Yes. Library Square make-out partner asked me to lunch. So I went…seeing as how we were facebook friends and bbm buddies… another face to face meet sans beers and lack of judgment was the next best thing.
After a few too many ‘super nova vodka sodas’ at Joeys, and too many beers at The Academic, I ended up at the Library Square..for way too many other drinks. With ex boyfriends as bartenders, getting through the doors is pretty easy…so my friend and I walk right up to the front to get in. We noticed a few guys standing there, contemplating standing in the line, greasing the bouncer, or going somewhere else. I gave them a tip, and told them to mention a couple names to get in the door. Worked like magic.
When walking back from the Canadians game, my pal and I decided that we should play nikki nikki nine door.
So, to the residents between Ontario and Cambie, on King Ed – I’m sorry if your doorbell rang and there was no one there when you answered. Blame the Canadians for losing, the beers for being delicious, and my immaturity.
If it makes you feel any better, my friend was tired from running and leaned on a bush to rest up..moments later, I heard a rustle, and all I saw was feet sticking out beneath the branches.
After a day of walking around downtown Vancouver shopping with a friend, I came back to my apartment, got some things together, and walked down to my parking garage to get my car and head back to my parents house for dinner.
I walked up to my parking space, and my car wasn’t there.
So, I stood in my empty parking space for about 15 minutes wondering where it could have gone.
It seems all men have the same taste in sunglasses – or, I subconsciously only hang out with guys who have the same sunglasses. Either way, whenever my man friends ask me to keep their sunnies in my bag (why I started carrying a bag, I don’t know. The reason escapes me. Life was so simple and clutter free without bag), I seem to go home with a brown pair of Oakleys. And every time, they forget them or I forget they’re in there until it’s too late. Sometimes it’s the result of too many beers, and other times I think it’s all a plot to see each other again.
You have to try it.
I am usually the last person to promote something which graces the shelves with the stamp ‘NEW’ plastered on it, but when I considered just how much I enjoy cinnamon gum, I thought – what’s there to lose?
I was at a bar last night after a few too many bottles of wine depleted themselves at a friends birthday, and we needed to relocate to keep the extreme buzz going.
I kept looking at this guy in the bar, who I knew I had met somewhere, but couldn’t quite pinpoint it. He walked by me, so I said ‘So, I think I know you but I’m not sure how.’ This is how the rest of the convo went..