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You. Can. Only. Type. One. Word.

1. Where is your cell phone? Beside.
2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? Virtual.
3. Your hair? Red.
4. Your mother? Dead.
5. Your father? Ditto.
6. Your favorite item? Seraph.
7. Your dream last night? Absent.
8. Your favorite drink? Colada.
9. Your dream car? Have.
10. The room you are in? Hotel.
11. Your ex? Friendly.
12. Your fear? Loneliness.
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Happy.
14. Who did you hang out with last night? Peeps!
15. What you're not? Attractive.
19. The last thing you did? Sleep.
20. What are you wearing? Underwear.
22. Your favorite book? Sagan.
23. The last thing you ate? Dessert.
24. Your life? Meh.
25. Your mood? Apprehensive.
26. Your friends? Loved.
27. What are you thinking about right now? Me.
28. Your car? Civic.
29. What are you doing at the moment? Blogging.
30. Your summer? Scotland.
31. Your relationship status? Morose.
32. What is on your TV? Bones.
33. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday.
34. Last time you cried? Birthday.
35. School? Torture.

Copy. Paste. Answer. Questions. In. One. Word.

The Lost Weekend, Part 6

Aside from the Ale and Whores, Last night was the high point of my trip. It was the requisite trip to the Clubhouse with the Vancouver Peeps.

Before that, I had the run to Granville Island I blogged about earlier. This was followed by a walk around the Downtown Vancouver "square" (Granville/Robson/Denman/Davies), wherein I bought a few books.

By the end of running 45 minutes and walking two hours, my legs were pretty sore. I went back to the hotel room to read and managed about an hour of that before getting a call from bognaustroglum. We met then went to twentieth to meet with the others, somejauntypolka, whiggy_one, and chris9871. We headed out to the clubhouse and had a nice quiet meal. I also did a wee amount of drinking. for me, a wee amount of drinking is more then enough. A strawberry colada and a Smirnoff ice later and I was feeling wheeee. I was literally seconds away from asking for the server's phone number. Thankfully I didn't. Last thing I need right now is rejection.

One noteworthy tale of my drunkeness: We were discussing Jeff's theory of celebrite marriages (so many people fantasize about sleeping with celebrites, that when two celebrites meet, the psychic tension is so great that they have to get together. The British example was Beck and Posh. North America would probably be Brangelina). I had a massive freudian slip, describing it as "fantasize about sleeping with the waitress". Naturally they all burst out laughing. There was no way I could could coverup or explain away that statement. Owning it was my only option.

The bad thing is that it was Sunday night and all my friends had to work Monday morning. We couldn't go as late as I'd have liked.

I had them drop me off at a theatre downtown and I went in to catch a movie. The only movie that I was willing to watch was Blades of Glory, but I was alone and comedies are best watched in groups. So I walked back to the hotel.

In the hotel I was still a little tipsy and ended up chatting with conejita_diabla over MSN. I also had a brainstorm - Death by Chocolate, which was a mere five blocks away. I had to find Mainland and Davies and couldn't because the damn intersection wasn't marked. I managed to spiral into it just in time to see the doors locked and the server cashing out. Damn. I ended up having a square and an iced chocolate at a local coffee shop. It was a good square though.

More Self Analysis From a Former Teatotaller

I was describing a curious phenomenon about sobering up last night, and how it made me sad without really being sad. Essentially, I was up and then, sobering up, I was back to normal. But my brain interpreted it as being normal, then having my mood drop to sad.

I described it mathematically, how going from +1 to 0 had the same difference as going from 0 to -1.

Is this a normal emotional response to sobering up?

I was tempted to stay at tipsy by hitting a bar on the way back to the hotel after my chocolate expedition, but opted not to. Drinking alone would have been bad. As it was, I was in an OK, but introspective mood for the rest of the evening. Chatting online helped keep me there.

The Lost Weekend, part 7

Was this a good trip? I got what I wanted to do accomplished so that's a point in its favour. On the other hand, I didn't get to spend nearly as much time with my friends as I'd have liked. That's not really anybodies fault. I mean, I could have given more notice about the trip, but I don't think it would have changed anyone's schedules.

Part of what's bothering me is I didn't get to spend that much time at twentieth, which I feel is something of a "clubhouse" for the Vancouver gang. It'll be gone by the time I'm out this way again. To see it this weekend was a little sad. Partly it was because it's likely to be the last time. Partly because it used to be a homey home, but now it's a ghost of it's former self.

I also want to do different things with my friends. They're homebodies mostly. I mean, I like going out to dinner with them, but I'd like to do other things too. Game (RPGs - not online) maybe, or go exploring in the real world. Hell, what I'd really like to do is go traveling with them. We all go to somewhere we haven't been. Vegas or 'Frisco for example. I'm sad that I can't seem to share that with them.

Hell, I just want to share this with someone. My trip with hislittlekitty last year was fun, despite the blistering heat, because I got to share it. It was the same thing with the wedding trip - we were all on a grand adventure.

I think that's the worst part about traveling alone, the not sharing. Sadly the alternative (not traveling at all) is worse.

And now I'm just biding my time until I head to the airport. I think it was an OK trip, but I was kind of hoping for a great trip.

Oh well, Scotland will be better.

The Lost Weekend, part 8

Home again, home again.

On the plane, there were three minor Canadian celebrites. Having a bit of a tiff apparently. One was pissed off at the other two. So much so that when the flight attendents moved them to the emergency exit aisle (where I was sitting, by myself, which is against some regulations), he flipped them off. All was well as they exited the plane though, As he got a hug from one of his costars.

I will say that actors' abilities to charm anyone gets on my nerves (lacking this ability myself). They had all four attendants eating out of their hands, and one cute girl ended up going with them after the flight for drinks. Nice.

So that was my brush with fame. Didn't talk to them at all - mostly because any conversation would have started like this: "I love your show, even though I've never watched it". That just seems a little stupid as conversations go.