fuck putting it all in order
Jan. 23rd, 2004 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlWell, we never made it inside the art gallery last night, but we DID at least make it TO the art gallery. Unfortunately, it was 45 minutes before closing, and the coatcheck closed 10 minutes before closing, and coatcheck was mandatory, which meant we'd have been in there for half an hour.
Which, even when paying by donation, just didn't seem useful.
So we didn't go in. We had a nice night none-the-less, we went out for dinner at a local vegetarian restaurant, which Andrew promptly applied to, and we walked down to a health food store and I got a Bee Pollen cookie (sweetened with maple syrup). I'd never had a bee pollen cookie before. It was good... not my favourite, but good.
We talked and laughed and life was good. We were with Andrew's friend Earl, and that was good times. I do like hanging out with people, even if I'm an old fogey and don't like staying out late, and refuse to go to the punk rawk club when I'm in my "working for the man" clothes.
(Not that it really matters what I look like, to me, but considering I'm trying to make new friends, I'd rather at least look like ME, rather than like someone who's slumming.)
Today I woke up feeling like I'd done some very serious working out yesterday. I don't know why, but I've somehow pulled the muscles in my sides, and my upper legs are a bit sore, and I'm all creaky and cracky (ok, my body ALWAYS cracks, but not quite so... strongly).
It makes me feel old.
I don't like feeling old.
It's like, the other day, when Andrew said "oh, that song "No Rain" by Blind Melon! When I was Grade 6, we learned to play that, and played it for our parents"
me --> *sputter sputter sputter* GRADE 6????
Because, of course, I was in first year university when that song came out, and I sure did love it (I even bought the album).
Most of the time, I don't think about our age difference. But HELLO. GRADE 6.
So today I feel old. Done. Too late.
Tonight my grand plans are to nap, then do my cardio. I may even start doing my US taxes, so I can get those finished, and then send them off, and then I can do my Canadian taxes.
I don't know what it is with Canadian taxes, but even with (or perhaps because of) my Math Degree, I haven't ever gotten them right. God Damned Canadian taxes. The US ones are simple, compared to this. And this is my first year as a contractor, too...
Ah, whatever. I'll do it.
Tomorrow, we're going to check out a possible site for the ceremony/reception. It's in a Maritime Museum. The price is reasonable, they're near the water, and they have a terrace.
Then we're going to walk the SeaWall (8k) - assuming the weather is clear. It's not so much fun to walk in the rain.
Sunday we're going out for dim sum. I'm going to have my official "Eat Anything Day", and dim sum will be delightful.
That's about it.
Oh yes. And I'm EXTREMELY BORED AT WORK.
Please entertain me, please???
Which, even when paying by donation, just didn't seem useful.
So we didn't go in. We had a nice night none-the-less, we went out for dinner at a local vegetarian restaurant, which Andrew promptly applied to, and we walked down to a health food store and I got a Bee Pollen cookie (sweetened with maple syrup). I'd never had a bee pollen cookie before. It was good... not my favourite, but good.
We talked and laughed and life was good. We were with Andrew's friend Earl, and that was good times. I do like hanging out with people, even if I'm an old fogey and don't like staying out late, and refuse to go to the punk rawk club when I'm in my "working for the man" clothes.
(Not that it really matters what I look like, to me, but considering I'm trying to make new friends, I'd rather at least look like ME, rather than like someone who's slumming.)
Today I woke up feeling like I'd done some very serious working out yesterday. I don't know why, but I've somehow pulled the muscles in my sides, and my upper legs are a bit sore, and I'm all creaky and cracky (ok, my body ALWAYS cracks, but not quite so... strongly).
It makes me feel old.
I don't like feeling old.
It's like, the other day, when Andrew said "oh, that song "No Rain" by Blind Melon! When I was Grade 6, we learned to play that, and played it for our parents"
me --> *sputter sputter sputter* GRADE 6????
Because, of course, I was in first year university when that song came out, and I sure did love it (I even bought the album).
Most of the time, I don't think about our age difference. But HELLO. GRADE 6.
So today I feel old. Done. Too late.
Tonight my grand plans are to nap, then do my cardio. I may even start doing my US taxes, so I can get those finished, and then send them off, and then I can do my Canadian taxes.
I don't know what it is with Canadian taxes, but even with (or perhaps because of) my Math Degree, I haven't ever gotten them right. God Damned Canadian taxes. The US ones are simple, compared to this. And this is my first year as a contractor, too...
Ah, whatever. I'll do it.
Tomorrow, we're going to check out a possible site for the ceremony/reception. It's in a Maritime Museum. The price is reasonable, they're near the water, and they have a terrace.
Then we're going to walk the SeaWall (8k) - assuming the weather is clear. It's not so much fun to walk in the rain.
Sunday we're going out for dim sum. I'm going to have my official "Eat Anything Day", and dim sum will be delightful.
That's about it.
Oh yes. And I'm EXTREMELY BORED AT WORK.
Please entertain me, please???
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Date: 2004-01-23 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-23 11:27 am (UTC)When we met, I knew he was younger than I, but I didn't think that much younger. He knew I was older, but again, not that much. When we finally exchanged ages, we were both so SHOCKED that we demanded ID as proof. Heh. I figured that maturity was worth more than a number, and I'm glad I decided that - I know too many men older than Andrew that don't have it all going for them.
But that's why he's just starting university, and still working jobs as "unskilled labour" and stuff... in a lot of ways, he's just starting out.
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Date: 2004-01-23 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-23 11:25 am (UTC)Sorry - I don't have anything entertaining today!
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Date: 2004-01-23 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-23 12:27 pm (UTC)For me to make fun of ultravox would be like bq making fun of early chemical brothers. Okay, bad example because he likes most of my music (though he can't understand my continuing interest in madonna) but you get the idea.
When we met he still had his 80's vests (hiding in the closet, thankfully) and peasant shirts (which he still wore) and in my wardrobe were the remains of my goth/raver years.
So yeah, same thing. He'll talk about something he used to listen to in highschool and I'll be like "I was in sixth grade".
As you both get further away from the influential decade of your teen years it becomes much less noticeable.
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Date: 2004-01-23 03:05 pm (UTC)If that's not entertainment, I don't know what is!