a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

it was another beautiful tuesday in vancity, and i started it off by heading downtown to visit Gerri and Spec, and to pick up some fancy recording equipment. next up was the library where i found some books and some instructional material on how to comp...by the time i made it home it was 1pm already!

i prettied my home and read a bit, practiced a bit, just lounged in general, and before i knew it, seb buzzed my door.

we cruised in the convertible midget (i've never really liked cars until i started hanging out with this person) and i LOVE this one, in fact, it's making me want to learn how to drive (a stick no less) so that i can one day own this vehicle.

we went to oakridge, where we visited our old friends at boys'co and i was alarmed to find that the whole homie trade had been shut down because someone is a homie hoarder. i left some bananas in protest and bought a hat. it's pretty nice, and i've been very good at not buying anything, so it was a treat. besides, it came with a complimentary magnet.

next up, the origins counter where we visited with the mizthang..all the sisters were working so i was able to introduce bes to the brood. i think he's sold on the facial experience, as well as the product,and we both left glowing.

back at the homestead, i fixed up a dinner of ginger/maple syrup chicken, indian rice, and steamed asaparagus, complimented by a mango nectar because no one's mother was there to actually peel the fruit (for the fruit).

we rushed to IGA to fill up the 18L of water (guess i have two boyfriends that can carry my water now) and were concerned that it would impede the performance of the car. that worry was fruitless however, as the midget weaved in and out of traffic just fine. i also bought myself some soy ice cream (had cookies in it, and i think the wheat made me sick) but i thoroughly enjoyed it at the time, in the car and in the movie theatre, i also spilled it on myself, to top off a day of spilling various things on myself.

we enjoyed the Ridge's offering of the double billing of "p.s." and "the woodsman". who would've thunk that laura linney would be so damn hot and well dressed for a woman of her age? and that dame dash produced "the woodsman"? guess he's branching out...and mos def is a pretty good actor, but eve needs more than just bit parts. they were both good because of their lack of 'hollywood' quality, but believable because the characters were flawed, troubled, and yes, human. when patti labelle came on singing "eye on the sparrow", i was very moved because it made me think of my teenage drama queens and their talent...and why i wake up every day great-full that i have a rewarding and lucrative career in my sights.

i had lunch with my dad today, all the way in richmond, but i made it back on the same transfer so it's all good.

i'm reading this really excellent book about Sarah DeVries, one of the sex workers that was missing from the downtown eastside until her remains were found on that pig farm, and it's really interesting the history that i'm learning about vancouver along the way. i do love this city, and i'm claiming roots here, something that i don't think i was ready to do a year ago even.

oh, and i'm not as broke as i thought, but i think the hysteria of being broke probably helped this fact, go figure. all4now. 

firmly, y'all, very firmly. in this case, i mean i'm putting my foot down and refusing to deal with any guilt trips or tomfoolery. period. that's all i'm gonna say about that.

another week has gone by, and it's been punctuated with a surprise hookup with scurvy, where we rode electronic animals (mine was a harder ride, but hers was steadier and longer...) it was the best $0.50 i've spent in weeks, and that was for both of us! we dined on allucaneat sushi, and rolled ourselves up the hill. i think she decided to stop being friends with me after virgin records where i decided to try out and actually like 'the emancipation of mimi'. i admit to being seduced by the cover, but she's actually good, not trying too hard, with the exception of the first single...

i spent the week prepping the girls for the jazz showcase and got all giddy because they were gonna sound awesome. there's something about 14/15 year old girls who sing AND play their own instruments AND write songs...yep, they're gonna blow up and i can't wait to keep working with them. they make the last couple months of work worth it, as i will have something to continue looking forward to.

