Jessie_D_Wheelie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jessiedwheelie) wrote,@ 2007-01-27 22:06:00 |
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NON PHOTO UPDATE
I am not as cool as everyone else with their photo-dialogue updates so just deal with the WORDS OK.
I am procrastinating in the hugest way right now but it is 10pm on a Saturday for chrissakes and I can hardly be held responsible for not doing work, right??
Last night was pretty damn hilarious. A bunch of us went to the Cambie for Episode 3 of Season 1: Friday Night at The Cambie. That place. I am kind of in love with it. For those who have never experienced the glory, it is an ancient pub in a scary/slowly-turning-hip part of Vancouver that I usually go to school in. The pub is filled with the most random mix of people you will ever see EVAR. Backpackers from the hostel upstairs, construction workers getting off shift, baby revolutionaries in their Army and Navy shirts, the odd scenster who has wandered way, way off track, and of course, a homeless dude or two for good measure. Oh, and occasionally a drunk girl in a wheelchair. Amusing events never fail to transpire, especially when my inhibitions are lowered juuuuuust enough that I will talk engage in conversation with whoever stops me and accept drinks from anyone. Safety first!!
Last night was classic in its own right. Early on some dude proclaimed me "The most gorgeous woman in the place!" but I was not drunk enough to respond, let alone care. Fast forward an hour or two and suddenly the dude is somehow sitting beside me and telling me all about his meaningful Chinese symbol forearm tats that mean 'Life' and "Death' because "That's what it's all about. No joke. That's what it's all about." Awesomely, he continued by telling me that he's kind of an asshole, has a pitbull, a REAL diamond in his ear, and when he "buys his property and builds his place" it'll be back on the island. Obviously, he was a TOTAL catch.
Eventually, however, I began to sober up and he became rapidly less amusing. At a stupider point in the night, I had ridiculously given him my number (WHAT) and when I put two and two together, decided I should pull a runner and hope that he entered it wrong. Thus, I deftly wove through the crowd to lose him, caught Jason and Cathy and urged them to MOVE OUT!! And we were so close too!! We almost made it! I have no idea why the dude at the door stopped us but Random Man caught up and followed me out! NOOOOOOOO.
And then commenced a pretty awesome scene that involved a homeless dude asking for change, Random Man being 100% asshole and yelling "Get a job!" (Apparently girls love it when you kick people who are down. Guess I didn't get that memo) , me telling him that WOW he IS an asshole! and Random Man suddenly becoming incredibly contrite, begging to see me (oh baby) and couldn't I see that he was trying here??? Like really trying?? Awesomely he blurted out "I want to see you. TOMORROW!" at which point the barely suppressed laughter burst forth and I blunty broke the news that he had no chance in hell.
But he still might have my number. Which means I could end up being his Chinese symbol tattooed Baby Momma shortly before the child gets its faced chewed off by the pitbull.
God Bless The Cambie.
PS. There were many more hijinks including a pub-wide "Does my eyebrow make me look angry?" poll (answer:no), a 'We Cannot Make Out' ban being issued, the adoption of a street wise street urchin guide, the loss of a purse, the finding of the purse, and eventually (inevitably) the breaking of the ban.
I am not as cool as everyone else with their photo-dialogue updates so just deal with the WORDS OK.
I am procrastinating in the hugest way right now but it is 10pm on a Saturday for chrissakes and I can hardly be held responsible for not doing work, right??
Last night was pretty damn hilarious. A bunch of us went to the Cambie for Episode 3 of Season 1: Friday Night at The Cambie. That place. I am kind of in love with it. For those who have never experienced the glory, it is an ancient pub in a scary/slowly-turning-hip part of Vancouver that I usually go to school in. The pub is filled with the most random mix of people you will ever see EVAR. Backpackers from the hostel upstairs, construction workers getting off shift, baby revolutionaries in their Army and Navy shirts, the odd scenster who has wandered way, way off track, and of course, a homeless dude or two for good measure. Oh, and occasionally a drunk girl in a wheelchair. Amusing events never fail to transpire, especially when my inhibitions are lowered juuuuuust enough that I will talk engage in conversation with whoever stops me and accept drinks from anyone. Safety first!!
Last night was classic in its own right. Early on some dude proclaimed me "The most gorgeous woman in the place!" but I was not drunk enough to respond, let alone care. Fast forward an hour or two and suddenly the dude is somehow sitting beside me and telling me all about his meaningful Chinese symbol forearm tats that mean 'Life' and "Death' because "That's what it's all about. No joke. That's what it's all about." Awesomely, he continued by telling me that he's kind of an asshole, has a pitbull, a REAL diamond in his ear, and when he "buys his property and builds his place" it'll be back on the island. Obviously, he was a TOTAL catch.
Eventually, however, I began to sober up and he became rapidly less amusing. At a stupider point in the night, I had ridiculously given him my number (WHAT) and when I put two and two together, decided I should pull a runner and hope that he entered it wrong. Thus, I deftly wove through the crowd to lose him, caught Jason and Cathy and urged them to MOVE OUT!! And we were so close too!! We almost made it! I have no idea why the dude at the door stopped us but Random Man caught up and followed me out! NOOOOOOOO.
And then commenced a pretty awesome scene that involved a homeless dude asking for change, Random Man being 100% asshole and yelling "Get a job!" (Apparently girls love it when you kick people who are down. Guess I didn't get that memo) , me telling him that WOW he IS an asshole! and Random Man suddenly becoming incredibly contrite, begging to see me (oh baby) and couldn't I see that he was trying here??? Like really trying?? Awesomely he blurted out "I want to see you. TOMORROW!" at which point the barely suppressed laughter burst forth and I blunty broke the news that he had no chance in hell.
But he still might have my number. Which means I could end up being his Chinese symbol tattooed Baby Momma shortly before the child gets its faced chewed off by the pitbull.
God Bless The Cambie.
PS. There were many more hijinks including a pub-wide "Does my eyebrow make me look angry?" poll (answer:no), a 'We Cannot Make Out' ban being issued, the adoption of a street wise street urchin guide, the loss of a purse, the finding of the purse, and eventually (inevitably) the breaking of the ban.
