Dispatches from Georgetown - Friday

I’m sorry; I haven’t been to your site all week. I’ve been in Cubicleland since Monday. Whereas in Ottawa, I have the safety of my office from which to blow good company time catching up on people’s blogs, I don’t have the same luxury here. As far as my own posts go, I’ve been writing them each morning on the train and then finding three minutes in my day with which to upload (while watching nervously over my shoulder). I’ll catch up on everyone when I’m back. Yes, I still love you. Except Kris—I’ve been skipping your site on purpose. Just because.

After work Wednesday, I met Jorge on the subway and we went to Axis in Bloor West. He has a gallery of his photos hanging there for his show that opens Saturday Night. (Go, check it out, buy his work. Yes, I’m talking to you.) Despite the fact that we went there with the expressed purpose of seeing his photos, somehow that slipped my mind when we first walked in. We selected our table, and I looked at the photo hanging above it, thinking that’s pretty cool. Then I looked at the one beside it, and thought that’s a great picture too… wait a minute! I remember who took these now. It would seem that I’m very stupid! A short while later, we were joined by Jorge’s lovely wife, and then by his lovely Reay. Nachos, burgers, cervezas, onward.

Back at Jorge’s, we watched the second episode of a two-part House, followed by a kick-ass episode of Lost. (And at no time, were the merits of one show versus the other debated. For once.) Sarah doesn’t watch Lost so it was good to finally catch an episode while in the same room as other people who give a crap. Instead of yelling “Holy shit!” at the TV, I could yell, “Holy shit!” to Reay. Then he would console me—sweetly and generously. After the shows were done, the night was filled with beer and Gamecube. I rediscovered my love for the game Snafu (for the Intelevision.) I think that game would continue to kick ass if it were released today with an online, multiplayer option. Video game people of the world, I say onto you: get on that. And don’t change anything; don’t make it 3D, don’t change the soundtrack—it’s perfect as is, big-ass pixels and all.

Thursday I was pretty goddamn tired, but I dragged my ass through the day. After work, I had a date with Shatton at the Jack Astor’s in Brampton. It was our first time meeting in person, and it did honestly feel a little date-like, especially how we sat on the same side of the booth and shared that milkshake. He’s a cool guy, and he sounds nothing like I thought he would (but no one ever does.) Unfortunately, I had to run pretty early, as I had another meet-up that night. I have a black hole in my brain where my Map and Globe Skills should be, so date one was in Brampton while date two was in Acton (which aren’t actually beside one another like they are in my imagination.) I stopped by to see Chris and Laurie with their new place, their sweet patio, and their Karate Kid predilection. Had my first Kokanee in about ten years, caught up on my St. Francis gossip, and then rushed home to crash.

I’ve had a great time here, but I’m getting steadily sicker with each passing day. I’ve got this fucked up cold that makes me feel like I’ve got emphysema (Alcohol-Related Emphysema, even), so I’m looking forward to a good night’s sleep, seeing Sarah, and spending 40+ hours in my pajamas. Rock.