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Today is Monday. Now that my hours at work have been reduced I really don't get any particular feeling about Monday. For all I care, it could be Friday. I'm going to have a lot of time off this summer. The downside, of course, is money. But, I'm of the opinion that my time is much better spent enjoying myself than being sold.
I went to a party in Kits on Sat. night. It was ok. Except that I hate parties and most people annoy me. There was this one guy and his girlfriend, he's an architect and she's a teacher. He was going on and on about all these fabulous buildings that he's designing and about how his job is oh-so important. The girlfriend hardly said a word. She just sat there, nibbling red peppers and looking anorexic. Anyway, the guy (who also, by the way, had a ponytail a la 90's style) starts telling me this story, which is supposed to illustrate just how important and pivotal he is to his company. The story is about how he and the stick girl were in Cuba and the plans for a new building had to be drawn up immediately so that government funding could be procured. "We were lying on the beach in Coooba...eating dinner in Coooba...talking on my cell phone in Coooba...blah, blah, Coooba". I started to get he feeling that this guy really liked saying the word "Coooba"; as if pronouncing the name of a country correctly was going to somehow separate him from the masses. What a goof. Later on in the conversation we got onto the topic of old Vancouver versus new. I mentioned that I had grown up in Van and that since moving back after 6 years away I had noticed some changes to the city that I wasn't too keen on. Long hair asked me what I meant. I felt like saying, "Yuppie shits like you and your stick are taking over my fair city. You're pumping her full of money and cheap housing and media culture. You're killing the mom & pop shops and replacing them with big box and you're turning three wheeled baby strollers into the must-have accessory of the year!" But, instead I said something about too much traffic and an increased population. Honestly, I liked it when BC was in an economic slump. I liked it when everyone was moving away. Stay out of my goddamn city! Stay off my trails and off my roads and get the fuck out of my neighbourhood! Sometimes I have this little daydream while I'm wandering the forest trails. I dream about being the last person left after a holocaust or some sort of biological disaster. I try and imagine how I'd feel, really. And, I think I would like it.
So after Saturday night I ended up at another BBQ on Sunday night. This time though, with friends. Real friends. The ones who you know all their dysfunctions but still like them. We're such a funny group, but I really love those guys.
I went to a party in Kits on Sat. night. It was ok. Except that I hate parties and most people annoy me. There was this one guy and his girlfriend, he's an architect and she's a teacher. He was going on and on about all these fabulous buildings that he's designing and about how his job is oh-so important. The girlfriend hardly said a word. She just sat there, nibbling red peppers and looking anorexic. Anyway, the guy (who also, by the way, had a ponytail a la 90's style) starts telling me this story, which is supposed to illustrate just how important and pivotal he is to his company. The story is about how he and the stick girl were in Cuba and the plans for a new building had to be drawn up immediately so that government funding could be procured. "We were lying on the beach in Coooba...eating dinner in Coooba...talking on my cell phone in Coooba...blah, blah, Coooba". I started to get he feeling that this guy really liked saying the word "Coooba"; as if pronouncing the name of a country correctly was going to somehow separate him from the masses. What a goof. Later on in the conversation we got onto the topic of old Vancouver versus new. I mentioned that I had grown up in Van and that since moving back after 6 years away I had noticed some changes to the city that I wasn't too keen on. Long hair asked me what I meant. I felt like saying, "Yuppie shits like you and your stick are taking over my fair city. You're pumping her full of money and cheap housing and media culture. You're killing the mom & pop shops and replacing them with big box and you're turning three wheeled baby strollers into the must-have accessory of the year!" But, instead I said something about too much traffic and an increased population. Honestly, I liked it when BC was in an economic slump. I liked it when everyone was moving away. Stay out of my goddamn city! Stay off my trails and off my roads and get the fuck out of my neighbourhood! Sometimes I have this little daydream while I'm wandering the forest trails. I dream about being the last person left after a holocaust or some sort of biological disaster. I try and imagine how I'd feel, really. And, I think I would like it.
So after Saturday night I ended up at another BBQ on Sunday night. This time though, with friends. Real friends. The ones who you know all their dysfunctions but still like them. We're such a funny group, but I really love those guys.
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