Can You Hear Me Now?

Telephone conversation with AH today:

AH: I have some news for you.
ME: Oh?
AH: Yes. I found a perfect match!
ME: A car? (we were talking over the weekend about how he needs a new car)
AH: No! For you! Since I’m so good at it. (He was referring to the fact that he set up his friend with my friend in June and they’re still together).
ME: For me?! Oh! A man?!
AH: Yeah! A really nice guy. I drive him all the time, and he’s really nice, always happy and positive and friendly. He’s a Newfie. You know how Newfie’s are, so friendly.
ME: Yeah! I know how Newfie’s are! THEY DRINK A LOT. Heh. Does he drink a lot?
AH: I don’t think so. Do Newfie’s drink a lot?
ME: The ones I know do. So as long as he’s not a big drinker…
AH: I don’t think he is. We have a really good time whenever I drive him, he’s great to talk to. And I thought… hey, I know a really nice girl!!
ME: Reeeaaaalllly! Well… how old is he?
AH: Around our age. Maybe a couple years older. And his disability is, and I don’t know what happened, but he lost his leg from the knee down. You can’t even tell, though.
ME: Oh hell, I don’t care about that.
AH: Yeah I know. Today we were talking about women, and he was saying how much he’d like to meet a really nice girl, but women tend to just brush him off. And I thought of you, but I wanted to check with you first.
ME: Did you tell him about me?
AH: Not a word yet. He wanted to go out, he said “you’re a good looking guy, we should go out sometime… you can attract the women and I’ll get to meet them” (hehe) but I said I’m married and my wife would kill me if she found out I was going out* and stuff. And he said he understood, you know, he’s that kind of guy… he respects that.
ME: Well sure, give him my number.
AH: Okay I will. Now, I just have to see him…
ME: Oh right! You don’t know when you’ll drive him again haha
AH: I know where he lives. I may just go to his door. In the mean time I’ll tell my Access driver friends “if you see John, have him call me!!!” You’ll really like him.
ME: Cool. Perhaps we are figuring out why I met you in the first place now!

So yeah, that’s pretty neat. AH is the last person I ever expected would set me up with someone. Of course, he can give this John guy my number, but it doesn’t mean he’ll call or even that I will like him. But it got me thinking, AH sure does meet a lot of people in his line of work, and he really thinks highly of me, so perhaps he can be my pimp salesperson. Nobody can sell you better than you**, except maybe a guy that has dated you and still thinks you’re great.

*NB: AH is separated from his wife and they live apart, and were when I met him, but he realizes now that he really is not “available” as long as they’re not divorced and she’s not out of the picture… which will probably not happen in the near future because they have small kids and his culture/religion/family operates differently than mine in that regard. And that, in a nut shell, is why nothing more than friendship will ever occur between us again. I have totally accepted that now and really like having him for a friend (especially after today hehe). I will, however, always think he is hot and don’t expect that to change.

**Dr. Phil, Love Smart

I was supposed to go swimming today but I cancelled for no reason other than I just didn’t want to get up early and go. I fear I am getting lazy again. To make up for it, I will take my walker outside and WALK to the mall to get my latte. I was going to do that yesterday, but I remembered I needed some stuff from Wal-Mart, and that is too far for me to go by foot. But to the Food Court, that I know I can do if I get off my lazy butt.

AH has been taping movies from his Pay-Per-View and dropping them by so I can watch them. That’s a really super thoughtful gesture, because he knows I rarely get to the theatres, and there is nowhere around here for me to rent movies from. I’ve been doing the mail order DVD rental thing for awhile, which is great, but I still find myself without a movie to watch quite often as I am waiting for the next couple to arrive in the mail.

AH needs to learn that some movies are longer than two hours, and that there is nothing wrong with taping on EP speed. I was watching The 40 year Old Virgin on Tuesday night (Happy Valentine’s Day!) and right at the moment following his accident when he finally told the girl he is a virgin, THE TAPE CUT OUT. Then, then, last night I am watching The Island with rrrrowr Ewen McGregor and Scarlett Johansson, and right at the moment that the black cop decides to help her and “open the door!” and Tom Lincoln is about to shut everything down but then he is shot in the legs or something and OMG WHAT HAPPENS NEXT the tape cut out. ARGH!

