Proper Birthday update! Bagel! Another Walk!

So, my drunken update on my Birthday did pretty much cover all the main points from my Birthday, but I thought I'd give a slightly more comprehensive update now I've sobered up a bit.

So first off; work news. I'm slowly getting less dishwashing shifts. I've got 5 shifts next week, and only one of them is nothing but dishwashing. I did a shift on Monday and Friday were I did nothing but cook. Friday was pretty intense, I was the only one working my station, and, as on all Fridays it was really busy. I was making food constantly, and when ever there wasn't any orders, I was chopping up veg, and making tasters, But it was a lot more fun than dishwashing, as your working with 10 other people there is always loads of good banter. Friday's highlight was what a communist version of Joeys restaurant would be like (lots of cabbage, and a uniform waiting time of one hour for all food if your wondering). They still seem pretty happy with me, so its all going well.
Also, Chloe is staying in the same place that I am, she currently lives two doors down. So I spend most evenings watching (quite frankly shocking) TV with her, reading, playing on the computer etc. So the dull evenings at home are better these days as well. With the exception of occasional glitches, things seem to be going pretty well with her at the moment. 

So, when I've had time off the adventures have been as follows; me Rosie, and Piers went for a breakfast bagel and coffee on Commercial drive last week. We sat in the restaurant for about 3 hours talking away. It was pretty good. We now have a loose plan to rent a camper van and travel down the west coast of the states some time in April. Hopefully this will happen, but it depends on us all saving enough cash to do it. The next real adventure was... MY BIRFDAY!
So my Birthday was on Monday, I got up around 12. And met up with Rosie for some food at the restaurant she is currently working at, we were going to go somewhere else, but she got called into work, and when she told them her plans, they said I could go and have a free meal there. The restaurant has only just opened, and having a few teething problems. Customers aren't going in because there are no food prices on the menu outside the restaurant. When I got there, they had no cook, or mayonnaise, my mile high club sandwich came out in two slider buns as they had run out of bread as well. OK, a lot of teething problems. But the Iranian guy who owns the restaurant doesn't seem bothered, he has a lot of money, A Lot of Money. I'm beginning to wonder if the restaurant isn't actually a front for  a drug cartel or something, a way for them to make black market money white by passing it through the restaurant. Anyway, Rosie doesn't seem to bothered as she gets a very good wage, even if the tips are tiny. After I had gotten my (battered!?) fries, I scoffed the lot quickly and headed to work. I only had a four hour shift, and it was my first day on pans. When I got there they were really over staffed for a Monday, this was because they had cooks from another Joeys restaurant who were going to run the restaurant so we could all go to the staff party at 8. We all finished at 8:30 and handed the restaurant over to the imported cooks. As we were about to leave, J was asked to go back online and cook because the head server thought there weren't enough cooks. This was BS, as the restaurant is always dead on a Monday, so the rest of us decided to wait for him to finish. We finally got out the restaurant, into the worlds dodgiest cab (the driver was listening to Led Zep very loudly, telling really bad jokes, and was a completely different person to the photo on the Cab ID) and finally arrived at the party. I got three free beers straight off. Then I got bought birthday shots by various cooks, I also got some kind of ouzo based drink from Frederick that he had snuck into the party. I spent most of the evening talking to the other European travelers who also work in the kitchen, just because I have the most in common with them. Some awards were handed out, I got best international staff member. I won some mittens, I might have already mentioned it somewhere. I was pretty drunk, and worried I might be that person who makes a massive dick of himself at the staff party. But thanks to Corder drunkenly trying to chat up every server from the restaurant, and giving a drunken speech, this was avoided. After the party had finished me and Fabian got invited to go with some of the other cooks to a Vietnamese restaurant. I got bought some kind of noodle based dish, which had very thin slices of raw beef in, which cooks in the noodley broth before your eyes, and you eat the beef when its cooked enough for you. As far as I remember I ate it instantly. After wards I got a taxi home, went to see Chloe, told her about my mittens for 20 minutes solidly, convinced myself that I needed to buy the blender on a infomercial on the TV, before going to my room to write what has been described as my best blog entry ever.
Nothing much happened until this Thursday when Piers and JP came round so I could kind of celebrate my Birthday with them.  I made pizza, they bought donuts. JP (knowing of my love of planes) bought me book called Flip Flap Airport. This literary classic goes into immense details about how a airport works, along with pop up sections and "over 60 flaps to lift and other exciting surprises." Its very good. Afterward we headed down to gastown for a few drinks. We randomly saw a random band in the lamplight bar, who were pretty good. Afterward we headed up towards Cambie street for some pizza, before heading home. The wit of the evening was of a particularly high standard. The next day, with only a slight hangover, Team Family (Rosie, JP Piers and me) headed to Templetons to get some food. We arrived at 1:30 in enough time to sample the breakfast menu. I tried the scambled eggs and Brie served with grilled potatos and rosemary. It was marvelous. And thats pretty much all the news for the last couple of weeks.

TQ

"Can I just get every one'sh attensshion! awrsshhh shrwwrrarr frwarsshhhh shwarrr...."

Oh, Corder, thankyou for drinking far to much, standing on a chair and giving a speech after trying to chat up every girl from the restaurant. You kept everyone's eyes of me, who didn't take his mittens of all evening.

Me:-"So JP, if you get married, who's going to be your best man?
JP:-"Rosie"
Me:-"I guess she is about 30% a guy."
JP:-"Which makes her more of a guy than you or Piers"
Me:-"This is true. Poor Rosie, always the best man, never the bride."

I would just like to point out this was all a joke! But it was a hilarious. JP has a new girlfriend, the joke is:- he is planning to wed her so he doesn't have to come home on the 15th of June like the rest of us. I don't know if he will be happy with me saying this. But its to late now!

"SHUIT!!! I need a magic bullet blender... like..... now?"

I don't remember this, but apparently I said this after seeing the infomercial for the magic bullet after getting back from drinking on my Birthday. I shouted shit as well. Good. Times.