2007
[insert relevant title here]
I was juuuust about to name this blog "Mixtape" and then start the write by saying "Well, more like mix cd, but mixtape is more vintage and cool." But then I realized that it's not a rare occasion that I name a blog something irrelevant but think it sounds better so I just do it anyways. I just caught myself in the act. No more of that I say.
Lately my job has not been fun. Like, not even a little bit of fun. I'm talking about the furthest thing from fun. I've been too busy to enjoy being here and very stressed because I do more jobs than the actual employees do. It's ridiculous to say the least and every day that I spend here seems like the longest one I've ever had. Usually to help pass the time I play music from You Tube but it's kind of annoying and a waste of time to continuously be searching for a new song. Also since I'm not very good at things like You Tube or just the Internet in general, I get skumped by the wanna-be musicians who do covers for the real deal. It makes me angry and then I have to find the real one. This probably isn't a problem for anyone but me... but that doesn't make it any less of a problem now does it? No. Yesterday I had a revelation from the Lord, I'm sure. This not too brilliant idea hit me like a tonne of bricks, and even though I couldn't carry out the plan immediately, my day lightened immediately which was just wonderful. Cd's were my brain-wave. They are a fool-proof solution to my music craving at work, an idea even someone internetally challenged can execute. So hooray, today my life has improved at least 23% and I am a happy little lady with my tunes blaring the shit out of the dell hardware beside me.
This brings me to my next point. The first cd that I inserted into drive D this morning was a mix cd from my dearest of all dear friends Alexis... at least I think that's her name. It could be Alexay though. Who knows... Regardless of what her name is, she hand-picked the songs in loving memory of me exactly a year ago. Not REALLY in memory because I was definitely still at home when she made it, whatever the case may be, it's a great cd and when I put it in this morning, it brought me back to my plane ride from Vancouver to Sydney (the plane ride from Winnipeg to Vancouver my own sobbing kept me from hearing the music blaring out of my headphones into my ears... Poor poor man beside me). I love hearing a song and having memories play like a movie in my head with the music as their soundtrack. By far, one of the best feelings ever (unless of course it's horrible memories... then I turn that shit OFF).
This is the "leaving on a jet plane" mix:
1. Fidelity - Regina Spektor
2. It's a Hit - Rilo Kiley
3. Long Distance Call - Phoenix
4. Crazy - Gnarles Barkley
5. This is the sound of Win and Regine - Final Fantasy
6. The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon & Garfunkel
7. Swallow - the Wailin' Jennys
8. Doubting Thomas - Nikel Creek
9. In the Devils Territory - Sufjan Stevens
10. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room - John Mayer
11. The Henney Buggy Band - Sufjan Stevens
12. To All of You - Syd Matters
13. Saul Bellow - Sufjan Stevens
14. Heartstopper - Emiliana Torini
15. Jolene - Ray LaMontagne
16. Glory Bound - Martin Sexton
17. Casmir Pulaski Day - Sufjan Stevens
18. Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap
19. Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
Behold - A set of my personal melodic nostalgia for your eyes to scan and your ears to enjoy. Love it or leave it. Either way, I'm about to leave you.
Werd.
Lately my job has not been fun. Like, not even a little bit of fun. I'm talking about the furthest thing from fun. I've been too busy to enjoy being here and very stressed because I do more jobs than the actual employees do. It's ridiculous to say the least and every day that I spend here seems like the longest one I've ever had. Usually to help pass the time I play music from You Tube but it's kind of annoying and a waste of time to continuously be searching for a new song. Also since I'm not very good at things like You Tube or just the Internet in general, I get skumped by the wanna-be musicians who do covers for the real deal. It makes me angry and then I have to find the real one. This probably isn't a problem for anyone but me... but that doesn't make it any less of a problem now does it? No. Yesterday I had a revelation from the Lord, I'm sure. This not too brilliant idea hit me like a tonne of bricks, and even though I couldn't carry out the plan immediately, my day lightened immediately which was just wonderful. Cd's were my brain-wave. They are a fool-proof solution to my music craving at work, an idea even someone internetally challenged can execute. So hooray, today my life has improved at least 23% and I am a happy little lady with my tunes blaring the shit out of the dell hardware beside me.
This brings me to my next point. The first cd that I inserted into drive D this morning was a mix cd from my dearest of all dear friends Alexis... at least I think that's her name. It could be Alexay though. Who knows... Regardless of what her name is, she hand-picked the songs in loving memory of me exactly a year ago. Not REALLY in memory because I was definitely still at home when she made it, whatever the case may be, it's a great cd and when I put it in this morning, it brought me back to my plane ride from Vancouver to Sydney (the plane ride from Winnipeg to Vancouver my own sobbing kept me from hearing the music blaring out of my headphones into my ears... Poor poor man beside me). I love hearing a song and having memories play like a movie in my head with the music as their soundtrack. By far, one of the best feelings ever (unless of course it's horrible memories... then I turn that shit OFF).