I managed to download the second half of 40 Year Old Virgin and watch the last few minutes on my computer. AH told me how The Island ended, but I still might get the DVD to watch for myself. That was a much better movie than I was expecting it to be.

I am back in Neopets again. I used to have an account there a couple years ago with four pets and was totally into it, to the point of serious addiction and I had to cut myself off. I abandoned all my pets at the adoption agency, ignoring their cries and begging, gave away all my items (I reached a million Neopoints, and that was a fun shopping spree), and never looked back. Recently, however, I have been wanting to play some of the games in there. But that’s all I want to do. So, I created a new account and made one pet just so I can go in and play games. You need to keep your pet fed and happy and blah blah blah but I can’t be bothered, all I want to do is play Destruct-O-Match and Ice Cream Machine and the pet can die for all I care. So, what I do is ship her off to the Neo Lodge for a month at a time where she is fed and pampered and I don’t need to worry about her.

If you have ever wondered why I don’t have kids, you can stop wondering now.

Titles often elude me.

I really will do anything for a buck. Today’s career high: a client hired me to type her 8 (?) year old daughter’s book report for Time Cat.

Wednesday was another Hooters for lunch day. I am really liking that place. I don’t know if they simply hire exceptionally friendly and groovy waitresses or if they are just really glad to see some female customers once in awhile… but they sure are great. This one actually sat down at our table and yakked with us while she took our order. Mel was talking to her boss (Troy, my client) on her cell and mentioned we were having lunch, and when she told him at Hooters, he yelled “what are you doing THERE?!?” and she said “well, the food’s good…” and our waitress overheard and yelled out “and the women are HOT!” Hehe it was funny.

And speaking of large breasts, I experienced first hand yesterday the Power of the Cleavage. I worked at the pub in the afternoon, and normally I go there as my usual frumpy comfy self. Jeans and a sweater or plain shirt or whatever, totally covered up. I mean, I’m just up working in the office and low-cut is not my every-day style. Well, yesterday I dressed up because I was staying there into the evening, to watch Peter Katz perform. My outfit revealed the fact that yes, I do have breasts, and I can dress up and look nice, too. And the attention I got from the male “regulars” that always see me there on other days was pretty damn funny to me. Men are so predictable.

Q: What kind of bees give milk?
A: Boobies

When I arrived at the pub, I asked the waitress Rebecca to let me know if Peter arrived to set up while I was working upstairs. I wanted to get a CD immediately so I could listen to it and know more than a few songs before he hit the stage at 9:00. Sweetheart that Bec is, she came upstairs later and handed me both of Peter’s CDs, “I bought them for you.” Aw. When I was done working I came downstairs. Peter was still there doing his sound check, and when he saw me he said “are you Donna?” and gave me a big hug. He recognized me from his MySpace and we have a few buddies in common.

He was so sweet and friendly and approachable and huggy and nice.

I had a couple friends that were supposed to meet me there for dinner and the show, but when I was still sitting by myself at 8:30, I figured I should give them a call. “Oh,” he said “yeah… uh… no, we can’t come, we got unexpected company”. Well, THANKS FOR CALLING TO TELL ME. What is it with people?? I.DON’T.GET.IT. If you make plans with someone, and you’re not going to go after all for whatever reason (I don’t even care if it’s a lie such as “unexpected company”), you call them and let them know you won’t be making it. Just, you know, BASIC MANNERS. And, if you just forgot altogether that you had plans with said person so you don’t show up or call or anything, well, then, YOU SUCK. A girlfriend did this to me last week. We had lunch plans that we talked about all week, and we finalized them the day before. She would be picking me up at 12:15. So I am sitting here with my coat and shoes on ready to go at 12:15. By 12:40 I called her cell phone looking for her but got her voice mail. By 1:00 I decided to try her at home and she answered. After she realized why I was calling it was all “OH! I am SO SORRY! It’s been a day from hell, blah blah blah blah…”

You SUCK.

