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of soulmates, love spoons and koufeta

03 Monday Nov 2008

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This weekend marked the start of my November holidays. On Friday the lovely Caralee picked me up outside and we went to the airport to catch a plane to Calgary. The flight was pretty uneventful, but it was nice to not have to go alone. I made use of the massive tub in the hotel and watched some TV before attempting sleep – now I remember why I don’t pay for TV ever. What a lot of crap for the rare good show, seriously.

Next day we met up with Bill and Nicola, snarfed some breakfast and zipped off to the church for Glyn and Harriet’s wedding. They were married in a Greek orthodox church in full Greek Orthodox tradition – including a crowning and a dance around the altar. (Actually, when she rode up on a Donkey I thought maybe that was part of the tradition too, but apparently she just wanted to arrive on a Donkey. When she was dismounting Ryan shouted “nice ass!” to the hilarity of the entire gathered group.)

There was a chunk of time between the actual wedding and the reception, so Bill, Nicola and I hit up a pub for some munchies and to get started on what would turn out to be a night of hard drinking. The reception was in the hotel we were staying at, so that was very cool. We could take advantage of the open bar – I think it may have been one of Harriet’s uncles who said “if you can’t afford an open bar, you can’t afford to get married”… and boy… did people get wasted. Including me. I couldn’t feel my face after a while, but I didn’t fall down ever. Even in the boots I decided would be a good idea to wear. I was worried about that – but I do know that I slurred my way through the last part of the reception pretty nicely. There was dancing too – some traditional Greek line dance things that required much coordination that I simply did not have (I tried!!), but were awesome to watch. Since half the people at that wedding were Greek, and the majority of the other half were Welsh, Scot or Irish of one persuasion or another, there was quite a bit in the way of drinkage. (The bartender knew what I wanted by the third time I went up there and I think he made more of that particular highball for me than I’ve ever had at one time before – he actually said that no one else was drinking them.. wtf? No one else likes paralysers? It’s just a white russian with cola! Cripes!)

I have often wondered about this idea of ‘soulmates’ and for a long time I’ve dismissed it as so much romantic drivel, because I’m not of the school that two people can make one whole person. I’ve wanted nothing more than to be an individual with a partner that compliments me. But seeing Glyn and Harriet together this weekend makes me think that for a lucky few there really are soul-mates of a deeper kind. Or maybe to even rethink the whole idea. Granted there are people you meet in life that you just immediately click with, and you can talk about anything and everything without even thinking about what he or she will think because they’re just there with you anyway. These are rare and I’m lucky enough to have a couple of these friends. (And damn people, why are we all so far apart now? I say we start a yearly tradition of all coming together for a reunion because I miss being able to just sit and talk and share with you guys. You know who you are!)

I did say to Harriet this weekend that when I first met her, I knew Glyn was going to tie the knot. There was no other option because she was nothing short of perfect for him. They really do compliment each other – and even more interestingly, they seem to complete each other. Ryan made a speech – among others, of course – at the reception that rang so true I was crying before he was even halfway through. Glyn had been less himself for years and finding Harriet really did bring his old self to the surface again. There was no denying it after Ry put the words to it.

Since my flight was so early, I did not bother to sleep. I stayed up with Nicola and Bill (at least until Nicola passed out) talking about politics, determinism and the pentateuch. I was still drunk when I finally got to the airport and I made the mistake of taking a power nap in the lounge. Bad, bad idea – my back is paying for it now.

listening to: Kosheen – Recovery
eating: jalapeño poppers (zomg foodgasm!)
drinking: lemon iced tea
reading: uhm… nothing (I know, how weird is that, eh?)
nano word count: 963/50000
feeling: almost normal
headspace: curiouser and curiouser

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Lets Do The Time Warp Again

16 Friday Sep 2005

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It’s amazing how every once in a while a whole whack of people from your past just suddenly show up at random intervals.

See, I knew Glyndor was coming this week an that as a result I would see him, and at least Ian and Reed and Angela, but I didn’t realise how many others would come out of the woodwork upon his arrival. First of all, on the bus trip downtown I saw a guy I’d not seen at least since grade 12. I recognised him instantly, because his face hasn’t changed a bit, but it took him a minute to place me. New glasses will do that. Then, when I arrived at Ian’s place there were the ones I expected plus a few others, like Jessi-maka and Chris. I had not seen Chris since my days at Mala the gods knows how many years ago. It took me longer to recognize him because he’d grown his hair long – and it turned out curly. I shall have to ask him if I’m allowed to link him just to SHOW you. The man has gorgeous girls-wanna-kill-him-for it curls. LOL Oh yes, and I also got to meet Ian’s girlfriend. I’m happy to report that I think she’s a sweetheart and that Ian’s very lucky. He’s certainly happy!

And then yesterday I got to hang out with Nomes, which was a treat since we’ve not seen each other all summer despite our best intentions. And then TODAY I saw another girl I hadn’t seen since high school on the bus when we went out to go get our checks.

