Everyone hates a tourist.

It is a line from one of my favorite songs Common People by Pulp. It is on almost all of my mixes, and will continue to be. LOVE IT!

It is also so true.

Ok, so how does this relate to anything? WELL ...

I am back in the Chuck and randomness follows me, everywhere. I love it. Jarod and I had a date planned. I love our dates. They are very rarely sober and NEVER boring.

So, we reduced our sobriety and went about our date ... BINGO! No, seriously, we had planned on going for bingo. *side note - the boy I am dating is named Paul, weird, I know, so to differentiate him from the other Pauls, the boy is referred to as P3* I had begged P3 to go to bingo a couple of weeks ago and he thought I was crazy. So Jarod and I planned on fulfilling our curiosity without our mates.

We go to WEM ... a panic attack waiting to happen - going to WEM on a Saturday this close to Christmas is not a wise idea ... unless you are into that sort of thing, and if you are, I would like you to stop reading this blog. Permanently.

Ok, ok, getting on with it. We had some lag time until bingo started so we played a little mini-golf. Jarod won, by three strokes. He is sooooo lame.

And then we got our dabbers ready and went for bingo. First, this was one unwelcoming scenario. I had no idea how complicated bingo was. The cashier was spouting off this jargon that both Jarod and I, as educated and travelled as we are, were confounded. So finally we figured out it was $3 to get in and play. THANK YOU!

It was random, I mean I don't think I will go back to bingo anytime soon, but it was definitely interesting. For a an hour, Jarod and I were the tourists, in a very foreign land. We were disliked, frowned upon and judged. By people in sweatpants, eating fries and gravy. Really?

Home is where?

I have grown to like living in Vancouver. I don't love the city the way I LOVED New York - nothing will ever be like that - but I two great reasons to be in the city, and that is that. Vancouver is where I shall stay.

That doesn't mean I don't get to be excited as a pig in poop to come back to Edmonton. Because I am SO excited to be in Edmonton.

Let me explain a little. My move was quite the whirlwind experience. I actually lied to my current employers during my interview - I told them I was living in Vancouver already. That is fine, but when they ask you to start in 5 days, it makes for a little panic and a lot of missed goodbyes.

I didn't get to say goodbye to most of the people who have made Edmonton what it is to me ... home.

So this weekend I decided to come home. And holy shit am I excited!

I suck. I know.

I know, I know, I don't write a lot anymore. It is partially because I suck and partially because my life has become a little routine. The ab fab random existence I once loved is gone. It has now become a life of work and sleep and the mundane.

I had forgotten how hard real-work was. I ride the bus for 45 minutes each way, I work for at least 8 hours and I get home and I am EXHAUSTED. Staying up past 10:00 pm is nearly impossible. So I find it a little difficult to write about these boring things.

I promise however, to try and be more ... random. How weird that I have to try to be more random.

Should I forget this .... please remind me.

No, I haven't forgotten

I was just ignoring you blog.

You see my life was boring. I was doing the same shit day-in and day-out. Sure, once and a while something would happen, but then I thought "Like you would care about this."

So I have decided to make you care! I do it to everyone else in my life, so why not you?

RECAP: April - October

• two of my oldest and dearest friends got married - why? Love apparently, but I think its actually about the tax breaks
• I was published, twice in fact. Nothing major, just a couple of little articles in a couple of mags. Yes I am bragging. I think I am cool.
• I met a boy
• I traveled a bunch. This summer I saw six of the ten provinces
• became happy with Edmonton again. I mean, it is a severe change from the crack that is NYC.
• got a REAL job
• moved to Vancouver

Ok, so that pretty much catches you up. There was other stuff, but I wouldn't turn you off that quickly.

You may now return to your regular post.

I'm Morinville!

I love long weekends! Everyone is willing to go out and there is always stuff to do. I love long weekends.

Thursday date night. Ro Ro and I wanted to go dancing, look at young boys and there were a couple of options. The number two dj in the world (this is how they were promoting it. Isn't there a better way to say that like say - one of the world's top djs?!) was staying at the hotel. I got to chatting with his promoter and he hooked me up with a couple of tickets. Off Jarod and I go to the West Edmonton Mall.

The djs were really good. But the crowd was, well ... young. I wonder what is going to happen to this generation of kids when the drugs and the red bull have done their damage. Anyways. We stayed out late and ate some McDonald's. (Jarod only ever eats McD's with me, and then he blames me for it. Please note however, he is always the one who suggests it.)

Friday I was quite excited for. Like I have said, I love live music, and The Constantines were playing at Starlite. I only really knew one song of theirs, Soon Enough, but these guys freaking rocked!

I went with Lis, and met Kristin and Roger there. Lis and Kristin are EASILY two of the funniest people I have ever met and I swear I almost peed my pants at least twice. They didn't love the show the way I did, but I LOVED IT! They kept the crowd involved, they were pretty high energy, and it was just a really great rock show. Totally dug it.

So that was the start of my weekend. Tonight has the promise of drunkenness, so I might even be able to have enough fun to get another post out. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

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