The fact that it is literally a brighter day out there. Yesterday we had crazy windstorms and rain going horizontally. I am not exaggerating. And today, it looks and feels like spring has just blown into town. Crocuses and daffodils, y’all. Spring is my jam. Don’t even get me started on blossoming trees.
Housesitting for Anna in the huge Gastown warehouse space I’ve lived/worked/partied in on and off over the last 5 years, immediately next door to my old office at Terminal City and in the same block as 3 previous workplaces, including The Cambie. Walking to get this coffee, I was greeted by name by the manager of the same, (a delightful lass who shares my name - we Heathers are generally quite awesome, despite what the film would have you believe), as well as my barstool brother Mr. Chi Pig of SNFU, who - despite probably being only halfway through his first beer of the day (it’s barely noon here, give the man time) - still remembered enough to call after me and ask if I’d found my purse, for which I blew him a kiss of thanks as I continued down the hill to my chosen Starbs.
Even after today’s Venti americano (no room, cream is for wusses - just grab me some sugar and drive), I still have $6 on one of 2 Starbscards I’ve been working since Xmas. I also managed to score enough weed from a friend to enjoy “Vancouver breakfast” (aka the “Vancouver Speedball”: coffee + BC bud)
The other roommates at the warehouse are listening to good music and only using power tools occasionally. It could be (and has in the past been) SO much worse. I am not hung over, the music is not awful, and the power saw and drill are not constant. And if it does get worse, a friend gave me a couple of relaxy pills (which I will probably have for 6 months or more, since I generally prefer the organic experience). They’re also super nice, so nobody’s bothering anybody in this Fonzie den.
There’s enough food around here for a substantial lunch, and what do you know? GLAMOROUS COCKTAIL PARTY LATER TONIGHT to which I was invited by a darling PR friend. (Pee arr, darling.) Obviously I am in dire need of some glamourizing, but lucky for me, I’m housesitting for a fashion designer.
[You guys all know I just joke about the ‘spinster’ thing, right? It’s a funny word, and like “cougar,” at a certain age, some women opt to own it to defuse it as a potential insult bomb (luckily my high schools sports teams were called the Cougars, so I don’t actually see that as an insult). Posts like this one of Ned’s remind me I’m still a pretty big softie, despite how I might portray things here… especially within the coming 24 hours.]
This exquisite dish of poached lobster, asparagus, herbed potatoes and baby veg at Blue Water Cafe followed an equally amazing starter of Kumamoto oysters, tuna goma-e and a glass of Tattinger. Divine!
