Slightly! Dull! Week! Sorta!

Wow your looking really good today. Have you done something new with your hair? Or is that a new jacket? So this week has been fairly quiet. On Tuesday me and JP went to the cheap cinema night again. This time we watched 2012. The gist of the film is that the earths crust is braking up and destroying the entire planet. The reason this is happening isn't ever explained to carefully, but the science behind seems as made up as the science in shampoo commercials. Anyway, it allows for some really big explosions, and escape scenes in light aircraft, and cars, and camper vans, and large aircraft. The talking scenes are pretty monotonous, and one point I said to JP "I hope they start blowing shit up again soon". And they did. I didn't feel I ripped off after the film, it was worth the $11.50. Afterwards we met up with Rosie for a drink as she was going to be out the city for a couple of days. We went to the Templetons for a cheap pitcher of beer, and while we were all drinking, we saw a Rat just strolling around between the the kitchen and the bar area. It looked pretty nonchalant, it wasn't even really running. We... well... JP has since decided that we don't want to eat there, not while that nonchalant bastard is hanging around.

Wednesday I read some book.

Thursday me and Joe decided to go for a couple of drinks. We decided to start at the bar on East Hastings we had been with the drawing homeless guy last time, as Joe wanted to get a photo of the sigh that read "IF ANY OF THE BAR STAFF OWE YOU MONEY COME AND SPEAK TO ME IN THE OFFICE. ANTONIO" because its not the kind of sign you normally get in a bar. After having a couple of drinks Joe had enough Dutch courage to stand in the middle of the room with his massive camera and take the snaps he wanted. The weird thing was, hardly anyone in the room batted an eye lid at our bizarre behavior. The only guy who cared was some one who asked for his photo to be taken as we left, because "you've gotta be brave to wear this hat. Look at this hat." We started to head down the roughest part of East Hastings (did I mention its the poorest street in North America) and stumbled across another bar. This was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was a native bar, were native American/Canadian types go to dance to Jay-Zee and N.E.R.D (that's right, I'm down with the kids) it was a bit like being in a UK chain bar like Bar riza or Yates, except Really Really run down, and full of native types, mixed with the odd a sprinkling of pasty white chaps such as ourselves. One of the bar girls came over because she hadn't seen us in there before, and asked how we were doing, how long we were staying, etc. But I think part of it was checking we weren't going to make trouble and get our heads kicked in by some gangster natives. By this point we were quiet enjoying our East Hastings bar crawl, and decided to find one last bar, this was on the edge of East Hastings just before it enters the mega tourist area around Gas town, yet this was the most depressing bar of all. We were the the youngest people in there by at least 10 years, and a lot of the clients looked, bitter, angry and plain fed up. There was also a few mentally ill people in who have, or are taking a lot of drugs. One lady came up to Joe and just kept repeating "I was in a band, but we all fell out... I was on stage, and I just threw all the money in the Air!" You could tell that this had been some pinnacle point in her life. It was pretty depressing. After that we headed back up to our humble abode.
Friday me and JP went for some food at the Roxie, as Templetons is now of limits due to the nonchalant rat. I ordered a Tuna burger, which was bloody marvelous. It had some kind of Wahhabi dressing on it, and came with Fries. Afterwards we went for a couple of drinks, but had a fairly early night as we were both knackered. Works picked up again at the moment and I've been working 8 hours straight again, just like the good old days.

Saturday. I finished my book. I failed to do my shopping. I got a new book out of the Library. I spoke to my parents and El on facebook *Waves* I went to bed.

Sunday. I got my shopping and washing done. Tried to re-arrange my flight home, but couldn't as I want to fly home over a year after the date I arrived. These were the highlights of the day until I went round Rosies place in the evening. Rosie has somehow managed to blag a free place down by Englishbay, on the 15th floor of a beautiful apartment block with an amazing view over English Bay. So what do you do when your in an amazing apartment like this. Switch on the telly, and play Rockband V on the Wii. I had a go at singing. 'Had a go' being the operative words. There are video's, and I fear they will end up on facebook.

Time! Quote!

"What have you been making me say!?"
"I'm a fat Asian"

Teto at work had been taking the piss out of the key (the Brazilian guy who used to do my job) because he spoke Portuguese. The key told him a phrase that he said was really dirty. When it actually meant the above. We laughed a lot that day.

"Jerry, just because you've got two hands, doesn't mean you have to girlfriends" *Does wanking motion with hands*

The bar girl to a little old man at one of the bars on East Hastings. He thought it was hilarious.