Back from New York on Sunday night. There was much merriment and getting to listen to Rahm Emanuel speak. I'm not on a first name basis with him like other people.

In order-ish.

• Air Canada always pulling through in the end
• Early morning coffee hangs with Kathy
• Missing bags
• The Metro-North
• Booze and Chinese food
• Coraline - 'Cat claws. In my face. Bleed black tar!'
• 30 Rock
• American Apparel with 5 rooms
• Little Ashes
• Statue of Liberty
• Wandering
• Sleeping on air mattresses
• Humidity
• Angels and Demons
• Angels and Kings
• Tavern On The Green
• The W
• Rahm Emanuel
• No rest for the wicked
• F.A.O. Schwarz
• Virgin Megastore Closeout Sales
• Magnolia Bakery
• 8 Floor Macy's with their confusing Sbux locations
• $1 flip-flops being sold out
• Two Boots Pizza
• The Private Lives of Pippa Lee

And definitely killing eight million bottles of booze. Here's to two-fisting vodka!

Wow. Tym did indeed start reading the blog. I'm sure he'll be enthralled. The office and it's employees are haggard this morning, with the exception of a few. That's what happens when you work with engineers.

Okay. I can get through the day. Maybe. Probably not. I don't even want to be here right now. I want to be on a plane. I'm going to bring my blanket again so I can sleep on the plane. There's a Blink 182 reference to be made, but I've not had enough caffeine to make it.

To Do Before Leaving:

1. Pack
2. Stop laughing at my co-workers
3. Re-set office.

Oh man, guys. Oh man. There's so much blackmail after last night.

New York tomorrow. If I can manage to be alive. I have my doubts as to whether that can happen or not.

I gave Brad and Tym my blog address tonight, so here's seeing if they start reading. I'm guessing they'll be very bored, BUT! Both Brad and I and Tym and I had high-fives that silenced the bar tonight. Take that.

Drive by post...

Back from New York. Best 96 hours of my life. I've fallen in and out of love. Don't worry, I'm still young enough that it's going to happen a few more times for me. It sounds like it isn't fun, but it is... and it isn't... and it is.

I finished Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? and it was legendary. It was really, really fitting. Like I said last month, it never started and it won't ever stop.

Highlights? Calling out douchey internet fucks. Calling out douchey bathroom fucks. Falling in love with Southern charm. Realizing Deep Vs are not for those of the hairy variety. Double flasking everywhere. Last Night on the Mass Pike. Twittering. Chicago following me no matter where I go. The creeper in Chelsea who obviously wanted into our room. Drunken Family Channel. Flinching from hugs. Books on BTK. Chest dents everywhere.

It's weird feeling because I'm so happy to be back and so happy to be leaving again. I love my life and the way one time-zone can't hold me down. 

Oh man. I always get so antsy when it comes time to leave the city. I wish I could just go right now. At least I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep last night. I won't have my blackberry and that'll be hella weird, but I'll be available via AIM. If you want to text or anything, you already have the number. Or you should. I'm looking at you on this one, Mitchell.

I'm actually pretty stoked on this trip, not gonna lie. But I also know Meghan and I are really just going to spend most of the plane ride planning out our next trip, logistics wise. Chicago in August, what of it? Probably not for Lollapolooza, unless we can maybe roll into town right around the time Manchester Orchestra is playing. I'd pretty much give both testicles [if I had them] to see those guys again.

So much to do tonight.

1. Get cigarettes
2. Finish laundry
3. Pack
4. Get more Failbucks with Meghan
5. Lift-Off!

She doesn't own a dress, her hair is always a mess...

Trashy Tuesday fun fact: I'm trying to go without shampooing every day. I know that's not particularly trashy, but it makes me feel trashy.

I have my Starbucks, and that's always a good time. Say what you want, but coffee makes it go faster.

I worked last night and I work again tonight. My feet are sore, but I still love Chapters. Suzanne pulled me in last night and told me because minimum wage went up in Alberta, my wage was adjusted. Weird. Definitely didn't know minimum wage went up. Oh well. I'll have an extra whatever amount on my cheque on Friday. That reminds me, I need to bring them a void cheque.

I'm reading a book called Clutter Busting:



It's all about the emotional weight we attach to stuff and how that's not really a good thing. For example, there was a man who avoided unpacking boxes for years and years, not really sure why he didn't, but he ended up opening one of the boxes and there was his marriage certificate. He had been divorced for three years. Once he was able to throw that out, he found it was easier to unpack the rest of the boxes and get rid of it.

I would like to find what that is for me, those objects that make me say "I can't move on." Maybe that's what I'll do on Friday.

It's two scant weeks until New York, which is going to be legen- wait for it- DARY! Oh, does it show that I've been watching more HIMYM? I have been. I've also decided this is the year I do all the touristy things I've wanted to do but put off because I knew they'd be ridiculously busy. So, Melinda sees the Statue of Liberty!

We're only here for one more night

My boss is so precious, guys. He's applying for Canadian citizenship because he's Irish and he was like "I think it's about time, don't you?" He said he's been here since 1982 and that makes him more Canadian than me. It does, man.

