Band boot camp in Princeton was more exhausting this year than usual. It may have been the highway closure which caused a three hour detour on the drive home (making the total drive time almost six hours, four of which I had to pee). Maybe it was the proliferation of banjos/gigantic beards/hootenanny music or maybe just that it's the 4th year I've done it or the hangover but regardless I'm glad to be back and have spent the day celebrating with a decided lack of human interaction and a seven dollar magical kale banana juice concoction from Whole Foods.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Friday, August 23, 2013
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
I think I speak for the group when I say that all the demanding people who have been wasting my time and emotional energy this week should just S a D. Seriously S a big fat greasy D. I will not be taking any calls/emails/texts this weekend unless you are contacting me with a free case of beer or plate of delicious meats and cheeses.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
If I was a deeper thinker I would make a wordy analogy about the changing of the seasons, maybe quote that song by The Byrds, but instead I am just going to simply wish an old friend well on her travels. It has been said Algae Frankenstein that you are just little and, although this past month has shown you to also be fairly little in the big girl pants department, I still wish you nothing but the best in life. Bon voyage!
Monday, August 12, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
Summer in Vancouver usually means rained out beach birthday parties, overcast mornings and unless you are one of those guys who moved here from Alberta after university and wears shorts all year round (and not to vastly over-generalise but often is named Brian, Trevor or Dave, calls Vancouver "Van", has a Canadian flag tattoo somewhere inconspicuous on his body and would love to learn to surf in Tofino but instead is really into craft beer and outdoor concerts with "the wife" ..........you know who you are) then the dress code is decidedly on the always bring a coat because you might get cold once the sun goes down side. That said this past month has been glorious and Mr. Bunndini has worn a breezy dress on several occasions often late into the evening and will do so again tonight with or without your blessing. I may even have a tan on one or both of my legs.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
The addition of Fortunato the espresso machine to my life (and kitchen counter) has put a decided spring in my morning step. On this Tuesday in particular after a sun and sake/beer/strongbow/whiskey filled long weekend his presence is greatly appreciated. Ti amo amante.
Friday, August 2, 2013
The rain fell yesterday for the first time in 34 days. It was the only precipitation-free July on record since 1937 when the taking of such records began. Mr. Bunndini celebrated this momentous occasion by eating too much peruvian and subsequently waging a deadly gas attack on my apartment all morning long. Just be thankful that you are not my duvet.