Category Archives: Dates

Acquaintances to Acquaintances

Starbucks Guy sent me an e-mail this afternoon.  It turns out that he is in his late 30s and has offered me friendship instead of another date, which I gladly accepted.  He certainly did not look his age.  I was thinking late 20s… but I guess that you don’t become a successful professor after only being in the system for a few years, so it makes sense.  It would be like a student dating a professor… except I’m not going to his University.  Creepy, no? I wasn’t expecting much to come of it anyway, but at least I have a good acquaintance (and an extremely good resource for an LGBT research paper).  Nothing to complain about.

My work schedule next week is a whopping 38 hours with only Thursday (the day of my party) off.  I’m going to have to reschedule my vocal lesson next week to Thursday to make things work.  I wrote my 2 weeks notice letter and called my Mother to get some business advice on what to do with it.  The advice she gave was very sage: “Hold off until I come back and we can discuss this further.  No point in tossing in your notice if you don’t know what you’re getting into yet.” She’s right.  I won’t know completely what is going on with Coach until Friday and the Parental Units come back from their vacation on Sunday, so Monday would be a good day to hand it in (if I choose to do so).

Tomorrow I work from 2-6, go to a piano lesson at 7, come back to work at 8 dressed in paint gear and work until midnight.  I’m excited to paint something that isn’t a francophone’s apartment (I painted a client’s apartment with a fellow Katima-participant in Montreal.  It was hell.).  It should be a really easy job (and a lot of fun!).  

Now I’m going to watch some Drawn Together.  Toodles.

Knights in Shining Armor Don’t Wear White Anymore

They wear cobalt blue t-shirts.  Live from the TTC Bloor-Yonge Line, it’s Edward’s iTouch at 6:15 PM:

Tonight I have a date with Joe that I don’t really want to go to, but we made the plan before everything else happened, and he owes me since I paid for the first meal (because he forgot his wallet? Who does that?).  If it turns out that he doesn’t have money again, I’m going to do one of the two things:

1.  Politely bow out of the meal and pay only my portion, leaving him to flounder and wash dishes, or

2.  Throw a glass of water/wine in his face, cause a huge scene and not pay for any of it because I paid for all of it the first time and he’s cheap and trashy.

I’m hoping I don’t have to resort to the second option because that would mean stepping down to his level, and I’m a classy guy.  I’m going to try in all my power to pick option #1.  Or maybe he’ll surprise me and actually pay for all of it and we can move on with our lives.  We shall see what happens.  

As for other exciting things that happened today, I learned that I sold $25, 000 worth of merchandise last week at work.  Too bad I won’t be sticking around there.  I talked to Chad today about plans for Coach and it looks like I’m going to be sending in my two weeks notice tomorrow.

I got a flirtatious wave and smile from a cute passenger in a blue truck as I was driving to work this morning, which was a nice start to the day.  Let’s hope tonight ends well too.  

I did not get to use the two options tonight.  A third option appeared:

3.  Wait until 7:30 because Joe never showed up (not surprised.  I got a Facebook message saying he had to leave for his flight early after this whole ordeal) and be swept off my feet by someone who I would of not expected to be around: Jordan (AKA Hot Guy that I went out to the buffet with and learned that he was dating another guy that was way more appropriate for him! He gets a name now because he is a good friend!)

It was the weirdest thing: I’m sitting there finishing my drink and he walks through the door and says: “I came here to take a guy wearing a green shirt and sandals to dinner.” I told him about how Joe was a no show and that he couldn’t of had more perfect timing.  He was in the area for his haircut and he was going to go have some Thai food at this new restaurant called Xyclo (it’s only a job posting.  They need wait staff, but the service we got was excellent, even if they seem to have low numbers).

We ate pad Thai, free spring rolls (courtesy of the restaurant for being customers at their new place) and summer rolls.  All of it was very good and so filling.  I’m saving my leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch and can’t wait to eat them.  We thought that Xyclo is an odd name for a Thai restaurant, so we asked about the name.  Turns out that it is named after a Vietnamese cycling cart (called a Cyclo).  I learned something today.

I still can’t believe what luck I had tonight.  A guy I had not seen in 2 weeks (busy with work and whatnot) and had pretty much forgotten about shows up out of the blue and saves me from a shitty night.  He’s going to Divers/cité tomorrow in Montréal for 5 days (OMG, I just saw the TV ad and Mado is going to be there! She’s a francophone drag-queen made entirely of sequins and awesome!).  He’s going to have so much fun! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.  He’s also seeing this guy (different from the one he talked about last time) who he is over the moon about (and so is the guy… Who wouldn’t be?) and I am so happy for him!

