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.:Tuesday, March 30, 2004:.
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Ain't no thang but a chicken wing
I am craving chicken wings, honey garlic. The crunchy kind you can get at basically any pub. But I think it looks weird just walking into the bar and ordering a plate of wings... alone... sans beer. Perhaps I will make up an excuse to go to the neighbourhood bar and 'catch up on my reading'.
11:56 p.m.
posted by tre
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Snowboarding is Painful... but Good Times.
I went snowboarding this past weekend. It was a lot of fun. I don't regret one minute of it. The weather was perfect, the view was amazing, and I actually went down a run without falling! However, I am on Day 2 of recovery, and boy am I in pain.
First of all, I have three new bruises on my left knee. They aren't as big as the first one, but one is in the same spot, and the two others combined, size wise, is about the same size as the monster bruise I had when I went snowboarding a few weeks ago. Secondly, I think I pulled something in my back. It hurts. And thirdly, my body is still tired... it hurts to take any abdominal strain whatsoever, from getting out of my chair to sneezing. All I'm hoping is that if this learning curve is steep, so is the recovery process.
We went to Cypress on Sunday - me, my brother, and four cousins. As I rode the chair lift up to the run that we were doing I happened to look behind me at the view and - wow - there are not many places in the world where you can get this kind of view - mountains and ocean, city and sea... and boats... from 1500 ft. 'Twas very cool. Couldn't complain about the snow as I am still a newbie and can't tell if the snow is good or bad... but I am guessing re-tread snow over a day that is surprisingly warm can affect the overall quality of powder/slush.
I managed to complete several runs without falling too many times, even successfully turned and snowploughed backwards down a few parts as well. The crowning moment was when I completed a full turn and stop, I was so proud of myself I cheered... and then forgot about the heel-toe ratio and faceplanted almost immediately.
The thought of careening down a mountain at lightning speed still daunts me, but I think I will get over that fear soon enough. Just as soon as my body heals at least.
11:43 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Saturday, March 20, 2004:.
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drunken blogging
so i just got back from wine-tasting/partying with MV et al, can i just tell you what a good time i had? even though most of us pseudo-pretended to know anything about wine whatsoever our main goal was to get our $60 worth in alcohol and free food. can't say i got my $60 worth in alcohol and free salami... but it was quite a bit of fun. the drinking bit, definitely. not having had a proper dinner also attributed to it as well. hung out with some interesting characters (whose names I will forever interchange...).
after the event was over myself and a certain blonde stood outside the exit doors waiting for other blondes to come out of the washroom. while we were waiting i just happened to mention to this blonde that perhaps she should start hitting on guys with obvious girlfriends attached. i had apparently said this loud enough for other people to hear, and this blonde had the balls to say to one young man, "How you doin??" who had his arms around his obvious GF, who looked back at her and replied, "How YOU doin??" not in so many words, but his tongue sticking out in that "I want to lick you" manner that we all know... means business. Anyway his girlfriend caught wind of this (obviously), hit her BF, and then threw daggers from her eyes at the blonde in question. All of us standing around had the hugest laugh... until we got into the elevator.
We were invited to room 2236 after the wine tasting for a big suite party but by the time we got there apparently everyone had left, so we headed back into the elevator... someone started singing in a high pitched voice that was somewhat painful and also scared some of the other guests in the elevator. We ended up at Crush, were we were only there for an hour or so, before we decided we needed to chow... across the street, Chinese food.
MMM.
So now here I am, writing to my blog my re-count of th evening. I am probably going to wake up with a massive headache! And for some reason I can still smell Chinese food. Luckily I am still in presence of mind, to mind my spelling errors and grammar. Nite nite!
1:24 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Thursday, March 18, 2004:.
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Don't Dish it if You Can't Take It
Got an interesting e-mail today at work. Basically someone who was complaining about the bus and service they got from us (or me, specifically)... that turned from what I would call a 'bitch session' to downright rudeness. Now, having taken (and received an A+ in...) a communications course where we dealt with 'trouble' letters, I had calmly written her back detailing what we had and had not clarified, and apologized for the misunderstanding. AND offered her my GM's contact info. No, she was not interested in contacting my GM (even though in her first e-mail she demanded to know his name and phone and e-mail so she could write a complaint)... she was more interested in calling me and my company incompetent and untrustworthy.
Right.
This, from a UBC student, in residence, who booked the bus WITHOUT a phone number, billing address, credit card information or anything. In hindsight on my part I probably should not have booked the bus in the first place based on that information already. Anyway. This, from someone who, even today, still has not given me her phone number for our records, who missed payment deadlines TWICE, paid for the order with two different credit cards (not her own), changed the pick-up time 3 times, asked for concessions for an extra person... and then called me up to yell at me for sending her a bigger bus.
Also, it was really hard to take someone seriously who can't even bother to write a proper complaint letter. I know some of you seem to think I am the Grammar Queen, but it's one thing to rant and complain, it's an entirely different bag when you are just being abusive and not bothering to write in complete sentences with capitalization. I don't need to justify my actions when I've already apologized for them. Talk about beating a dead horse. Sheesh.
6:21 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Sunday, March 14, 2004:.
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A Night of Odd Compliments
We were at Roo's Pub in deepest darkest Coquitlam, celebrating Mimi's birthday and watching whatever sports games were on the big screens. One of my elder cousins says to me, "You know, you'd probably be great at women's hockey, you have the body for it."
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This pub was also having a "Valentines Day Reprise" event (on a Sunday??) where they got all the ladies in the house to join their 'kissing' contest. Basically they give you a post-it note and you put your lip imprint on it... and the guys judge who has the best kisser... by applause. So I joined as well as one of my other cousins... and via applause I *just happened* to make it to the finals!! What's up with that, eh? Anyway, in the final round, we had to make kissing sounds into the mic (ew)... to take the proverbial piss out of it I just did a good "muah!" in to the microphone. I think it hurt my chances actually... I came in third place... but I came away with a gift certificate for tanning (no excuses for pasty-ness now!! Well, except for the fact that the tanning salon locations are in Coquitlam!!), and a free t-shirt. Which I gave to Mimi. Oh, and free shooters... which I also pawned off because I was driving.
Good day!
10:03 p.m.
posted by tre
.:Friday, March 12, 2004:.
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Money Pit, or, The Price of Owning a "Luxury" Car
Things preventing me from going on vacation: car maintenance: unforseen expenses. $0.84/litre gas. $175.00 to fix de-frost on both driver's and passenger side mirrors. $275.00 to fix cup holders. Stupid phantom 'check engine' light.
Okay well maybe it's not that bad... for this month anyway. Will not fix de-frost until late fall 2004, and purchase cup holder parts and get them installed by Joe. Maybe put off vacation until May. Still need to get passport updated - blarrrrgh. And decide what I'm doing/where I'm going. Why isn't I can't make a decision until everyone else does?? Costa Rica anyone??
In other unrelated events, I've discovered the penultimate quote to say describing a loss (in business/opportunity): "We're staring up the ass of a dead dog with fleas!" Coined by Troy, from The Apprentice, when he and Heidi saw one of the other team's pedicabs drive by with advertising on them. D'oh!!
8:26 a.m.
posted by tre
.:Monday, March 01, 2004:.
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GEEEEEEEEEK
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12:21 p.m.
posted by tre
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