day out.

i'm not sayin', but i'm just sayin'...i think the flu has come to my house. late in the day friday, at work, i started feeling crappy. senor crappy. not so crappy that i couldn't work or function - i wasn't shitting my drawers or anything...- but not great. i came home last night, had some dinner and was knocked-out cold by 9:45 pm...the cool kids were out doing whatever it is they do and i was sleeping. sure, i woke-up at 4 am ready to start my day but i made it through to 6:45 ish am until i finally got up. not much going on at that time in the morning around here i'll tell you. so i did nothing. for a while. and then a while longer.
when i had to i made my way over to pender st. and met-up with lisa, and later the garbs, to have a look at the new storm salon location. lisa has a few ideas she wants me to take care of...how can i say no? i was glad to lend an ear and now lend my talents (?) to her new place. a little bit of garn at storm salon. nice.
the after a quick shot to granville island i went and grabbed my pal nancy and had a nice snack at the noodle box on west fourth...just a short walk from my new soon to be home...when? i have no fucking idea....
bomber hockey was next and we finally won one...i sure do love the bomber hockey....
then it was time to go see some comedy. yup. jenny treated me to a night out at the red robinson theatre in coquitlam to see bob saget. yes. bob saget. mr. potty mouth. it was an odd performance that was littered with OCD style references and scattered sexual references and fucked folk songs. the audience loved him. loved him. and while it was funny for approx. 20 minutes of the hour plus performance, i get it. i get why they love him. thanks jenny.
now. neo citran and bed. i love that shit.

g. xo