He’s quite the catch and he deserves someone equally amazing.  He still kisses amazingly too.  I would say that that was the best part of the night but, the best part of the night goes to the that we got to catch up and have dinner together.  That will always win for me hands down.  Every time.

The Internets say…

That a coffee shop is a bad place to have a date (according to  I present to you live from my iTouch at 7:45 PM, my thoughts:

Now I know why coffee is a bad place to start a date: you get checked out and think everyone is there to date you.  Oh god… I gave my number to a guy that’s balding?! What the hell is wrong with me? Please tell me the guy on the bike is not here for my coffee date! Oh… No he’s not.  He was just smiling at me and talking to some guy at Statlers.  Whew… While I was waiting, I had some Madelines and they were very very good.  Also the guy that just winked at me is very very good as well…

I think that was him in the green.  How terrible.  I don’t even remember what he looks like… Yup, the man in green.  Starbucks guy in all his glory.  Excuse me, I have a date to be on.

That was who I went on a date with tonight.  We started out having a chai latte for me and a tea for him and talking at a table for a while.  He’s an LGBT and English professor who has a lot of friends in high places.  He’s also done a lot of travelling (you name it, he’s probably been there).

After coffee, we had a drink at Hair of the Dog and I had potato skins (because my stomach was dying and it still doesn’t feel better).  He’s a vegetarian, which I have no problems with (thanks to Katimavik), and just a very interesting and respectful man.

I had a lovely evening with him and we kept running into people he knew from U of T, whether it be a colleague, someone he taught or a grad student in the LGBT group.  It was refreshing to see someone else be the mayor of somewhere for once (he would be the mayor of Church Street as I am the mayor of California’s).  I’m planning on seeing him again at some point, depending on how our schedules mesh.  Who knows what’s in store.

Towards the end of our evening I got a text from Chad saying he’ll call tomorrow to set up a meeting time for training, which means I’m going to have to write my 2 weeks notice for Banana very soon.  I’m a bit sad to leave this job again but Coach should be a better fit for me.  I just have to be careful not to burn any bridges.

I am so taking a pepto-bismal when I get home.  This pain reminds me of the dreaded Rolo Hot Chocolate I had before visiting the Manitoba Museum with my Katima-group.  Why does my stomach hate me so? 

P.S. We don’t have any Pepto in our house.  Water and a cat on the feet seem to work though.

Work Hard, Date Hard

Sorry about not posting for the last 3 days.  My time was taken up by my date.  On Thursday evening I went out for dinner with Joe.  He’s 22, plays and teaches the fiddle, speaks 9 languages and performs across Canada.  He’s heading back to his hometown in a week where he will stay for a month or so.  Anyway, we went to a place called Hair of the Dog which was a pub on Church Street.  It was a long dinner over which we had calamari, a bottle of red, and an order of grilled chicken pasta with a very flavourful sauce for the each of us.  On Tuesday, he is taking me out to Byzantium in order to make up for the fact that I had to pay for the meal because he forgot his card (a tad sketchy).  From the restaurant we went to my house where we watched the Michael Jackson documentary where some other actor played MJ.  It was pretty creepy to watch.  The following day we chilled out in the backyard, he made an amazing pasta dish using up leftover wine chicken and a bunch of other veggies and he went home yesterday in the morning.

He’s an alright guy, but I know we’d be better off as friends.  I had flashbacks at one point to the evening of my very first date, which was really bizarre.  I guess it was a matter of time before I met another person that shared a similar characteristic to that guy.  Plus we discussed where things could go and he’s not expecting anyone to wait around for a month when he gets back, and I wasn’t expecting him to wait either.  So we’re going to be friends and maybe start a band.  On Wednesday we may hang out at Statler’s again and do a cover of Bjork’s Bachelorette (me on piano, him on fiddle, perhaps the two of us on vocals, who knows).  

I thought about the whole sailing thing and I don’t really want to go.  One of my friends at work said it best: “You’ve been working every day this week, have a day to yourself for once”.  I have things I need to do here at home: water the plants, cut the grass, do laundry, practice the piano for my lesson on Thursday, and maybe make cookies.  Tomorrow I have my physical with my doctor for school and I set up a coffee date with Starbucks Guy.  We will finally get to know each other for once instead of playing phone tag.  That should be interesting.  Plus I don’t work until Tuesday! Two days off?! How can that be? Time to get up and start doing stuff around the house.

