Filed under: My Friends, School Life | Tags: birthday, drunk, El Furniture Warehouse, Gastown, Six Acres, Steamworks
It has been somewhat of a tradition, that my friend Jo goes all out on her birthdays. Two years ago today, the tradition started at the Inspiration for the Cure event, where some of us took full advantage of the open bar privileges.
The drinks were flowing, and it was rumoured that Jo’s voice, along with mine, proportionately increased throughout the night as we started calling out to each other across the room. Pretty soon Jo was reduced to a barf machine on the bathroom floor of Steamworks in Gastown. (I, on the other hand, held my liquor until much later on in the night.)
Last year we had an outing at Six Acres in Gastown for Jo’s birthday. She conducted herself much more gracefully. The volume raised, but the contents in her stomach did not.
However, it was a couple months later, when we had a end of semester celebration, that Jo successfully and very rightfully reclaimed her title of Miss Bathroom Floor 2008.
We were at El Furniture Warehouse on Granville, where the music was loud and the peanuts were plenty. Some unknown boy kept feeding Jo double vodka crans, which in the end he did not pay for, but that’s another story.
Once again she took her place on the bathroom floor. That night I witnessed something that was quite disturbing. I’ve seen many drunken people in my day, but I had never seen anyone continuously spew bubbles out of their mouths in their unconsciousness.
This year we celebrated her birthday early because her actual birthday was reserved for her boyfriend. Yeah, she’s that kind of girl.
This is for you, Jo.
See, this is what happens when you wouldn’t stay still. Not pretty, is it?
Filed under: Books, Glitter & Sparkles, Graphic Design, School Life, Work Life | Tags: Brian Francis, brunch, fiction, Fruit, Gastown, gay, gay fiction, Graphic Design, radio
This Sunday, my sleeping-in session was cut short due to a brunch appointment at Two Chefs and a Table with Pillows’ friends. It’s a charming little place that feels surprisingly roomy when you’re inside. Food was alright. I mostly enjoyed its open kitchen format, floor to ceiling windows, and large tables.
It’s sometimes strange and perhaps a little bit awkward to hang out with Pillows’ friends. Even though I’ve known them now for three years, I’ve never had a real conversation with any of them. Their topics of conversation (real estate and bad movies) never seem to pique my interest.
I first met Pillows’ friends, herein after referred to as the 3 musketeers, about 3 years ago when they used to go to bars to watch hockey games. Suffice to say, there was little or no proper introduction. And after a couple of games, I think we sort of just accepted each other’s presence. Before we knew it, it’s been 3 years, and we know nothing about each other.
It’s too bad because at least 2 out of the 3 of them seem like people whose company I would enjoy. But I will never know.
My fictional radio station
I got home in the afternoon yesterday to find out that the creative brief and signature for my fictional radio were due the next day. It was a nasty little surprise.
Fortunately I was able to whip something up without too much difficulty. I love the conceptual part of any design process. One of the reasons is the amount of possibility and freedom to exercise my imagination.
For my first iteration, I’ve decided to call my radio station that plays an eclectic mix of music Rare FM. Initially it was going to be Radio Mosaic, but I felt that it lacked in personality and edge.
So I settled on Rare FM for now. And no, I’m not in love with the colour red. It was just appropriate.
Yet another moment of weakness
Over the weekend, I was unable to resist buying yet another book largely for its aesthetically pleasing cover.
Fruit, by Brian Francis, is about a 13 year-old gay boy who is going through puberty and thinks his nipples are talking to him. It’s by a Canadian author, and it was one of the selections for Canada Reads 2009.
Sold.
