Well, tis been an interesting and eventful week!! I went home to Lloyd for the weekend, but before I did, I couldn't resist going for a quick coffee with my old chum Dave. Pretty difficult to sum up five years of stuff in an hour and a half coffee session, but it sounds like he's had a hell-of-a half decade!! He brought a bunch of pictures to show me. Turns out he actually went to Japan and back a few times over the last four years. And...he's married with a kid now!!!! Beautiful baby girl. His new wife and daughter should be arriving in Canada shortly once their visas clear. He said it took him a few months after the baby was born for it to sink in that he's a daddy. Hee hee hee! I think that's typical of most new dads. He took some beautiful shots of Japan. The buildings didn't look as tall as I expected. I also got to go to (gasp!) the Commie!! Some of Char's old friends were in town, so we went out and had a right-good pisser. Not sure the Commie is really their scene, but they were good sports for trying. I ran into some of Mr. Jesus's friends (from here on in dubbed as such due to his striking resemblance to the afore mentioned) and it was a good thing I was so tanked or it would have been awkward. Cool Blue Method was playing, and to my surprise I knew the bass player from an outing at the Commie over Christmas with my Montreal friend (for those of you who don't know Montreal friend, you'll have to go to my Christmas archives to catch up). I had no idea he was one of the "Cool Blue Method Guys"!! So anyhoo, I realized the next morning I still can't remember his name (damn it!) but it was nice to say hi. He remembered me anyway, so I didn't feel like a complete fool. As I recall, I also got to sing the final line to their cover of Jimi Hendrix's "Red House" (as in: "if my baby don't want me no more, *cue nat* I know her sister will"). The singer saw me belting it out in the audience and tossed the mic my way. Again, I would like to thank "liquid courage" for my balls. On the down side, I always turn into a bit of a slutty mess when I'm drunk, so I found myself flirting with Mr. Ex from Lloyd Cerca Winter 2002. He's got a live-in girlfriend now so that was a seriously bad move. *cue sound of nat smacking forehead vigorously* On our way out of the bar, I also made out with some guy named Shamus (I think) who said I looked familiar from somewhere (original, I know, but I agreed he looked familiar). Luckily I fled the scene before he asked for my number (again, head smacking). Someone stole my expensive new black coconut fiber shirt, which got me puking mad. I was ranting and raving about it when I got outside, when Mr. E. F. L. pointed out that I was stepping on it on the snowy sidewalk. Aparently someone took it and then changed their mind I guess. Ah well. It needed a good washing anyway. Oi. Good times. Good "I'm sure it'll come back to haunt me" times. Sigh. So, I spent the rest of my weekend in Lloyd with my sicky Ma (she's got some kind of cold again), bumped into various ghosts, and came back revived with a sense of dread for how much shit I still have to do, plus about a million ideas for distractions.