I'm very, very in love with How I Met Your Mother. How have I waited until now to discover this show? It's legen- Wait for it -dary.

I got invited to go to yet another boozelympics this weekend. Also:

YYC -> YYZ -> LGA
EWR -> ORD -> YYC
YYC -> YYZ -> LGA
LGA -> YYZ -> YYC

Check it, bitches. That's in May.

Next month is YYC -> YVR -> YYC

I used to think it was sad that I knew airport codes, but then I realized that other people are lame for not knowing them. In summary? I rock, you suck.

I finished my first book of January. I don't want to tell you what it was, but it was Sweet Valley High. I don't even care how badly these were written, it was good to read the flipside of the Sweet Valley Saga. I truly did want to know all about the magnificent Theo W. I've had this open all morning, I'm so lame.

Anyway. Everyone, watch How I Met Your Mother and we can all still be friends.

I keep looking over at my suitcases like they'll unpack themselves. Too bad they won't. I love how I can wear a pair of tights for a day and manage to punch so many holes in them.

Today was the AGM at work and I finally talked to someone about hooking up with Scott. It's kind of weird. Andrew came over and was all "How you doin'?" And Oliver just looked at me and told me that he hoped that wasn't some sort of message from Scott.

Busy busy busy at work and not loving it. I hate going away and coming back to find everything fucked right up. But I guess that happens when you do specific things every day. That makes no sense to anyone but me. I'm in charge of documentation for the international shipments of my company. I came back to find about eight shipments stuck in customs in various countries. Unfortunately, I can't do much about them because I'm not listed on any of the paperwork. Ugh. Office space.

I need a vacation to recover from my vacation.

Tomorrow night [actually tonight], I'm going for Starbucks with Meghan where we will discuss her New Favourite Band, ridiculous people, and our ridiculous lives. 

I'm back in my city and back in my home. Sometimes I want to just cry with how much I love the people I know. They're all so beautiful, inside and out. I don't even know what to do with them.

I'm sitting in my living room, in the dark, with only the sound of the dishwasher in the background. This weekend is really the tipping point of my life, you know. It'll all be different from here. 

New York was incredible and incredibly heartbreaking. It always is.

I need to get a hair cut and I need to remember that I'm only as smart as I make myself. 

I'm halfway through The Zombie Survival Guide and man, it's so awesome. 

Oops, I kind of died on people. It's been kind of a whirlwind of flights and drinks and bands and trains and drinks and whatnot. My, where does the time go?

Serious things have happened lately and serious things are going to continue to happen to me but I'm not going to let it get me down any longer. Damn the man, save The Empire. No, that's not a thinly veiled reference to something else. It's simply how I feel. Don't let the man get you down. When I get back, it'll be time for shit to happen and to get taken care of. Fuck the consequences for once.

I have not changed my clothes in the past 24 hours because all girls are secretly dirty girls when they go to college. 

I'm out and about in the greater NYC. Readysetgo.

Now you just say "Oh Romeo, yeah, you know, I used to have a scene with him."

I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks. He wore black and I wore white and he would always win the fight.

bang bang, he shot me down.

It's 8 days until I leave for New York and I just want to sleep forever. This isn't healthy and I know it but there are worse things I could do. I could listen to songs on repeat for hours and hours, realizing how much of myself I hear in them. It's never the song I wish it was, either. 

At least there are some lines I can sing to someone. Sing, not because I love the song(s) but because I love to sing.

all was golden in the sky when the day met the night

I whittled it down to that one for you because that's a song I'm not ashamed to hear myself in. You really are the greatest thing that's yet to have happened. Who could ask for more?

I haven't felt much like writing lately but I feel better. Props to those who helped it along. I leave for New York next Thursday at midnight and I'm really needing to get the hell out of the city.

I've overcome a few stumbling blocks and I just need to get a few things out of the way before I'll feel real again. 

Saturday night was Brandy's birthday and somewhere there's a picture of me holding two cigarettes, a Jager Bomb, a cooler, and my cell phone. Oh, life. I had to calm Jack down when I was probably too drunk to do so. "It's cool, you're struggling but you have faith and that's the important thing." 

Epic list of shit to get through tomorrow and looking forward to my free Wednesday night. If I disappear, you know how to get a hold of me. New phone number, message for it. 

New phone. New number. Me and my Blackberry are certainly very happy together. I'll still have to use my American phone when I'm in the states.

It was a perfect 20 degrees today and it was so happymaking while we were sitting outside of Starbucks, talking about music and Scrubs. Seriously. Such a Scrubs kick lately. It's kind of amazing. 

I'm ridiculously exhausted so let's just say there's nothing better than good friends, good hangs, and good tea. 

I finished it but I'm having trouble getting motivated to start my next book.

Twenty-two days until I leave the city and twenty-two days until I can finally take a deep breath again. Sorry about yesterday's post. I should learn to stop being surprised by people, though.

I forgot how much I really like Thursday. I should listen to more of them. It seems like years and years ago since I saw them the first time. It'll be six years in July. Jesus.


This just came in the mail for me. Perfect.