Friday Night

So here's a little bit of a story.

Went out on Friday to a bar, as I do on occasion. I do this solo, because it's literally me heading out to have 2-3 beers/ciders and watch some sports on the TV. To me, this is incredibly boring, but I don't have cable anymore, and the alternative is staying at home, sitting around, looking around. So really it's a treat to me.

ANYWAY. I went out and met the fellow pictured above. Apparently he is in a management position at a social club based at one of the Universities around here. Pretty snappy dresser, eh? Yeah, he was pretty krunk. So at eventually he looks over at me and tells me his name and about his job and whatnot. I thought I'd be nice and have some conversation with this guy. No big deal, right? So I'm talking to him and he suddenly goes "Okay... I'm a pretty big geek, and this is really difficult, you know? Meeting people? I don't really do it." I said I didn't mind, and he started on about how he's really into the universe and was talking about how quantum mechanics is a frustrating thing, because even if you think you know something, you can never actually see if you are correct.

So he's starting to get energetic, and he's looking to jump over to another bar downtown when his lady-friend comes to see what he's upto. Remember how he was dressy? This lady dressed casual. Like really casual. 70% Thug, even! He turns to her and she makes a little surprised face after looking at him. Then he says to her "This is my friend. This is hard for me," to which she replies "It's okay. You're a geek, but that's fine! You're a cool interesting guy. Now let's get going to Masq." She had a pretty supportive, reassuring tone. I was a little confused and asked how they knew each other: *Awkward pause*. I asked if they worked together: *Uproarious laughter from both*. Then he leans in and says: "We fuck together." I said "ohhhhhhhhh-okay," as though I'm used to hearing this kind of thing. The lady then, still laughing a little, leans in and says, "You know, you should come with us. My girls will be there. I'm sure you'll be able to hit it off with one of them." She told me they had been up at the Marylin Manson concert early to "see what they could get" but then planned to hit this Masq place. I asked her if she was comfortable having her girls go to MM alone. She laughed a bit again, like I was the only one not privy to an inside joke. She said "Oh, they're not my kids. They're my girls. Like my girls..."

So really... I think I may have met a prostitute on Friday. Your thoughts?

I got back a little later than I wanted. I was nice and drunk tho and decided to have a smoke. Often when I'm drunk, I look across the street and see this house. More than any other house I've known, this house makes me think of a giant, smiling head. I sometimes say to myself "Come on, you're being silly... it's not like it's going to eat you." Then another part of me thinks, "Are you nuts? That's precisely what the house wants you to think! Then when you least expect it, it's gonna gobble you up!"

Needless to say, I don't walk on that side of the street. Ever. In mental health, we call this a delusion. I on the other hand call it prudent thinking.

Quick Notes

I've been having some pretty jam-packed weeks as of late. I'll only be able to throw up some quick notes about last week.

This is a picture of one of my classes. I find I'm taking a lot of time to look around at everyone these days. If you ask me why I would be doing such a thing, I might say that it's our last year together, and I'm going to miss some of these people. In reality, I'm looking around at everyone and trying to guess what they are thinking about when I'm looking at them. What to do this weekend? Worrying about a test later today? Trying to figure out whether or not to buy those new shoes?

Don't get the shoes. We both know you have like 6 pairs in your closet that you never wear and this will only add to the pile.

Archie or Archie's Comics: American Golden-boy or World most prolific womanizer?

I did a Century over the weekend. 100 miles (162+ kms) of pure biking fun. If I ever get around to making a short video about it, I'll try to post it up here.

And finally... I've recently found out that the #3 bus is probably the best way for me to get home. It's usually empty and never stops at bus stops for this simple reason: no one knows where the hell it's going! The name of the route is pretty ambiguous (Manors). I've lived here for about 6 years now, people have told me where the different Manors are. I gotta tell ya, it's just in one ear and out the other.

So try the 3! You'll be glad you did! But don't all of you try at once. Because seriously... I wanna get home, start supper... maybe get some laundry done... have a drink or two... read maybe?

Long Week, Dartmouth's Alderny to Woodside Trail, the Morning Ride

Man what a brutal week. School is in full swing, and it's really putting the breaks on my life here. This one week has felt like it's 14 days long. However, I'm quite sure the weekend will feel far too short.

So the people that say "the only good thing bout Dartmouth is the view of Halifax" are dead wrong! I'm biking in to the NS for my clinical days now and they have a 50% decent Trail there. Only 50% because really it's only 50% completed. But it is a doozey!

Nice little fence there. But in all honesty, my fave thing about it is, in fact, the view of Halifax.

Even though it looks far away in this picture, it's quite a nice sight to wake you up in the morning.

So I guess there is some merit to that statement.

Farmers Market

Did something for the first time in a long time: went to the Market this weekend. The place was packed as always. If anyone is unsure of why the Market wants a bigger building, you definitely have to check it out for yourself.

This was a big outing for me as I think I've developed a touch of agoraphobia. But for whatever reason, I really like going to the market. I wonder why?

The rest of my weekend was uneventful. Jables and I hung out for a little bit. In fact it took me well over 40 minutes to decide to actually hang out with her. I also took the chance to visit my friend's new apartment. To be honest I'm a little jealous. I wish I had a swanky new pad. Instead I'm stuck in a basement apt. which I think has the same feel as that hobbit-hole that Yoda lived in while we was exiled on Planet Dagobah.

That's right folks: A LOTR's and a Star Wars joke combined. I hope I didn't blow your faces off too bad.

Business Casual, Mental Health Placement

Another year has started, another placement: begun. This time, instead of my regular scrubs, I had to don a "business casual" look. Not having had anything close to an office job, I'm not sure what this entailed. Did I pull it off? I think the belt buckle speaks for itself.

This placement is revolving around mental health. I was seriously dreading this rotation going in to it, but now that I've been there for a couple days, I'm figuring out it's not so bad. These hospitals aren't filled with nut-cases. Just people who really seem like typical Joes and Janes that want to get better.

One other thing that is fun about this clinical as a whole is the Ferry Ride home. It really gives you a time to decompress and offers a physical distinction between clinical mode and life mode. Something of an inwardly turned catharsis.

Other than that, nothing going on this week. Working through the weekend, but at least I get to sleep in tomorrow. Might pop down to the market.