Surprising Night at Statlers

As I was getting ready to leave for my performance tonight, I discovered that I had a voice mail from an unexpected caller: Starbucks Guy! He works at U of T and he wanted to meet up with me for coffee.  I couldn’t get a hold of him, so I left him a voice mail message saying that I’d be performing at Statlers and he should come check me out.  I left for TO and never heard back from him all night.  Too bad ’cause he missed out on a great performance.  I didn’t end up playing my set list in the order I listed yesterday.  Instead I played the following:

  1. Blackwinged Bird by Emm Gryner
  2. (They Long To Be) Close To You by The Carpenters
  3. FAKE – Mika Nakashima (No vocal version)

It went really well and I think lots of people enjoyed it.  I made some new friends tonight too.  I shared a table with a woman for most of the night, befriended a Mexican named Johnathan, the guy sharing his table who’s name was Paul, a fiddler named Joe (who I am having dinner with tomorrow.  No dice, Starbucks Guy), and Richard, a man who owns a sailboat that invited Joe and I on a trip to Toronto Island (I don’t know if I’ll go yet…) on Sunday.  I’ll probably go back next Wednesday to perform again, or on Monday and make a bunch of connections with the Theatre folk.  It was so much fun and everyone was very friendly and singing along… It was fabulous.  I also had a half litre of wine bought for Joe and I by a man.  I was originally going to buy it to split between the two of us, but this guy insisted, so we got free red wine.

In addition to dinner tomorrow, I get my lab results and an examination of some bumps that have not left my legs since I got them waxed 2 weeks ago.  Plus I’ll get to check out the new Fall line at work! It’s going to be a good day.

Good Night!

P.S. I got my courses registered for College.  My schedule is going to be busy but fun.

Same setting, different drink

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4:20 PM
I’m sitting at the same Starbucks as when I wrote that other post when I was killing time before Voglie’s and that Polar Ice Promo.  This is basically for my information, but if y’all want to come check me out, Statlers has Open Mics on Wednesdays and a special Open Mic on August 1st I think.  Shit, that’s not good! I should know the date of this thing! I got distracted by the cute barissta.  Damn him and his good looks.  Another thing to damn would be my brother’s restaurant.  The guy that hires the pianists is on vacation for 3 weeks.  I’m not out of the running or anything, I’m just going to have to be patient.  Deep breaths!

This Passion Sweetened Iced Tea is great! Maybe I’ll go check out what goes down at Statlers to get a feel for what it would be like.  Although it is full of old gays… Whatever. I’ll have to perform in front of them, what’s the harm in sitting with them? Guess I should pose that question Carrie Bradshaw style: What IS the harm in sitting with a bunch of old guys? Where does this stigma come from? Is it the same when it is an old guy with a group of young men? How did we get so old? How did we get so cold? (Thought I’d toss in a little Chantal Kreviazuk there).

I must admit that I feel a little pathetic but also liberated in doing these things alone.  All of my friends are working, studying and then writing a mid-term, going on vacation somewhere, or not in Toronto today.  It takes guts to go out somewhere alone.  Guts that I own.  I also did this in Winnipeg and it was perfectly fine.  Suppose it could be worse.  I could have no friends at all.  How much would that suck? I’d be like Carrie in Paris, only without a fancy artist boyfriend to wake up to and eventually leave.  I cringed each time she spoke French.  “Bonjour” sounded like “Bonjewer”.  Ewww.  Now all that’s left is to see the movie and I can say that I’ve watched all of Sex And The City.  I have no life apparently.

Hey, the weird green sexualized Bob Marley painting from last time is gone! Now there are 3 closeups of bees and flowers.  That’s also sexual… Why is everything in this gay Starbucks so sexualized? The obvious answer would be that the LGBT community is a tad more obesssed with sex than their hetero counterparts.  Or maybe it is what it is: three close-up shots of bees doing what they do best.  When I have time to sit and think, sometimes I over-analyze.  Can you blame me?

Now what to do… write lyrics, or go watch a performance? I think I’ll choose the latter for now and come back to Starbucks later to write some lyrics before going to The Swearing Jar.  I suppose dinner should be in there somewhere too.  I’ll play it by ear.

I discovered something about the first batch of lyrics I wrote: they’re too wordy.  I’m keeping that in mind as I write.  Time to check out Statlers.

