Afternoon cats and kittens. After last weeks half hearted entry (so half hearted I forgot to post it) this one should be a bit better since A) I've no longer got work-lag B) Some intresting stuff has happened. Shall we begin? Talley Ho!
So I finally finished work on the 23rd, having done 8 days straight. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself, but it turns out some of the servers did 12 days straight. The only highlight of the 8 day grind being going for drinks with some of the guys from work on the 22nd. Me and a couple of the other guys who finally got out the restaurant at 1:30 joined the others at a pub round the corner from us. They had all finished there shift at 10, so were pretty muller-riced by the time we got to them. Which was pretty funny. Corder drunkenly telling me I was the best addition to the night team in ages was pretty funny, but he was so intense I did get a bit worried he might go for the drunken kiss at one point. The only slightly embarrassing thing being me forgetting the last 6 months of drinking etiquette and going to the bar to get a drink, when there was table service, which the others thought was a little odd. After buying one drink and being bought two others I stumbled home. The next day was hard work, but it was my last so I didn't care.
Next day! Christmas Eve! :-D I've never felt more crappy when I've woken up in my entire life. I hadn't realised how much stress the last 8 days had put on my body. I woke up at 12, remember standing up. Then the next thing I know its 12:30 and I've some how ended up back in bed again. I finally managed to get up and did a bit of last minute food shopping for the following days roast. Before climbing back into bed for another couple of hours before heading round JP's for Christmas Eve drinks and general mirth. I had to take a lot of stuff to JP's, and some how managed to pick the thinnest carrier bag in the world to hold some of the stuff. As I got of the skytrain one of the bags split, but none of the stuff was falling out, I could see JP's place was only 4 blocks away so made a run for it. The bag finally emptied its contents half a block from JP's front door, I managed to collect most of it up, with the rest hanging out the bag and dragging along the floor. At least know one saw that, I thought, but as I approached the door JP, Rosie and Piers had arrived at his place at the same time as me, and seen everything. Rosie was uncontrollable hysterics. I just repeated "Fuck My Life" repeatedly for a few minutes until I had calmed down. As is the great British tradition we started drinking, and watching Christmas movies, the first movie we watched was the nightmare before Christmas, a classic, and the last Tim Burton film I can think of that was Really good, and not just above average. We played card games while this was going on, but we were all watching the film, so there were no real winners. For the next film we decided to stop playing cards so our full conentration could be given to.... Jingle all the way. A tale about Arnold Schwarzenegger, trying to get that years 'must have toy' which sold out months ago. How does he go about this? By lying, cheating, theft, vanalism, and light mindless violence. And what happens in the end? He gets the toy for the kid. I'm not exactly sure what the moral of the story was meant to be, but it was still really enteraining, and I thought schwarzenegger's acting was at its worst in kindergarden cop, but he pulls out all the stops in this one. 7/10. Could try harder. We were all now pretty drunk, and played the DVD extra game of guess the present, and it seemed the funniest thing in the world. After this we carried on drinking and watching random christmas specials on the TV. Until around 3AM when we decided it really was bed time. We all crashed on JP's floor, and woke up around 8:30 feeling pretty special, but excited at the prospect of presents and (well.. for me) food. Rosie woke up Jon-Paul who didn't get up straight away, but did when I released a a noise making balloon outside his room, which he immidattly grabbed and stabbed with a knife when he came out his door. The most frieghtneing part is, I have no idea were he got the knife from. We all now swapped presents and opened any we had been sent. I had a good haul this year, some of the better presents including a 25P boswells yoyo, a T-shirt that says "AETHHAPPYHAPPYYA. Boys on the Street they hope." There would be a photo if my camera hadn't exploded. Some glowsticks, and... some really nice headphones from JP which are currently in action as I write. Thanks JP! Afterward I attempted to make pancakes, but somehow cocked up the batter massively, so we gave in and went down to English bay on a Christmas day walk, as it was a clear and moderately warm day. I attempted to skim stones, Piers 'I'm good at everything, but not smug, so you can't get mad at me' Morgan skipped every stone he picked up. When we got back it was time to commence the cooking of the roast. Except it didn't seem to be cooking to quickly, we left it in there an hour, and it had bearly browned, it was at this point we realised the oven was in Farenhight and not Celcius, we quickly upgraded the oven temperature, and our meal finally finished cooking, taking a total of 4 hours in the oven. I thought it turned out pretty good, it