fry the contents of my head
So Dollie and I went to Toronto for a few days a couple of weeks back and had a nice time, mostly spending our days sitting in cafes and shopping, which was very relaxing and restorative. The nightlife was a little lacking -- I'm used to spending TO time at CMW or NXNE, with tons of rock shows to attend. Instead, Saturday night we spent at a wonderful karaoke night at our hotel. Sunday night we went to bed early. Monday night we went to a nice bar with 1/2 price drinks but no other patrons and swung by the sleepy Polaris prize afterparty on the way home. Tuesday night we saw Sloan. Riveting, yes? We tackled the Toronto transit system for the first time and were totally successful, of course. I do not enjoy the token/ticket system one bit (You MUST buy either 5 or 10? Why?) though I was completely won over by the streetcar drivers, who were all delightful.
So then we came home and promptly entered into high birthday season and all the dinners, dancing, presents, hockey games and Renaissance Faires that go along with.
Did I mention that I have 1/2 season tickets to the Rangers? Because I do. That should have been my birthday present to myself, but I decided to also buy myself a 37" LCD TV. Because I'm worth it. I also clearly miss that exciting paycheck-to-paycheck lifestyle, which I've put myself right back into thanks to the Toronto trip, Rangers tickets and TV splurges. At least I have another month or so before the birthdays pick up again. Now let's just hope I don't get fired anytime soon.
Speaking of fired, tomorrow is going to be pure hell at work. Yippee!
Hey, remember Mojito Loco? Still my favorite. I haven't missed a week since my first visit. One week I went three times. For serious. Have you been yet? If not, why not? Go! I'm going myself in about an hour. That is just how I must roll.
I am having deep music conflicts, big time favorite band trouble. I don't recommend it.
This year's birthday plan: Karaoke house party.
And if you aren't totally caught up now, you're at least very close.
posted by j @ 4:13 PM
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Oh lady! I am building myself that transporter so I can be a part of your Mojito Loco/karaoke house party/giant TV lifestyle. :-*
Stop saying Monday is going to be Hell! You are psychicly willing it to be so! For all we know, it could be a rapturous skip through a leafy, autumnal glade wherein chipmunks and dragonflys and cherubim gather around us and marvel at life's ebullient splendor!
Or not. Yeah, it might suck a big bag of dicks, but it doesn't have to. That's my point.
KILLING JOKE UBER ALLES!
real bands don't name themselves after supermarkets!
Yes yes, Kim! Come to the paradise! You will only make what is good to be what is greatest.
No no, Alex in NYC. *I* am the one who said Monday would be fine, no problem. For I am a wonderful sport. Until I got that note Friday night about something that an editor has to watch videos for in person that needs to go up Monday morning. That simply is not going to happen. And it totally ruined my peaceful weekend.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh la la la la ! ;] karaoke party !! omg! I can't wait!!!!! I am getting ready for our duet! ;] I love things that are great! {{{lol}}} [as does TONY B.!] and this will be a joy of greatness! ;] xoxoxo I can't wait! xoxox miss you and love you tons! xoxoxo :el fano: - ps: now I need/want/have to listen to NEDS ATOMIC DUSTBIN!
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