5:24 PM
The Open Mics are on Wednesday like I mentioned earlier in the post, and if I’m good enough, I might be given a paying gig.  Wouldn’t that be sweet?! I made friends with the owner, a guy named Ricky Martin who is a painter, and the pianist that was performing there at the time.  He even let me perform a song.  I chose a jazz rendition of Boz Scaggs’ “We’re All Alone”.  It went alright.  I shouldn’t of had that rum and coke before going on stage because I lost a bit of co-ordination and the first verse when I sang it.  Oh well, I got some clapping anyway and the owner seemed impressed.  I’m going to knock their socks off next Wednesday! Now I’m eating a satisfactory lemon poppyseed loaf and laughing at the gay barristas singing along to “Time After Time” and talking about the True Colours tour and Margaret Cho’s Asian Chicken Salad.  I’m glad I went out today.  I am fabulous.  I’m a little full of myself.

Washroom break and then lyric writing.  Before I start writing, I just want to say that the Starbucks Chai Tea Latte is amazing as is.  No need for sweetening.  Just lovely latte-ness.  Okay, lyric writing time.

6:39 PM
Argh, I can’t do it! I’m going to read fab magazine instead.  The cover asks, “Still Proud?” My answer is “Yes”.  Although I must admit that what Pride used to be has evolved into something involving a lot of body glitter and water guns used in suggestive ways.  The Editor’s Letter in this issue talks about how Pride is now all encompassing and the gays feel that their work is done because being gay is generally accepted, but that isn’t so.  I can think of one personal example that a gay man is not accepted.  The guy I went out on one date with isn’t out to his parents, and maybe he never will be.  The reason for this is a mixture of fear and his family business, I think.  Yes, we have come a long way, but we still have a ways to go.  That was not a compelling argument at all.  I felt like writing about something.  Grabbing another chai latte.

7:00 PM
Sometimes I want to forgo the whole gerontology thing and just start my recording career in Canada, Japan, or anywhere.  Would I really be ready for that? I could just start my career sans safety net and go from there.  I think I’m ready for that.  I feel ready.  I can write melodies, but I’m not much of a lyricist to be honest.  Everything else I can do, just not lyrics.  That would work really well in a foreign country.  I’m starting to make connections with people, so who knows where things will go from here.

I don’t want to be a gerontologist.  I want to be a star.  I’ve got talent, I’m working on my looks (hooray for antibiotics and working out) and I am more than willing to work hard.  I’m going to get there somehow and I will be very happy because I will finally be doing what I love: performing for others.  I have loved doing that since I was a child.  Why not do it professionally? Why not get a degree or diploma in music like I’ve always wanted? I know that I’ll have to go back and get lessons to improve my technique, but I am so willing to do that.  Screw safety nets! I want to do what I love, regardless of whether it is logical or not.  The thought of taking lessons while pursuing my Gerontology degree did occur to me, but I really want to focus all of my time and energy on this.  I want to treat it like it’s a job and learn, practice, play with other musicians.  I want to fully immerse myself into the world of music instead of dipping my toes in it for 3 years.  That will not be as effective as a full submersion into the business.

This is the same problem I had with social work: I like Gerontology, but it is seriously a means to an end for me.  I just want a degree so I can finally do what I love with no consequences.  Maybe I can get back into Windsor and just get a general BA? Something to think about.  I really need to discuss this with Mom and Dad (see that? I didn’t call them my parental units for once).  They are going to be pretty angry I’ll bet.  But I know we can talk about it.  They read this blog anyway (Hi you guys! Love you!).  Enough about this topic.

Tee hee, I’ve been checked out by 2 attractive guys sitting at tables across from me since I started the music career rant.  I love the Village.  I feel so comfortable here.  … I want to talk to my parents about this right now.  About my music career, not about the guys checking me out.  My parents and I aren’t like the Gilmore Girls.  Although we do have witty, fast-paced dialogue, I don’t talk to them about my sex life.  I save that for myself and my friends.

Life is good.  This moment is great.  It’s going to get complicated from here, but things are going to turn out fine.  I know.  Time to call the parents and have a little discussion to kill time.

8:28 PM
I talked about it a little with Mom and she agrees with me.  Tomorrow I will call piano and vocal teachers for lessons.  I also gave a guy my number at the Starbucks.  I wrote, “My name is Edward and if you’re free and want to go out for coffee, my number is…”, smiled at him as I dropped it off at his table and then ran.  In retrospect, I should of talked to him and made a few witty jokes, but I had to run and catch the play.  Should of told him that, but too late for that now.  Meh, if he calls, great.  If not, I’m sure I’ll see him at some point.  No skin off my back either way.