was the first roast I've had since I've been in Canada, so it would have had to have been prettty dire for me to complain about it. Meal finally consumed me and Rosie carried on drinking for a bit, then around 8, I left JP's place and met up with Chloe who had just been to a meal at Moniques..... oh yea, forgot to mention. Right, so Chloe is back from Whistler, despite finding a job, she (VERY unfairly) got booted out of her house, continuing the great tradition of all landlords being massive cocks, and couldn't find another place to live up there, what with the Olympics, and general lack of accommodation. So decided to come back to Vancouver. Me and her headed back to my pad, ate molltisers and watched "The snowman" Why? Because its Christmas is why. The following day I got up grabbed some food and just made it into work in time for the 6PM start. It was a fairly busy evening, and I finished for 1AM, got home and went straight to bed in anticipation of the 12AM start the next day. It was Really busy at work, I spent the day prepping onion rings, Crispy Mash and Lobster Sandwiches. I was meant to finish at 5PM, but ended up working until 11, as the restaurant was heaving, and one of the line cooks didn't turn up for work, he went home to Alberta for the Christmas holidays, and never came back. So I spent the evening line cooking, which was a lot fun, but mad as we were under staffed. We ran out of loads of stuff, at one point I was out the back making Crispy Mash to order. When I finally finished work, I went round Chloe's abode, she is currently staying in Linda's place, as Linda has moved into a new place, and is staying there on the grounds that she cleans the place up. This also means the place is completely empty with the exception of a few bags of rubbish, and a inflatable bed, giving the place a real crack den vibe. Monday was my day off, so me and Chloe went a grabbed a coffee in the morning, then went for some food at the Furniture warehouse (I had the $5 work's burger, naturally) after looking round the sales in downtown we headed down to English Bay, I think the idea was we would see the sunset, but as there was 100% cloud cover, we just watched it Get Dark. Afterward I helped her clean up her apartment a bit. On Tuesday morning we grabbed another coffee, then it was time for me to head home so I could do my washing, clean my room etc, as I'm working today. On my way home I passed the movie theater, and decided I really did need to see Avatar. Now. It was pretty good, the first film I've seen in ages I'd quite happily pay to see again at the cinema. James Cameron should stick to directing, since the script he's written is dire (unobtanium!?). But the actors in it really good, and pull the script off. The action scenes are amazing, the CGI characters move in a believable way, and don't look like there disobeying the laws of physics To much like in Spider Man, or all of the Harry Potter films. My only other complain is: Why is it so long? There are so many scenes that could have easily been cut, and saved for the directors cut DVD. Did we really need to see him visit every bloody tribe on the planet and ask for there help? By the final fight seen with the sergeant in the robot I just wanted him hurry up and kill him so we could all go home. 8/10. A- Very good. But needs condensing. Got home. Washing on. Clean room. Bed.
The music video's on the extravaganza entry were a rip-roaring success, so I've decided to add another this week. Now I've got some headphones I can listen to stuff with a bit more bass. I've been listening to dubstep and hyper dub again, winters are always for dark electronic music and metal, summers for up beat electro and indie. So this week its a dub step track from Burial, called Fostercare.
Listening to this reminds me of my raving days (traveling to and from, ex-industrial, run down , cities) especially with the high pitched lyrics, even the track names ( In Mc Donalds, Endorphin, Near Dark and .... Raver) point to that life style. The track names and sound make me think of run down housing estates, cold dark winters, and dark sodium street light lit streets. So it reminds me of Birmingham I guess.
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Greg:- "Did you get much sleep last night in the end then?"
Kelvin:- "I got 7 hours in the end, I got back watched some "stuff" on the internet, then went to sleep."
Claire:- "AAAahahahahaha"
Kelvin didn't see that Claire (the only (very quiet and reserved) girl who works in the kitchen) was stood round the corner, and was a liiitttle to honest. When he realised Claire had heard he went bright red, then Claire went bright red, then I went bright red. Poor Kelvin. Poor Claire. Poor everybody.
Store Security Guard:- "Look, I know you've stolen this stuff from here, so get out my store"
Women:- No I didn't, I bought them some were else"
Store secuirity Guard:- "Really? So which store are they from?
Women:- "That one up the road"
Store Secuirity Guard:- "Which one?"
Women:- "That one up the road"
Store Secuirity Guard:- "Bullshit. Get out. Or I will call the cops"
*Women leaves*
Store Secuirity Guard:- "Shit.... we don't sell these eggs. EXCUSE ME! COME BACK! Sorry!"
Awkward. He was really laying into her, I'm not surprised she left. Poor women.
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