Anyway.

I told Rebecca she had to stay now. Which she did, because she has a crush on a guy that was there so we sat with him and his friends. Bec got really, really, really drunk and at one point was yelling into her cell phone while Peter was playing really slow, quiet songs that require your full attention. I was so embarrassed to be sitting with The Crazy. It’s okay though… she is forgiven because she didn’t take it too far, and prior to getting wasted she spent a good majority of the evening boosting my ego by telling me that I am the most amazing, inspiring, beautiful, cool etc. person she has ever known. Aw.

Peter was fantastic. I did not know he could sing like that, and his guitar playing is incredible. He was SO good, he put on quite the show. At one point he was about to play a song called “Taking on the World” and he pointed to me and said “this is for Donna”. (How did he know?) He also dedicated his song “Posters” to me after I requested it. I think that is one of the most beautiful songs ever written. (”Beautifully Undone” holds that official title).

Anyway, after the show I justified buying a T-shirt because I got the CDs for free. I didn’t stay for Carrie Catherine who was playing next, because it was late and I was tired, but they are back in a couple weeks and it’s on a Friday, so I will definitely stay for her set then. She sounded great during sound check!

I would seriously go see live music every night of my life if it was feasible.

This came from my mom tonight and it made me cry…

a “Balentine” to my “Baby”

A “Balentine” you say,
Well, you couldn’t pronounce your “Bs”
Like, “Oh there goes a “Bolkswagon”
Did I correct you - gosh “NO”
You were only 2 1/2 - 3 years old!
Did I worry about a speech impediment?
Gosh No - how could you be anything but perfect?
It would all work out in the end - you would speak “Properly” all too soon!
And, this came to pass with a vengeance!
I knew this, and I hung on to the little imperfections as long as I could
I hung on to you thinking “Mommy” knows everything, “Mommy is my whole world” for as long as I could, for I knew it had to end; you would grow up
Too soon you would go to school, make friends and not need me any more!
I envisioned you leaving me (which you did for a time)
And, I imagined how I would feel - I didn’t like the thought, so I stored it away, far away…………… somewhere
Until the day it happened, and I felt everything I had imagined and more!
Yes, you are all grown up - of course you have left me in the sense of needing me as a three year old
And, I look at you and I wonder what exactly did I do right?
For I see a young woman to be very, very proud of
Who has faced more than most people ever face
And, yet, she smiles and she laughs and she is so strong
And, I feel ashamed of myself for feeling my life is “Tough” at times
And, I love her more than life itself.

Love,
Mom

So if breakfast is the piece of coffee cake you bought from the Second Cup yesterday but never had the chance to eat, does that mean you really had cake for breakfast, or does the word “coffee” cancel that out? Hmmm.

Yesterday I spilled a big ‘ol glass of water all over my desk, mostly hitting my keyboard, mouse, and the floor mat. After frantically wiping up what I could and using a straw to blow as much water out of the mouse as possible (I don’t even own a hair dryer anymore) and calling a couple computer-y guys I know that weren’t around (my messages consisted of: “have you ever spilled a big glass of water all over your keyboard and mouse? Not saying I did that or anything, but I’m curious if you have, and what you did about it…?”) After several computer restarts nothing was working properly yet so I figured it needed to dry a bit and I best leave my apartment for that process. I can lose my patience quite easily with my computer. When it’s not doing what I want it to, it is in my best interest to leave the building before it does, by flying out the window.

I took my scooter and went over to the mall to get a few groceries and stop at the Second Cup for my latte and a piece of coffee cake. I hadn’t eaten yet and it looked really good.

