the year is 2012

and I am going to stop apologizing for my lack of blogging consistency. Although I guess if I want my witty writing attempts to be rewarded with readers and comments I should revisit that thought.

maybe.

false alarm

today's good again.

Today is a Fail.

It started out fine! I had a good sleep in, relaxing morning and a delicious cup of coffee. My rehearsal was very productive – got some good blocking and scene work done! The plan was to meet up with my favourite downtowners for an afternoon movie. This is where it get sarcastically awesome. I can’t find my wallet at the theatre. Great. I run out of gas trying to get home on the freeway – with the boys still in my car. So we are left to walk to the nearest off-ramp to a gas station. The one stroke of luck was the cab that pulled up on the freeway just as we were thinking of calling one. The downside – I get a life management speech ripe with judgement from the cab driver!! Seriously!

*sigh*

I can’t find it anywhere.

the wolverine

I work in a downtown coffee shop. My clientele: downtown business people and condo yuppies. Both groups are creatures of habit so we get a lot of customer repeats. Because we get so many regulars are generally recognized as – and referred to by their favorite morning caffeine boost. For instance at our little java spot we have “nonfat extrawater americano misto, soy nowater tazo chai, threepumphazelnut withroom boldcoffee, large nonfat nowhip cinnamon latte. Others are known more for their presence: creepy-reading-stare-a-lot guy, incredibly-awake-and-perky-for-the-early-am couple, ted-mosby: architect guy, and the wolverine.

Describing the wolverine is always met with “You mean like Hugh Jackman?” No, no. The Wolverine. As in, if they were to recast the movie he would be it. As in, if the marvel cartoon X-Man was looking for a morning pick me up he would order a 5shot large noroom Americano. It’s not just the perfect two-tone leather coat, it’s not just the facial hair wolverine chops, it’s not just the chunk of man presence that he is, it’s not even just the sweet almost southern way he says ‘thank you kindly’ – it’s definitely all of the above. I’m just saying.

And I am a complete fool in front of this man.
So, it’s a Saturday morning and I’m thinking that I am free from the embarrassment I face in front of this particular Monday-Friday regular. If only. He walks in early morning, taking me off guard and before I am able to filter my otherwise carefully guarded mouth...

“On a Saturday!?! It must be my birthday!”

Oh ya. Outloud. Now it was Saturday morning the cafe was practically empty but those who were leisurely enjoying the Saturday morning definitely heard. That three foot counter that otherwise protects me is unfortunately not sound proof.

Awesome.

a new beginning of sorts

im starting a new regimen. we will see how it goes. i am in the process of reopening my life to the internet. well, maybe not the whole internet. but it is time i started writing again. time i started posting pictures again. and to be used as a creative outlet: youtube account. oh yea.

i'll uh, keep you updated!

xavier

i heard xavier rudd was coming to edmonton. i was excited. i had heard some of his stuff and decided right aways even though i didn't know all the words to all of his songs this was a concert i had to see. but one that needed to be enjoy in a group. i bought 6 tickets-third row-awesome. now to find people. i think the group changed around 4 times. a wave of yeses and nos. somewhat stressful but it turned out wonderful. i sat there in our third row seats before we all rushed the stage looking beside me at the other five faces sitting beside me: charissa, sharon, steven, brice, and krista. i could not have asked for a better bunch. great show, great opener (joshua radin - check him out), GREAT concert, great people, great night.

favorite moment explaining to the six year old that 'boys are stinky' when she smelled the weed that was sparked in the winsper centre! getting high at her very first concert.

xavier rudd. wow.