So, all in all an interesting week for people. And sadly, it’s back to the grind again tomorrow. I am so applying elsewhere this week, you don’t even know!

In other news Jacqueline Carey has a new book coming out in the Kushiel series called Kushiel’s Scion and I can’t wait for it to be out. Yeah. I’m a geek – all over the place!!! Weee!

on my winamp: Conjure One – Extraordinary Ways

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How the hell did I get here?

19 Sunday Jun 2005

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While lying in bed last night my brain, as is its wont, decided to punch into overdrive and basically review my whole entire life until this moment. Of course, the conclusion I remember drifting off to sleep with was “How on earth did I end up as this semi-reclusive computer junkie with the social skills of an overprotected Laura Ashley printed virgin?”

Ok, so perhaps my brain exaggerates because there’s certainly nothing virginal about me – and I DO have social skills, they’ve just become considerably rusty. (But yes, I am a computer junkie. I spend a good 45% of my life on this thing, so that part is no exaggeration.) Granted, despite the emotional backlash that embodies the M episode of my life, I have a steady, semi-romantic live-in boyfriend who is happy with me just the way I am. (Perhaps I exaggerate here too. I’m sure he’d love it if I could get my mood swings under control so we could have an entire week without me either freaking out about something or being overkill with the enthusiasm. Hell, I would too.) But I can’t help seeing the relationship as an accomplishment – especially considering the curve I was starting on what, 5 years ago now? Yes. 5 years. I’d rashly vowed to myself that I was never going to fall in love again and that men were good for one thing only – and that only if absolutely necessary. I recall that upon my first meeting with J, I announced that I hated men, and made no bones about who I was or what I thought about anything. In fact I believe I was grossly blunt on occasion. Of course, that backfired because he liked me regardless. Imagine that. And I hadn’t even been pretending.

Up until that point in my life I had made a huge effort to be what people expected of me. This is, of course, why previous relationships had failed, since I wasn’t being true to myself and the other party was inevitably missing something. It never occurred to me that a guy would like me just the way I was. Why? Well, lets just say we’re still working on that equation. (Of course, it might have something to do with how repressed my family is about things like sex and relationships. Even though I was encouraged to ask questions, it was done so with an air of disapproval that never made it easy to do so.) Of course, where I got the idea that I had to change myself in order to be acceptable to members of the male species is a subject of much mental debate. It’s enough for this post that it was there, and deeply ingrained.

So, that is an accomplishment. So is completing my University degree. However, said degree and the amount of work involved definitely had a negative effect on my social life – which perhaps was, in part, part of my subconscious plan. Following in the wake of the M episode it gave me the excuse I needed to hide from people I knew. I could avoid that stomach-dropping dread I’d get when someone would ask me how I was, because there was no way on earth I could give a decent answer. No way to express what was going on in my head – and worse, it was nothing they really wanted to think about. Thus, it was also an excuse to avoid the whole M topic altogether, because no one at the University knew him, or about him and thus couldn’t ask me about it. I could pretend to be just another bookish chick with an academic ambition, end of story.

Ii really hit home this week, 5 years later, while I was sitting at a barbeque and stumbling over words while attempting to speak with people I used to chat with every single day of my life. Is it really any wonder I failed to reconnect? I’d spent so much time severing the ties because I was fucking embarrassed. So embarrassed over the fiasco with R and the karmic backlash of the M episode, that I just wanted to hide. And I did. I buried myself in classes and in J and trying to build a life out of that that I forgot most everything else. I realise it’s no excuse in the long run, because I’ve been a bad friend. As a result I lost contact with so many people – and I regret it.

So: to those of you who, in the last five years, have needed a friend and found me absent in more ways than one – I apologise. I realise it’s too little too late, but for what it’s worth, I really am very, very sorry.

However, for those of you who’ve stuck around despite my selfish rock-hiding and sporadic communications: Thank-you. Thank you so much. You have no idea what it means.

Listening to: Snows of the Sahara – Enigma

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15 Saturday Jan 2005

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Last night was good. I met up with Glyn and the crew from way back when. It was great catching up on old times a little. Everyone seems really happy. It makes me realize how much I miss them.

Funnies from last night:

Ry “he’d be the most popular in jail”
Tabs “really? I was sure that wasn’t what you guys’d want”
Ry “what are you talking about he’s pretty good lookin'”
Glyn “nicely built, I’d do him”
Ry “yeah!”
Ang “yeah, but the question is, would you let him do you?”
Ry “no, that’s gay”

Ian “She’s still got aspirations and Glyn’s still got a cock” (on why Glyn left early)

Ry “and you shouldn’t take floor pills with alcohol either”
Ang “floor pills?”
Ry “yesh, you know. When you’re at a house party and you see a pill on the floor and you say, ‘hey, a pill’ and pick it up. That’s probably bad.”

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“I’m sure you’re innocent.”
“About as innocent as Satan’s underpants!” ~Amber

“I don’t have a licence to kill, but I have a learner’s permit!” ~Naomi

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