Riding home, as I was approaching my building, there were a few people standing out on a balcony on the 3rd floor admiring my scooter. One girl yelled “is that DONNA?” I stopped and looked up as I said “…yeah?”, but I didn’t recognize anyone from that distance (no glasses). She yelled “It’s Nicole!” and we flipped out! I met Nicole years ago through a mutual friend we had, Lisa, and haven’t seen any of that crowd in several years. Lisa married John and since going to their wedding, I think we got together once or twice, before we drifted apart for no real reason I can think of.

Anyway, Nicole was visiting a friend who recently moved into my building. They invited me up. So I went inside, put away my groceries and went upstairs with my coffee, (leaving the cake behind). I walk into a living room that has three guitars hanging from the walls, two in stands on the floor, a keyboard in the corner… a foosball table instead of a kitchen table and a beer fridge beside the couch. Bachelors and musicians living upstairs! Helloooo, neighbours!!

So I met Asad, and later on his room mate Pete. We talked and listened to music and talked and the guys played some songs on their acoustic guitars and we talked and drank. After I finished my coffee I got talked into having a beer and then another and then another. It was just so much fun, it’s been a very long time since I’ve just hung out in someone’s living room listening to music and drinking beer (and only being a few feet from my own door). The guys have a turntable as well, and they said the house rule is that only vinyl can be played at home. CDs are for the car. Very few exceptions to that rule (one exception being a CD Nicole brought with her, and played for us, and I SO NEED TO BUY IT RIGHT NOW). The guys were not familiar with many of the songs on it… they’re… um… young… so I feel it may be my duty to drag out my records from the 80’s and familiarize them with the genius that was Bronski Beat and Erasure.

Catching up with Nicole was fantastic. John and Lisa have a baby due in April! Nicole said she’d let me know when the shower is so I can come and surprise Lisa. Nicole herself is still with Eric, who she started dating during the time I knew her. They bought a house a few years ago. Everyone from that old crowd is married and having kids now, it seems. Even Trevor. It’s funny… back in ‘the day when a bunch of those guys (John, Eric, Trevor and Reese) used to live in this house together, they’d have some great parties. Trevor always seemed to have a different girl with him, and if there wasn’t a girl with him, he was paying a lot of attention to me. One night he actually hit on me and kissed me as I was leaving. Shocked the hell out of me, and a bunch of people saw it from the reflection in the glass stereo cabinet, so it was no secret. Trevor was a hot young stud, and we had NOTHING in common. I just wasn’t interested in someone I couldn’t really talk with, who was obviously a player. Until I had a friend talk me out of that mindset… “come ON Donna, he’s young, he’s hot, and he wants you. Stop being such a goodie two shoes and just go have some fun, what’s wrong with that?! GO GET LAID!” So the next time the guys had a party, I worked up the courage and went with that intention. I was going to pick up Trevor and take him home with me, dammit!

Of course, that night he had a girl with him named Jen. And every time after that, and they are now married. Figures, huh?

I left Asad’s place at about 8:00 because I needed food (still hadn’t eaten, and a soy latte and beer can only do so much) and everyone else had plans for the evening. My plans were pizza and a movie and yakking on the phone with AH until midnight, so that’s what I did. Interesting talk last night… we both agreed that we truly believe there is a reason we’re in each other’s lives (the way we met, the fact we found out our birthdays are the same day a week before it occurred rather than a week after, making it the perfect opening for a date, and that even when I tried to end it The Universe™ threw us back at each other his first day back working with Access… it’s all just too weird, and there has to be a reason). We’re not sure exactly why yet, but we have a few ideas. At least we both agree there is a ’special purpose’ for us having met, and we want to figure it out, so we’re stuck with each other for awhile yet (as friends!)

Now I’m off to join Michelle for swimming and a visit to The Saskatoon Farm. I’ve always wanted to go there, so I’m all excited now. Gift shop and café and pie!!! The perfect day!!

I got up early this morning, showered, dressed and prepared myself for a client that was supposed to be here to discuss the resume he wants done. He called me from Saskatchewan the other day and said he would be in Calgary, and could he make an appointment… well, I was ready to say “hell, NO!” because I am so busy with bookkeeping this time of year I can’t be bothered with anything else, but I figured, why not… resumes don’t take much time and they’re quick money.

