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Sometimes things can shock you.

Going from warm weather in LA, to Snow here where I live in a day did just that.

My toes are even freezing right now, and I'm in doors!

On the bright side, the trip was a lot of fun. 12 hour plus days in the studio sound boring, especially considering I'm not actually doing any of the recording. But between video games, trips to the grocery store, and Scrabble, it was a great time. Plus having a week off of work for the first time...ever...was nice as well.

But now I'm back to routine and snow. Christmas is coming; time for shopping.

Fuck.

Sitting in the Vancouver Airport, on my way to LA, without an internet connection. (I hate that WiFi is still not just a free service, but that's the greedy person in me perhaps.) Thus, this is being written in textedit, and when I post it, it will be history.

I got to the airport much too early. I over-judged and got here a good three hours earlier than need be. Not joking; three hours. It's currently 3:35, and I got here at 11:45. Lesson learned, as I wandered aimlessly with a heavy carry on bag over my shoulder, and a lighter suitcase full of clothing. No joke there either. My suitcase is lighter than my carry-on. A laptop, camera, extra lens, two books, and a few little odds and ends I suppose adds up pretty quickly.

So in the meantime, I worked on the Counting Heartbeats book, which was more troublesome than fruitful, as I have now realized I did a few things wrong and have to go back and re-edit all the pictures I did. Oh well, not a major deal, there's only a handful to go through, and it's a simple fix.

So now I sit and wait. At least I had an enjoyable last night in town (for a whole week!) last night.

I went out for dinner with Nirat, a girl I met through a series of Birthday parties (one including her own). We went to one of my favourite spots in town, The Mint. A sidenote about the restaurant, I've been there a good 100 times or so (I said it was one of my favourites!) and every single time, I always see the same server there. I am beginning to think she never has a day off; or possibly even lives there.

During one point in our conversation the topic of my novel came up (which considering how I look at it as pretty ridiculous, banking on the grammatical errors alone).

"So tell me a story now."

"What kind of story?" I asked.

"Something about a parakeet and," she paused and thought out loud, "It needs to be something scary. I know, a baboon!"

"A baboon? Of all the things in the world that are supposed to be scary, the first thing you think about is a baboon?"

"Yea! They're one of my biggest fears. Seriously, if I had to pick between fighting either a shark or baboon, I would easily pick the shark."

We laughed and went on to talking about fears. I never did tell a story.

After dinner we hit the town in search of Gelato, but were rather disappointed to see all the places (the three we could think of anyway) were closed. I guess the Winter Ice Cream demand isn't as big as we had hoped. So we just decided to keep walking down by the harbour. As we walked pass the Empress I mentioned that I had never been inside, despite living in Victoria (or a town close enough to be considered a part) my whole life. Shocked, she decided we should go in, if nothing else, to see the Tiger head in the Bengal room. (I didn't even know that existed until last night!)

As we got inside, we were unfortunately once again disappointed by this city when there was a private function in the Bengal room, and access was permitted.

So we walked around a little while, then it was off to our respected washrooms to get rid of some of what we had drank for dinner (too graphic?). The mens and the womans washrooms were in much different locations, and when I came back around to see if she was out yet, she was on the floor at the bottem of the stairs with a waiter from the private function asking if she was okay. She was, a sore ankle, but nothing in need of the doctor that the waiter was insisting come check her out. I think the most disappointing thing was that she fell down the stairs, and I missed it. A total bummer.

We went to Tim Horton's for a drink after that episode, and I couldn't help but bring it up.

"So what happened exactly? Did you just trip?"

"Well, you see, funny story. So I was thinking about how long the Empress has been there and all the surely glamorous people that have walked down those stairs before, with their ball gowns and what not, and I kind of started imagining I was one of those people. Gracefully descending form the heavens above. And then I guess, I missed a stair."

I'm covered in glitter. My ears are ringing. I saw too many men in dresses.

Why do I go to these crazy events?
Who even likes the Velvet Underground?

Fucking hipsters.

On Sunday I head to LA to hang out with my friends Maurice as they record their first album for Warner Brothers records. I'm really excited to both go, and have a week off. I haven't had a full week off in over a year and a half. So this is pretty exciting. And then considering what I'm doing in that week off, I couldn't be more excited.

But now I think I'm going to sleep.