Speaking of theatre, Ricky Martin told me that Mondays at Statlers are when all the theatre buffs come out and have singalongs.  I’ll have to go to one of those for sure at some point.  Oh, I’m excited for this hour-long play.  It should be good, it is a part of the Best of The Fringe Festival after all.  I’ll write about it as soon as it is finished.

9:09 PM
I learned something tonight: never rely on rush seating.  On the plus side, I bought a ticket to a hilarious one woman show on August 15 called “Alana Johnston The Show (cute or what?)” Show starts at 8 PM.  She showed me a little sample of the songs from her show and it is pretty funny.  She told me that when my demo gets made, she would like a copy.  There’s a bunch of people at that theatre that must have connections, so it’s nice to have a foot in the door.  All the more reason to get in the studio.

Now for a long subway ride back home.  Overall, it was a nice relaxing day.  When I get home, I’m going to discuss my future with my parents.  Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion!

10:48 PM

My Mom agrees with me, but she still wants me to have a degree of sorts.  She knows that one day I will become a performance artist and that will be the end of that.  She just wants to make sure I have something to fall back on (hence the degree) in case something goes wrong.  At least she’s in my corner.  That wasn’t too exciting, was it.  

Closing thought: Bailey’s and Golden Oreo Cookies are delectable.

A Better Version of Me

What a terrible blogger I am.  No point in beating myself up about it though.  I have made some new commitments in my life that should kick the nasty habit of not updating my blog: I am going to write 100 words (at least) every day in this blog.  That ought to do something about the lack of posting that has been going on.  More on other new commitments I have made later.

First: the job(s).  I got my job back at Banana Republic, which is fantastic.  I’m glad to be back at that store.  I worked there last summer and they weren’t hiring at the beginning of the summer, but I pulled a few strings and now I’m back in the game.  Plus, my friend/ex-manager (Chad) of Banana Republic is opening a Coach store in  Square One and he has hired me on his team.  So come August, I’ll be selling extremely expensive purses and trench coats while wearing a classy and fitted suit.   

2 weeks ago, I had 2 amazing interviews with Parasuco, the Canadian company that has $150 jeans that the celebrities wear.  Parasuco didn’t work out.  I don’t quite get why this keeps happening… I have fantastic interviews with clients and then they never call back (am I terrible 3rd date?).  It’s probably because of whole “I want full time hours but I’m going to school in the fall but I’ll still take on evenings and weekends” thing.  I have a feeling that they just want someone who isn’t going back to school anytime soon.  That’s alright.  I have 2 jobs, which isn’t my usual 3, but I will be rolling in money soon enough.

I still have my job at Reef Moxie Promotions.  The first promotion I ever did was for Polar Ice Vodka about a month ago and that was sensational.  No pictures (sorry) were taken, but I was wearing black “booty shorts”, a vest, a tie, and black dress shoes with socks.  It was shockingly tame because the top covered up so much (even on my partner, who was ripped).  Plus the outfit wasn’t small enough, but I looked cute nonetheless.  

The following week (on June 21st and 22nd) I was a part of a promotion for Rogers (which I mentioned in my last post).  It was the promotion from hell because it was not well prepared or planned.  The style of the promotion was supposed to be guerrilla (we would go from place to place with our things and hand out promotional cards for Rogers saying, “Take photos all summer long and post them to the Rogers website to win some great prizes”).  We were supposed to go to a location and be a distraction (we hired 2 actors to do the lifeguard skit from SNL) in the middle of a street, a park, wherever.  This distraction involved many props: a rolling lifeguard chair, an inflatable kiddie pool, bottles of cooler water to fill the kiddie pool (which were not purchased beforehand and took time out of our schedule), the actor’s costumes and props (they were at the location), and the promo cards.  My team consisted of 2 people: myself and a fellow Reef Moxie person.  It is very difficult to carry all of that from a van to the location (especially when the van that you are driving is not a normal van as was discussed.  It was a cargo van.  They gave me a van that was just one row of seats short of being a Katima-van).  I was not good at driving that beast.  Streets were closed off, it’s a tad impossible to drive to 8 locations in 4 hours with the time it takes to find a parking spot, wheel everything to the location and set up.  By then, we may as well of moved on to the next location.  We were supposed to be at 16 locations that weekend, but we ended up getting to 4.  Our client was angry at us, my supervisor was angry at me, but she understood that it was pretty much impossible to do what the client had asked of us.  It was just a terrible weekend and a complete disaster.  Fortunately, my next promotion in that style went more smoothly, but I’ll get into that later.  