Gerri's going away partay marked a reunion of sorts for us, and also some new friends for some. Likening dogs to small Japanese children and murderous looks of internalized faggotry aside, it was a good night.

just getting caught up at the library and setting off to vacuum my house to thelonious monk, gonna search for some June Jordan too, since i heard her read her stuff courtesy of the ol' co-op radio (102.7 CFRO) and then it's time to cruise around in a midget with my favorite gay boyfriend. all4now.

that's where i'll send y'all! ok, so i have lots to report...i'm chillin' at my baby's place, so no library constraints are working against me...too much has happened, so i'll pick it up at last weekend. after work last friday, i headed down to grab some edamame and some salmon rolls to put in my purse. next, across the street to cbc to attend the free screening of 'woodwards' hosted by the one and only george stroumbolopolous, who is indeed one spicy meatball in person y'all. we made the eye contact and exchanged headnods. the q&a wrapped just in time for us to cross the street again and into the throes of the Cho. Notoriously gathering the entire population of the West End and holding nothing back, the Assasin was the one that I wanted to start the Revolution. All I can say is that i'm sad that i missed her peacock outfit, girl! and how right is she about not being able to mix her old gay and her new gay...they are like japanese fighting fish indeed. Didn't see Scurvy or Devo, but got caught up with both to dish about the diva and her delicious little fagfriend Bruce! saturday morning, i had my consultation with my new naturalpath, who is sooo gay! i love his tight pants and i felt comfortable with his pricey asian ass. :) he put me on a hypoallergenic diet and diagnosed my hives as 'bloodheat' in chinese medicine, and put me on a homeopathic remedy to de-toxify my blood. i couldn't afford the powder shake detox he wanted to put me on, but this should be a start, it's day 2 and i'm feeling ok, yesterday was hard because i was feeling dehydrated and hungry, gotta plan better for meals i can partake in...plus i was getting some major drama from the queen of, and it was taking all my energy to convert it back into positive energy, and i couldn't do it in the end, but hey, i don't even think i had enough amino acids to convert into the energy i needed to perform basic functions like breathing..ai-ya. but i gave my notice (2 months can i add, a lot more than the 2 weeks that's necessary, so i shouldn't be raked over the coals for it) and i'm ending the stint in retail with a trip to nyc, which is what i wanted for this summer anyways. it will be a reward for getting my degree, and taking care of myself to do what's right and retiring my over-qualified, way too talented ass from retail. back to saturday nite: after not freaking out over an unfortunate scheduling (or lack of respect for) mishap, i took my gay boyfriend in his fabulous bondage gear to skybar (figure this out, i took my straight boyfriend to margaret cho, and my gay one to skybar...hmmm) we thought it was gonna be sucky, especially because i had gotten the phone call, that our cover would not be $5 as originally thought, but $12, but he was a trooper and decided to come anyway. we lucked out because as we were waiting in line, we observed that there was some kind of persian fest happening, and a streetfight deflected attention from us, as well as the doorman with the latte that was kinda giving me the eye, so when he asks me if i'm there for "patricia's birthday, right?" i just nod and smile and step through the metal detector and make eye contact with mgb and we just slip in the elevator and right up to the club, not paying a penny. the evening just picks up from there, being the most fun we've ever had clubbing (even with the lack of swinging penises). the music was just right for both of us, which is a feat which is hard to accomplish. i was rooting for all the persian milfs in the place to be, and i even danced with one who had a particularly terrible sugar daddy. i also danced with the midget who was there from the time that we went on our limo ride to the peelers there for kinders' 19th bday. but the best was this huge guy who was very emphatically singing along with the songs and dancing as hard as he could. i HAD to dance with him, we had a running man off during 'bust a move' and when someone like that starts slapping his belly while dancing with you and leans over to tell you that you are 'absolutely divine', you know you've arrived. yep. but the highlight of the night, as i snaked through both dancefloors (where incidently, we started the dancing on both floors) i ran smack dab into george. i grabbed him to tell him that i was at the screening the night before and he was like, oh "i'm george". ya, i know. he's still got my hand in introductory clasp when these total groupies come up to him and fall out of their tops to gush "oh, you're that guy! i'm italian too!"...and he's like, "ya, i'm greek..." dumb ass chicks. what kind of italian name is stroumbolopolous?! but he just asks them, "do you know Angelica?"...and that was such an ego stroke cuz i was fully dressed. they leave and he turns to me to say, "oh, were they friends of yours?" and i'm like "no honey, those were your groupies"...but he wasn't claiming them and we ended up talking about the show and he told me to email him if i wanted to come to the taping this week here in beautiful vancity. we parted ways with an open-ended suggestion to have some water sometime. (sigh) i like him because besides being short, (i think that amanda chick used to tower over him and rick), he's just like i thought he would be, and that's cool. how can i not have a small crush on such a beautiful man who is also just cool and has a history of doing important political entertainment work? but not to worry..i'm only cooking dinner in short shorts and long socks for one cbc man, and that would be one who's radio-one even though he comes over to listen to his ipod and scoff the cfro... sunday was my last supper so to speak, and i did it all up, super buttery mashed potatoes, marinated steaks, caramalized onions, and gomae spinach, served with nectar and dessert of fruit, grape and jack. yum. i love that i can have meals with my man...and be the favorite dish! now that i know what i'm dealing with, i'm ready to enjoy my next couple of days off, then go back to the store to close it out like the champion i am, and finish various art projects before my beloved friends move on to the next chapters of their lives....i have a cabaret to prepare for and a jazz piano exam! better get off my broke ass, don't think this will become quite like angela nissel's broke diaries, but i wouldn't fight okayplayer if they were to pick me up! all4now.

