making it up as i go along...and where the hell's floyd?

i'm a little tuckered out i don't mind saying...friday night after the pasta and dairy queen fest i hit the hay just after 10 p.m. - in true geezer style...and then was bolt-up in bed by 6 a.m. the next morning...so taking advantage of the early rise i got some shit done. vacuuming, dishes, laundry, banking, out to issy's to drop off some pickle items, a short trip to point roberts - that had the usual delays, although this time it was the fact that the garbs didn't have i.d. that set in motion a few good words from the border guard ("what i should do is give you no options at all and take you inside and fingerprint you for the next two hours..." ) he was a bad man and all jacked-up and drunk on authority...must be tough trying to become a cop, a real cop, and then end-up guarding the US of A at the point roberts entrance...poor little fella. in the end the garbs sat on the canadian side while i conducted my bidness in the point...then it was back to vancouver and all of this done by 12:45 pm...because i was suppose to be having lunch in coal harbour with my dad - floyd - at around 1 pm...although he was suppose to call me and tell me when to be there...and as i sit here now, 3:46 pm on sunday, i have still not heard a word from him...he was coming over to go to the opera saturday night and gave me three options to see him...1: dinner on friday night 2: lunch on saturday or (i think) 3: lunch on sunday - i took the saturday option as i remember...and being that floyd's not part of the cell phone nation i have no way of calling and say, "what's up...?" so if you see or hear from floyd let me know...
last night at the bomber game - which we were winning 2-1 with a couple minutes left in the third - i took a penalty for, of all things, calling one of the other players a 'fucking girl'...not that i don't like girls, 'cause i sure do...but...anyhow, while i was in the box they, the other team, scored and tied it up. a public apology is in order to my bomber brethern...
ok...back at it tomorrow. the thursday roast may be in danger of ending as it seems only a few folks have paid me for last week's meat fest and i'm not rich enough to feed a whole crew of meat eatin' fx guys...corie gets a pass as he and i have a whole other deal running that has been going on for years but...well, we'll see what happens...
have a great sunday night...

g. xo