The next promotion that I did a promotion was a 2 day Microsoft Zune Pride promo (yes my American readers, it is now in Canada and it is like response to the iPod, but bear with me).  That was a blast and I got to work with a friend from another company, which was super cool.  Not only did I get to check out Pride for two days, I also got a date for that following week with an extremely hot guy (more on that later).  What a lovely promotion that was…

June 30th and Canada Day I handed out Sponge Towels (paper towels) and other assorted paper products in guerrilla style.  Pretty exciting (sarcasm) but the weather was nice and I got to keep the uniform (huge but good for days when I feel lazy and don’t want to go out of the house.  For some reason, I don’t think my company believes that I am actually a size 29 and XS.  They never have my size.  EVER).  This promotion was planned much better, but my team-mates were pretty sketchy… one of them was a pathological liar (couldn’t even look at me in the eye and did not listen at all.  Plus, he couldn’t get me or my team-mate’s name right, and we worked 16 hours together).  The other guy was alright, but a professional liar (that was his job, but at least he did his job.  

The first day went fine, Canada Day was a different story.  The pathological liar was supposed to pick me up at my house at 11 so we could get to our location at 11:30 (he wasn’t driving a giant white van).  I call him at 10:45 to make sure he got my directions and that he is on his way, and he tells me that he is EATING.  The hell?! You’ve got a job to do and I don’t want to be late, so what are you doing eating when you had time to do that before you left? I know that it would of taken him half an hour to get to my house, so there’s no excuse.  At 11:05, he was not at the house, so I took matters into my own hands and got to the location without him, leaving a message to let him know that I was on the way to the location.  At 11:20, I call him again to let him know which entrance I was at, and he is just leaving wherever he was eating at.  11:30 rolled around.  I was there, no one else was.  A friend of mine was doing another promo and we talked for a while to kill time.  At 12:30, the guy who was supposed to pick me up rolls into the parking lot and is all “Hey buddy, how’s it goin’?!”.  I wanted to kill him.  Our client wasn’t there, but I had informed the supervisor that we had not set up yet, in case the client did show up.  The normal team-mate was being picked up by a guy who had all of the supplies and was supposed to meet with us at 11:30 as well.  He didn’t show up until 1:30.  They got lost.  In order to avoid ripping their heads off, I promoted solo and got a lot more work done than they did.  

I will never choose to work with these two guys ever again.  I shouldn’t of gotten so angry at them because I’m not the client or the supervisor and I was getting paid 2 hours to sit and do nothing, but my hard work ethic and honesty got the better of me and wanted to kill the dishonesty and bullshit in my team-mates.  I forgot that in the Real World, not everyone is honest sunshine and hard working puppies.  There are lazy, lying and cheap people out there.  That was my reality check.  I had another one with the hot guy I met at Pride and went on a lunch date with that following Saturday.

We had lunch at Mother Tucker’s Buffet.  The previous night I had dinner at Mandarin, so I didn’t bother eating anything in between meals (jumping from buffet to buffet is good for the body).  It was a nice lunch and we later drove back to my house and had a little nap (he’s also built.  There’s something very relaxing about having a guy hold you in his arms).  At the beginning of the date, he alluded to the fact that he’s seeing other guys at the same time as me.  No problem, this was just a “getting to know you date” and at the worst I would have a new friend to hang out with.  I learned the following throughout our date: he’s 27, hot, not out to his parents (yet has a fantastic gay social life), works in property management, loves dogs and babies, his family is conservative (yet he was on the gay Liberal float at Pride), he’s Jewish, and the other guy he’s dating is 28, lives in Toronto (alone he added…), and is quite the catch.  So in short, he was trying to get into my pants.  Not how I roll.  We’re friends now (and both really busy, so I haven’t seen him since), and that’s all she wrote.  No other potential prospects have popped up yet, but I’m too busy to even have one anyway.