While waiting for him, I finished up work for a client I started digging into last night. So now I am done her stuff, and this guy is a couple hours late… I’m thinking I was stood up. No phone call or anything. MEN. Whether it’s business or personal, what makes them think they can treat me that way, huh?? Ohhhh sure, I’ll probably get the apology and excuses later and the “give me another chance” spiel. “I’m just sooooo busy…” Pffffft.

On the positive side, I was up early and dressed, working away, and am ahead of where I thought I would be by now. So that means another coffee and a blog entry.

I received a call from my doctor’s office and I do indeed have gall stones. His nurse Sandy just said to eat a low fat diet and be careful with what I eat, and if I have any more problems to call them. Well… I have been eating “whatever” in the past few weeks, I just cut out the milk in my lattes, and have had no problems. I think most people have stones anyway so I’m not going to worry about it unless I start getting intense pain again. I’m 100% sure it was the milk though, and my naturopath agrees, so I’ll just leave it at that. Not that a low fat diet isn’t a good idea for me anyway. It’s just… you know… chicken wings.

So Kim (Joi) didn’t make it into my blog word cloud in the previous entry. Well honey, you know WHY?? Because you don’t have a BLOG for me to link to any time I mention your name, and you don’t come to Calgary ENOUGH for me to talk about you incessantly. However, Kim was in Calgary this past weekend, and it was sooooooooo great to see her and hang out. She joined the gang at Schanks for Michelle and Lisa’s (see?) birthday party. I had a cold so I wasn’t feeling very alive… I just came for dinner, to give my presents, and grab my goodie bag (they put together goodie bags for us, filled with cookies and candies and it’s the nicest thing ever) and bailed out by 9:00. Kim was staying with me so I gave her my spare keys so she could come over whenever. She stayed out with the girls pretty late, so I was fast asleep when she came in and didn’t hear a peep.

In the morning, I was going to pull out my coffee maker to make a full pot (in my attempts to cut back on coffee myself, I have been using this little one-cup drip thingy and the big coffee maker has been put away). Kim said “I could run to Tim Horton’s and get some”. YEAH! Oh, the things you’re able to do when you have a car and can drive around… for me, if it’s not in the mall next door with the Wal-Mart, I won’t be getting there any time soon. I’m sure y’all take it for granted if you drive, but I tell ya, I really appreciated that Sunday. We went all over the place and it was fabulous.

It started with Kim picking up Timmie’s coffees for us to drink as we got ready for the day. I decided I’d like to take my walker as well as my cane, which was a good call because I definitely needed it. Our first stop was The Bay in Chinook Centre, where Kim just had to run to the MAC counter real quick to grab some powder. I was just going to stay in the car, but I didn’t. I should have. The MAC counter is dangerous. Two lip glosses and an eye shadow later I spent almost $60. Sigh. Damn cute gay salesman who looks good in lip gloss. I blame him.

Then it was off to Hooters for lunch. I’m going to be an official Hooters’ Girl soon if I keep this up… Mel and I already made plans to go back for lunch next week. I just wanted to go somewhere that I could get an order of wings to go, because we were going to visit our friend Damien in the hospital and I knew he’d appreciate being brought wings! It was Kim that suggested Hooters. Blame Kim.

It was a great suggestion though, because they DO have great wings, and I could get 911 hot sauce on the side (I didn’t want to kill the guy by getting the wings tossed in that… he is, after all, in the hospital with colitis… so as much as I know he loves the hottest wings possible, I figured I’d get it on the side for him to use at his discretion). N.B.: I did call the hospital ahead of time to see if he was on any dietary restrictions and they said “no” so we’re cleared of blame for any sickness that may result from our thoughtfulness.

I also bought him a bottle of Hooters Hot Sauce, so he can pour it on his mashed potatoes or whatever other pathetic hospital food he wants to dress up. I will say, Damien was quite pleased!! I’m pretty sure we made his day. We had a nice visit with him and he’s looking really good. He’d already been there a week and wasn’t sure when he’d be released. I just hope he doesn’t need surgery, so let’s all send Damien good vibes, shall we?

