Winter Wonderland

I am not a fan of snow.... well, I'm not a fan of the snow in Vancouver BUT will be the first to admit I've liked it these past couple of days. Normally, I only like it in it's proper place, like on a mountain.

For all those that hate it, I'm going to let you all in on a little secret... I know why it snowed... in November... in Vancouver. K.. just before I let you in on this, I want to let you know that it NEVER snows in Vancouver in November. For crying out loud sometimes we can go an entire winter without any of the white stuff so why it has decided to dump now is beyond me ... that is til I got the text today around 11:30 am:

Fly home today!!! Get in about midnight....

Yes, Sammie comes home today from working in the Caribbean for the past 8 months so OF COURSE it's snowing.... good luck with THAT transition.

HMMMM... so it's Monday and I would REALLY love to recap the weekend for you but that would of course require me remembering the weekend... (I do... just wish I didn't)

I have to say going to the Wedgewood Hotel on Hornby and sitting in the Piano bar Saturday night was one of the highlights. It just brought in the Christmas mood. The snow (then softly falling) helped too.... See below.. we sat behind the piano which you can sort of see on the left side.


(btw, the snow finally stopped falling sometime around 4 today.. get back to me around Thursday to ask if I still think it's 'loverly'.... side bar: yes, loverly not lovely)

SO weekend... yea! I want to say it was good and for the most part it was.. Saturday was interesting for many many many reason. None of which I can tell you unless you are prepared to pay 4.99/min. So I'm tight lipped which within the context of this paragraph could be taken the wrong way (ba doom shhh... yes, thank you.. I'm here all week... I am never above low brow humour. It's probably more accurate to say that I spend too much time 'under' it. Seriously... I could keep going... see again.. right there.. k.. I'll stop it's on the brain.)

One giant revelation told to me this weekend is that my friends have realized that they also do not have any sort of filter when they are hung over...

It's a phenomenon that I like to call The Spare Generator syndrome. Let me break this down for you. Your body just took a beating the night before (this could be both figuratively & literally). Well, it's now running on only the most necessary elements... blinking, breathing, depending the hangover... movement. Thinking usually takes a back seat and well, THE FILTERS ARE OFF... do you ever hear yourself talk the next day? Not only do you sound like a sailor but absolutely EVERYTHING is hilarious (which is also attributed to the case of the dumbs).

I just know that on any given day, I try not to swear (hard to believe I know but I figure I'm creative enough to look for other ways to get my point across... I find such terms as Ditch Pig, Pig Tits or Heinous Sack of Crap to be incredible insults to the taker.) BUT wow... I'm impressed at the amount of times I do say Fruck, or hear the words that roll off my tongue. On a good day, I speak on a 1 second delay allowing the sentence to run through my head first however, when I'm hung, it's more about a 10 second delay in the other direction... I'm pretty sure I've told jokes that I later understood.

BUT, unfortunately, it's those moments where I wish I had a camera follow me around because let me tell you.... I'm gold.