jesus and a plate of eggs and bacon...

welcome to super sunday my friends. the nfl has cracked down on those of you who will be, or may be, watching the big game on a tv set bigger than 55 inches. if you have more than a certain number of people over and your set exceeds this measurement, watch out, they may fine you...ok, pass the chips and dip...
i may actually watch the big game...not because i care about football-anyone who knows me knows that's not so, but, fuck, it's raining, it's sunday, i have a bit of an interest in payton manning winning the big game and i have nothing better planned...so, bring on the big game...maybe..
the other morning at the denny's in woodburn, just outside portland, the waiter's name was jesus. very nice guy, great waiter, all that...but it prompted me to do something i don't usually do at a denny's-keep the bill. any bill that says what it says on the botton of that bill is a keeper...
yesterday it took me almost 1/2 and hour to get from my place over to corie's, to pick him up for our hockey game...why? because there's now only one lane each way across the cambie street bridge...for the next few months so they can build the shitty RAV line..all part of digging up all of vancouver at the same time...main street's being dug up, parts of granville, cambie's a mess, broadway..it's great...i wish i could rent out my place for the next three years and come back after it's all done and the olympics are over..oh well, living in the city rules.

go colts!

g. xo