Next stop, IKEA. Kim needed to look at kitchen cupboards as she’s doing some work in her house (she’s an interior designer, so she did all that pretty quick!) I walked out without buying anything, even after we stopped in the Swedish grocery part of the store, with all sorts of cookies and chocolates and I was drooling. Empty. Handed. Go me!

Then it was coffee time. In that entire huge shopping extravaganza part of the city where IKEA is, we did not see a coffee shop. So, we headed back my way and went to the Starbuck’s in Chapters. We ordered our fancy beverages and sat in the big comfy chairs. It was getting late and starting to snow, and Kim wanted to be back (she lives near Red Deer) for supper. So we made our last stop, Krispy Kreme. The hot light was on! You know what that means… free glazed doughnuts for everyone!

So, yeah, it was a very full day with a lot of running around and my Handicapped parking pass came in very handy. When I win the lottery, I am buying a car and driver (hell, we all know I’ll hire AH to be my personal driver so I can look at him every day) so I can do that all the time. Go places!!

p.s. Still no call from Resume guy.

How did I spend my Ralph bucks?** Well, most of it went to my chiropractor, but I decided I would take $100 and do something I have always wanted to do: get hypnotized and find out about my past lives and cell memories. What the hell, why not?!

After reading this book by Sylvia Browne a few years ago, the whole cell memory concept was intriguing to me and I wondered if my cells were holding on to a memory from a past life, and if that is why I have MS? Or overeat? Or (insert whatever problem here)?

A month or so ago when I was first looking into hypnosis (I ended up going for Psych-K instead) I came across Glenda, who does past life regression hypnosis. We chatted for a long time and I knew that I wanted to get her over here at some point, my curiosity getting the better of me. With unplanned cash coming my way, I decided to make an appointment, so she came over this morning.

I wasn’t very good at placing myself so that I knew the year, country, my name, etc. every time. But I did come out with the following, whether or not they are fact, I’ll never really know:

• I saw myself at about 17 years of age, in about 1843. I was wearing a navy blue dress, black boots, and a scarf on my head. I was in a field and walked towards my house, where my mom, Lily, was cooking. We worked hard. I don’t remember ever seeing my father, but I had an older brother named Sam. I died young in an accident while working on the farm. Nothing significant there…
• I saw myself as a 35 year old black man named George, married to Grace, 8 year old twins (one boy, one girl). Living in Africa. Very happy, healthy and successful. Glenda made sure to point out that yes, I can have a successful and happy relationship (I guess I just have to be a man to do it).
• Okay this was a doozy… tears welled up in my eyes when I remembered it, I really felt it… I was a 7 year old boy named Christopher. I was horribly abused by my parents, lots of kicking and hitting and yelling. We were poor and I was often sent to my room without supper and there wasn’t a lot of food to eat ever anyway. I was terribly skinny. I hung myself in my bedroom closet when I was 15.
• The last one we did was me as a young woman, not sure what age, maybe late teens or early 20’s. I was camping with my friends. I don’t remember ever seeing any of my own family at any point. Coming home from camping, I was in a car accident and ended up paralyzed from the neck down. I felt very helpless and worthless for a long time, but I must have smartened up because I sensed that I married and lived a long life. Although it seemed like I always lived in a nursing home or hospital or something.

Glenda figures the last two are significant to my current health. That maybe because I was starved and abused as a young boy, I now eat for protection and because I CAN. Then of course, the being paralyzed can be a cell memory for MS in this life. I could have been around the same age as my accident when I was diagnosed with MS or first experienced symptoms. That makes sense because my first symptom was at 19 and they kept coming back until my diagnosis at 28. Anyway, she “released” these cell memories. It will be interesting to see if anything changes over the next couple months.