This is the "leaving on a jet plane" mix:
1. Fidelity - Regina Spektor
2. It's a Hit - Rilo Kiley
3. Long Distance Call - Phoenix
4. Crazy - Gnarles Barkley
5. This is the sound of Win and Regine - Final Fantasy
6. The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon & Garfunkel
7. Swallow - the Wailin' Jennys
8. Doubting Thomas - Nikel Creek
9. In the Devils Territory - Sufjan Stevens
10. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room - John Mayer
11. The Henney Buggy Band - Sufjan Stevens
12. To All of You - Syd Matters
13. Saul Bellow - Sufjan Stevens
14. Heartstopper - Emiliana Torini
15. Jolene - Ray LaMontagne
16. Glory Bound - Martin Sexton
17. Casmir Pulaski Day - Sufjan Stevens
18. Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap
19. Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
Behold - A set of my personal melodic nostalgia for your eyes to scan and your ears to enjoy. Love it or leave it. Either way, I'm about to leave you.
Werd.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The face of an addict...
Yep, that'd be her.
Addicted to what, you may ask?
Yes my friends, it is true. In the last few months... or maybe only weeks :S I have gotten into the hit T.V. series LOST. After about two weeks I was done season one and a couple of days after that I was done season two. But season three isn't out yet!! Ahhh.... Luckily I am in close correspondance with a house full of hackers (well not really, but they mac it up PRETTY hard - hey I'm not complaining... Thank you Tiffany) so it's not a difficult feat to come by the third season well before it's released on dvd. Last night I experienced (It's not even watching, it's EXPERIENCING) the first episode . Frankly, I'm speechless. Who's kidding who, I'm never speechless. But I am in awe and evidently useless at work; The tease of an episode last night beheld is causing serious distraction and major plotting in my brain of what might happen next. I can't think about anything else...
In a nutshell, I am completely, 100%, undividedly addicted to LOST. Hmm...This addiction does resemble love in a weird way. Who needs a boyfriend when you have LOST right? I suppose I have both. Amen't I just a greedy little fisherman?
Alright, NOW I will begin my speechlessness...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Peach Plum Pear
Well... Not really. More like banana, nectarine, apple... But peach, plum, pear sounds better - thanks to you Miss Joanna Newsom.
IF you know me even in the most minimal proportion, you would know that apples are among my top five favorite foods, if not my top. I do love a lot of food though, so it's tough to say what pulls rank on what. I do guarantee though, I would choose to eat an apple far before I'd choose to eat much else. You MAY quote me on that. However, I do enjoy a good specialty fruit every now and then to spice up my life. In discussing my adoration for apples not too long ago, I was trying to decide if apples were just my favorite because they are easy to grab and eat, and they are always available therefore causing me to eat them in mass quantities OR if I eat them so terribly often out of pure delight; a recurring craving for such a delicious fruit. Though the person I was discussing this with at the time gave no thought to the question a mere 10 seconds after being proposed, I was stumped and remained so subconsiously until today.
Fridge = bare.
Bank account = empty.
Carb count for the day = too high to say.
Hunger level = sky rocketing.
Keeping these things in mind, I was a little bit nervous about what I was going to eat for lunch today. I would have loved to have honey toast, my most recent infatuation buttttt I ate it for supper last night and then again for breakfast this morning so I thought that I should give my ass a break from it's continous state of growth and switch things up. Walking into Safeway my intent was to buy three apples for lunch. You may or may not be laughing right now but it's not a rare situation for me to eat three apples at one time. Anyways, getting into the produce department I was feeling adventurous and to keep this story short, upon exit my purse was filled with one royal gala apple, the biggest, yellowest, least green banana and one mostly red, semi-soft nectarine. No I am not a thief; stashing the un-purchased fruit in my purse... I don't like to use plastic bags. All of these choices should have been successes. A big yellow banana, appearing ready to be eaten, a red nectarine - not too hard but not mushy, and an apple (the galas at Safeway are rarely mushy). Boy was I mistaken. The banana turned out to be too un-ripe to even peel fully. The part that I was able to peel tasted like starch and the nectarine was a good texture I suppose but had NO flavour. The apple, my dear friends, was perfect. Crisp, juicy and flavourful; a refreshment.
So today my problem was solved, my question answered and my heart put at ease. Apples really are my favorite fruit for more reasons than I can describe. It is so reliably yummy; trusty in flavour. You can always count on an apple. If you have managed to stay awake through this unendingly boring blog, I would offer you an apple as a celebration for them being so good and you being so loyal... But I won't. I'll just write a better blog next time.
Over and out.
IF you know me even in the most minimal proportion, you would know that apples are among my top five favorite foods, if not my top. I do love a lot of food though, so it's tough to say what pulls rank on what. I do guarantee though, I would choose to eat an apple far before I'd choose to eat much else. You MAY quote me on that. However, I do enjoy a good specialty fruit every now and then to spice up my life. In discussing my adoration for apples not too long ago, I was trying to decide if apples were just my favorite because they are easy to grab and eat, and they are always available therefore causing me to eat them in mass quantities OR if I eat them so terribly often out of pure delight; a recurring craving for such a delicious fruit. Though the person I was discussing this with at the time gave no thought to the question a mere 10 seconds after being proposed, I was stumped and remained so subconsiously until today.