Speaking of prospects, my ex-boyfriend (now friend… seems weird to call him my ex, even though he is) Jeffrey found himself a boyfriend.  It’s pretty funny actually… this guy is 20 (so am I), from Cambridge (I’m from Cambridge until I moved to Mississauga 3 years ago), studying Composition Theory at U of T (I’m blessed in the music category and I’m also going to a Toronto post-secondary school), and their anniversary is on the same day that Jeff and I would of had ours.  His name is Craig, but I’m choosing to call him Bizzaro-Me (Craig sounds better).  What a weird coincidence eh? He seems like a nice fellow and I hope I’ll get to meet him some day.  Jeff tells me the similarities stop there, and I hope he’s right (if he looks like me, Lucy got some ‘splainin to do).  I’m glad things are going well for him and his boyfriend.  They were going to Renaissance in KW on Saturday, and I’m going to hear a full report tomorrow.  I’ve never been to the Ren, but I hear that it’s good (I hung out with a guy once who used to frequent the place… since he goes there, I guess it’s not as good as I think it is).

I, too, have been dabbling in parties.  A friend of mine from Windsor (known to my friends as German Ryan as he attempted to teach me German once and we tried to date and it didn’t work out) came up to Toronto with a friend of his from Germany (who spoke impeccable English).  We went out a couple bars, danced, and had a great time.  Two nights ago I went to Fly (the same bar that they turned into Babylon for the shooting of Queer As Folk) for Grapefruit Night, which is an event that happens on a Friday once a month where they play 80s music (and a little bit of old school 90s and 00s).  I hung out with Remi, her significant other, Chad, and the gay version of Sex and the City (Chad is totally Carrie… without the wearing of an acorn on his head).  It was so much fun! Dancing, watching Chad make out with a bewildered Asian guy who was there with his fag hag (who loooooooooved us), people watching in general, laughing at the classic dance moves, giving this random stranger the courage to go talk to a dancer who he found attractive and capping it off with a run to McDonald’s at 1 AM.  

I’m planning on throwing a party of my own in early August (I’m thinking August 2nd, a Saturday, or the 8th, the following Friday.  Or perhaps on some other random night of the week.  I would have it on August 9th, but that day is dedicated to my family reunion… maybe I could just throw the party after that day is over?).  I’m debating between getting a club, or having a house party… we aren’t going to have a swimming pool in at that time though, so I’m leaning more towards the club (everyone pitches in $20, which is what you would spend if you had to bring alcohol and we party it up with an open bar and a potential limo ride back to my house where the party would continue).  The liner in our coffin (err, pool) is being torn apart, and the new pool won’t be showing up until later on in August.  It’s quite the job to fill our pool because of the bizzare shape and the illegal depth in the centre of the pool… but it shall be done! My parental units are determined to have a pool with a fiberglass liner that you can walk around without having to duck to avoid the hedges and potentially fall in the pool (happened to me once).

As I stated at the beginning of this post, I’m going to write at least 100 word posts each day.  In addition to that, I’m also going to start taking better care of myself physically.  I’m booking a bunch of appointments with my doctor to get stuff tested (for school and for myself… hello Accutane! I’m going to finally accomplish something that I’ve strived to achieve yet never have for 5 years: have clear skin EVERYWHERE) and getting my teeth aligned again (it’s funny what happens when you don’t wear a retainer for a week and then it never fits again.  I’m thinking a perma-tainer).  Or perhaps I’ll get veneers… who knows.  I’m also growing out my hair again to Katima-length and NEVER getting it cut at a place that charges $7 for a haircut.  I am going to have sexy, longish hair.  I really miss it! I look back at my Katima-pictures and I loved how easy it was to manage.  Musically, I’m going to perform at Open Mics in Toronto and Mississauga to get my name out there.  There’s one bar in Toronto that I really want to perform at called Statlers.  It’s a piano bar (and gay) so it seems like it would be an easy place to get into.  More on that in later posts.  I’m going to get back on working out and buying some dumb-bells.  I stopped working out for a month and my toned body disappeared, I’ve become more prone to getting sick, I just feel less healthy in general.  

What better way to set a commitment in stone than to write in a place that I look at every day? Everyday, my blog greets me (lately it’s been with guilt because I haven’t been updating), and now I’ll be constantly reminded of the personal and physical changes that I am undertaking (sounds like puberty…).  This will keep me on track.  Here’s to a fresh start!

Arrival at High Noon

“My blog is back.”

Such a lie. It’s been more than a month since I’ve last written in this fossil I call a blog. Sorry about that. Amazing things have happened within the last month that have prevented me from getting to a computer to spend some quality hand to keyboard love-making.