Oh, and we went to the “other side” for a few minutes, but it appears I do not want to know my future, because I was unable to open my “file” after I found it. Plus my spirit guide didn’t have much to say to me except “believe”. Believe in yourself, believe you can heal, believe in your abilities. Just believe.

After she left, I plugged my telephones back in and there was one message – just some strange country music being played into the phone. Hehe it was AH, which I find quite interesting since he apparently shares a name with my Spirit Guide!

I want to talk about the last couple days and stuff too, but there is just too much! I’ll have to write about it tomorrow or something. This week is all work, work, work at home, with no other excitement planned, so I’ll need things to write about anyway. In the mean time…

This is my blog’s Word Cloud. Cool huh?

**Ralph bucks = the $400 prosperity cheques everyone in Alberta recently received, masterminded by our Premier, Ralph Klein.

I figured I’d squeeze in an update while I have some time. It’s been a busy and eventful couple of days!

On Wednesday I went to Hooters for lunch. That’s right, I did. I’ve always wanted to check it out… I’ve heard the food is good, but everyone seems to associate it with the big-boobed waitresses (some even believe they are topless; this is not the case, they wear tight tank tops and shorts, and I’ve seen less clothes on waitresses in finer establishments) and think it’s full of rowdy men and all that. When Mel and I were discussing where we wanted to go for lunch, I suggested we give it a try. What the heck. We’ve got big boobs too, and I have no problem eating lunch surrounded by men!!

Since we wanted to sit in non-smoking, we were sent to a small room at the back because most of the place is smoking. There was a family sitting beside us with a little girl about three years old. So much for the rumours!

We didn’t know that on Wednesdays, Hooters offers 20% off food for women. Nice surprise! Mel ordered chicken wings, but I knew I might be going for wings later so I didn’t want them for lunch. I tried one though, and it was really good. They do have great wings. And because my grilled chicken sandwich came out a lot later than Mel’s wings, (about which we didn’t complain because we really didn’t care, and it was SO good), our server took it off the bill! So, free lunch for me and 20% off for Mel. We will be back.

When I got home from work, my friends Jay and Katrina called to take me for wing night at a nearby pub. I mentioned to Jay that the Polyjesters were opening for the Arrogant Worms later if they were interested in going, but Katrina was really beat and they just wanted to go for wings and a couple beer then go home. So we ordered some beer and 40 wings (only $6.00! Who doesn’t love Wing Night?!) Happy Hour was almost over so Jay and Katrina each ordered two pints of beer right away. They hadn’t even finished their first one when Katrina said she wouldn’t mind just going home if Jay and I wanted to head to the show. I think she knew Jay really wanted to go. So that was cool! We had to leave immediately though if we wanted to get there in decent time, so Jay gave their full second pints to the table next to us. Made their night.

We drove Katrina home, then Jay and I headed to the Jack Singer Concert Hall. Jay dropped me at the door so I could get tickets while he found parking. It was 45 minutes before show time, but somehow we managed to get awesome seats - Orchestra Centre, Row A – even with a packed theatre. I guess they released seats in the first few rows shortly before the show or something. Woo hoo!

We wandered in to find Jason sitting at the PJ’s merchandise table setting up T-shirts and CDs. He was so happy to see me, he was a little worried I was going to miss one of their Calgary shows, which is a big no-no for me. “It wouldn’t have been the same knowing you weren’t here” or something. Whatever he said, it was sweet. ‘Cause JASON IS SWEET.

He needed to run off, so he asked me if I would mind sitting at the Merch table for a few minutes. I said “I don’t know how to work your debit machine” and he said “don’t worry about it, no one is going to buy anything anyway!” and he handed me four $5 bills for change just in case. Guess what happened next?? Within seconds of him walking away, I was bombarded with customers. Everyone wanted T-shirts. I saw there was a suitcase full of T-shirts behind me, and I was digging around trying to find people their requested sizes while other people were wanting CDs. I sold several CDs and was out of change within minutes. A few people wanted to use debit. I pulled out my cell phone and called Jason’s cell. Read the rest of this entry �