Fridge = bare.
Bank account = empty.
Carb count for the day = too high to say.
Hunger level = sky rocketing.
Keeping these things in mind, I was a little bit nervous about what I was going to eat for lunch today. I would have loved to have honey toast, my most recent infatuation buttttt I ate it for supper last night and then again for breakfast this morning so I thought that I should give my ass a break from it's continous state of growth and switch things up. Walking into Safeway my intent was to buy three apples for lunch. You may or may not be laughing right now but it's not a rare situation for me to eat three apples at one time. Anyways, getting into the produce department I was feeling adventurous and to keep this story short, upon exit my purse was filled with one royal gala apple, the biggest, yellowest, least green banana and one mostly red, semi-soft nectarine. No I am not a thief; stashing the un-purchased fruit in my purse... I don't like to use plastic bags. All of these choices should have been successes. A big yellow banana, appearing ready to be eaten, a red nectarine - not too hard but not mushy, and an apple (the galas at Safeway are rarely mushy). Boy was I mistaken. The banana turned out to be too un-ripe to even peel fully. The part that I was able to peel tasted like starch and the nectarine was a good texture I suppose but had NO flavour. The apple, my dear friends, was perfect. Crisp, juicy and flavourful; a refreshment.
So today my problem was solved, my question answered and my heart put at ease. Apples really are my favorite fruit for more reasons than I can describe. It is so reliably yummy; trusty in flavour. You can always count on an apple. If you have managed to stay awake through this unendingly boring blog, I would offer you an apple as a celebration for them being so good and you being so loyal... But I won't. I'll just write a better blog next time.
Over and out.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Sour cherry pie, please.
If you have never had a treat such as sour cherry pie, I advise you do so... pronto.
A couple of months ago I was approached by my dear eldest sister with a statement slash question. It was both. "Vanessa, I need to ask you to go for pie with me." At the time, I felt impartial about the situation. I liked pie, but I would never order it or go out especially to eat some. However, considering my sister is the prettiest of them all, not to mention lovely, dainty, delightful, and cute... Going out for pie seemed to be the most perfect thing to do with such a lady. Alas, our penciled in pie date got re-written in pen and the idea of "going out for pie" became a reality.
We did some shopping on Lilac and then arrived at our destination: Bread & Circuses. Olivia ordered a peanut butter cookie, and I ordered a small cup of soup. Both delicious, both not pie. It was about five o'clock in the evening and neither of us really wanted to spoil dinner with a large piece of pie with an equally large portion of ice cream on the side. We did however look at the pie, and boy oh boy were my eyes appeased. As we parted ways, we concured that we should go out for pie more often because pie is so great. You probably aren't laughing right now, but it really was quite the inside joke. Discussing how great going out for pie was hilarious due to the fact that we never ate pie. Funny right? Yeah... Just as I thought... FUNNY.
So I guess the rest is history. After the first time we "went out for pie" we have had nothing but success in satisfying our hankering for fruit filled pastry; last night was no exception. Bread & Circuses is a gem, and I know exactly how to order whenever I go there. Sour cherry pie, please.
A couple of months ago I was approached by my dear eldest sister with a statement slash question. It was both. "Vanessa, I need to ask you to go for pie with me." At the time, I felt impartial about the situation. I liked pie, but I would never order it or go out especially to eat some. However, considering my sister is the prettiest of them all, not to mention lovely, dainty, delightful, and cute... Going out for pie seemed to be the most perfect thing to do with such a lady. Alas, our penciled in pie date got re-written in pen and the idea of "going out for pie" became a reality.
We did some shopping on Lilac and then arrived at our destination: Bread & Circuses. Olivia ordered a peanut butter cookie, and I ordered a small cup of soup. Both delicious, both not pie. It was about five o'clock in the evening and neither of us really wanted to spoil dinner with a large piece of pie with an equally large portion of ice cream on the side. We did however look at the pie, and boy oh boy were my eyes appeased. As we parted ways, we concured that we should go out for pie more often because pie is so great. You probably aren't laughing right now, but it really was quite the inside joke. Discussing how great going out for pie was hilarious due to the fact that we never ate pie. Funny right? Yeah... Just as I thought... FUNNY.
So I guess the rest is history. After the first time we "went out for pie" we have had nothing but success in satisfying our hankering for fruit filled pastry; last night was no exception. Bread & Circuses is a gem, and I know exactly how to order whenever I go there. Sour cherry pie, please.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Free Willy
Last night I watched an epic film. It's been quite a while since I've successfully sat through, and paid attention for the entire length of a movie. Last night I ruled it. I was sitting at the edge of my seat, literally, for a good majority of the film. One great element of the movie was Jessie, the 12 year old boy playing the main character who was oh so fashion. Between his Nike high-tops, skinny jeans, and striped shirts he would fit right in with the 25 year olds hanging out at Bar I these days. I even caught these words escape Landen's lips, "I'd kill for those high-tops". Interesting how a 12 year old boy in the 90's could be inspiration for a 25 year old in 2007.
In a nutshell, Free Willy was the highlight of my night last night. It was most definitely a friendship I could never imagine; an adventure I will never forget.
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