However, I’m here now, and that’s what truly matters, no? In an effort to kind of get everyone up to speed, here’s what has happened: I was in billeting right before that last entry until the 9th of May. My billet parents were fantastic. I will definitely be coming back to visit them at some point. They had a piano that they loved to hear (neither parents could play), and my billet grandma invited me to perform at the Lion’s Manor in Selkirk (a retirement apartment building). I did, and it was fantastic. I even received $20 out of the deal and a free Chinese food dinner. All in all, a fine payment for someone who only makes $3/day.

The following weekend our group had planned to have our 72 hours off (it was May Long Weekend, so it wasn’t just the usual 48 hours off we get from each other). I was to spend my time off with my brother who lives in Thunder Bay, but he had just got a job as a security guard at an airport, so he wasn’t going to come down to Winnipeg. I decided to switch my plans and do something I’d never done before: stay at a hostel and be alone. Not entirely alone, mind you. Daniel and I hung out for 2 of those days, and he showed me around Winnipeg and actually made me appreciate what the Capital of Manitoba has to offer. We had sushi, went shopping in antique stores, furniture stores, and walked around the Forks. It was great weather all weekend.

We even got to see some live music. I talked with each artist after to find out what their drive is, why they are doing what they are doing, do they have safety nets. I received different answers from each one. Some artists are performing without safety nets and just seeing how far their music will take them (most of them have CDs recorded). I was so inspired by them, but I know I have my path set out for me: Get a degree in Gerontology and then become a recording artist. That way, if something goes horribly wrong in the music industry, I can aide the elderly.

On the May-Long Monday, it rained. I sat in a Second Cup off of Main St. and wrote lyrics (I had never tried until that day). I wrote 4 songs, and I have melodies floating in my head for each song I’ve wrote. I’m so proud of what I have done and when I showed it to my group and other people, they were really impressed too. I’m looking forward to see what more ideas pop out of my brain. I plan on performing those songs at Open Mics and Coffee Houses very soon when I get home to Toronto.

The following weekend was the 30th Anniversary of Katimavik. 6 groups gathered in Winnipeg in Spence Neighbourhood to build a community garden for the children and for the adults. There was an Open Mic where I performed along with a fellow participant and my Project Leader. There are videos that I will post of the other amazing events that happened that day. I also said a speech on the behalf of all the Katimavik participants thanking Katimavik, the Project Co-ordinators, the Project Leaders, the community, and my peers. I was winging it, but it went quite well. I’m good at thanking people.

This past weekend was spent celebrating Stonewall’s 100th Anniversary. I dressed up as a clown, raised money for a 50/50 draw and entertained children. After lunch I sold candy to raise money for the new playground that was being constructed for the elementary school. I was cutting deals with the candy, selling boxes for 10 dollars (I was like a human Costco). I sold 3 cases of candy and estimated about $125 was made. Hooray for me.

We also had a debriefing camp at Prairie’s Edge Eco Village, where we spent 2 days being with one another, saying our goodbyes, being emotional, digging up weeds, tilling soil, playing with dogs and cats, celebrating a baby’s 1st birthday. It was such a lovely place to have a debriefing camp. The best part about it was that I finally saw my first shooting star (we don’t get them much in the South).  It was such an amazing view: no lights, wide open spaces, no cities for miles.  Just a giant blanket of stars in the sky.  I’m so glad I did this program.

I received my $1000 cheque 2 hours ago along with a certificate and a goodbye note from my Project Leader. Now all that’s left is to wait for a bus to show up at our house at 3:30 AM and take us to the airport. From there, I will wait until 9, when a plane will show up and take all of the Ontario participants to Toronto. The plane will touch down at noon and I will be done Katimavik.

I have many plans for the summer, which I will talk about in another entry (more than likely it will be later on today). I leave you with two slide shows: the Earth Day Cleanup and Gingerbread. If you hover your mouse over the picture, an “i” will appear. Click on it to get a little information about that slide. See you in another timezone.


Two Weeks Ago

Two weeks ago, I spent a Saturday being cultural and interesting. Nothing says cultural like going to the Museum of Manitoba and checking out the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra. Nothing says interesting like Rolo Hot Chocolates, bathrooms, tour guides, and frozen cheesecakes. I’ll explain what everything means as I go along.

For breakfast that morning I had the butt of a loaf of bread (the part that no one eats, but is perfectly fine if you toast it). As I learned later on in the day, it was not enough to defend my stomach from the impending doom that was to wreak havoc on my digestion system. We piled into the Katima-van at 10 AM and drove off to Winnipeg for the museum.

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