ok, so it's been awhile, and i'm trying to recount the most interesting and/or memorable in my brain update without spewing a novella...here goes:

yesterday, i decided for sure to be committed to Dose, the best of the rash of new free dailies in vancity. it has the best quotes ever and featured a full colour centerfold of veggiemeat. how hot is that?! it was day 3 of not spending any money, due to the epiphany that hey! i am broke, on friday. anyways, kinders found a two month old chocolate chip cookie in the fridge, and i popped it into the microwave to heat it and eat it, and went to call rocky mountain chocolate factory to check on the shelflife of the damn thing to ensure that we wouldn't die, to come back to find that it was burnt to a crisp! there was smoke everywhere, and luckily it wasn't that bad, though i swore that the alarms would go off because our vents/alarms were just serviced. we were all so broke that we were cursing me because that was our "treasure" of the day. Jerri and I misted the room and later on i'm sure i was looking very guilty when the fire inspector showed up, just by chance, to check out our store.

spec-one was scrounging the bottles to return for hot caffeine, and we went on an excursion to london drugs to visit with my new favorite employee, who was there with my declaring that i bought the raisins, as well as returning the cheezies...

i came out of the fire to help an eccentrically dressed robin givens buy some stuff for her kids. upon confirmation of identity, she was very sweet and told me that we would see her a few more times cuz she loves our stuff. if only i had my copy of 'head of state' for her to autograph...

i came outside to admire foxy roxy's new hairdoo (spec was already out there) and a homeless man comes up to us, points at the store, and asks me "do you work there?" i answered yes, and he hung his head in defeat and walked off, as if me working there was proof that i wouldn't even have any money for him to ask for. and he was right.

sunday, my dad comes over to bless the new apartment (he didn't say anything, so i don't think he likes it, well, he told me that my imaginative curtain creating was like viet nam) and he tried to give me his bondage chairs, so ya, i'll take them...it's funny how i'm so sure now more than ever that i'm not the milkman's child. i ask my dad for some foodstuffs to help my brokeness, and he brings over: 1 jello cup, 2 dried persimmons, 3 pkgs of assorted ramen, a rotisserie chicken and a huge box of granola. he also cooked my some thit cau..so i won't complain. we cruised down kingsway (to be with our people, but there's not a lot of them around at 9am on sunday) this will have to be continued as the library man is getting me down! aaahhh!!!!