splendid!

my liver may already be begging for mercy, but i'm in 2005th heaven. what a week it's been! the top 3 highlights (in no particular order):

hearing a friend sing one of my all-time favourite pink floyd songs

i know kelly through friends, and i have to guiltily admit that when i first met her i was a little guarded. sporting big shiny eyes and cute blonde ringlets, the expression "cute as a button" kind of came to mind, and i don't tend to get along well with people who are cute as buttons. well thankfully she's just as fun and kick-ass as she is "cute," and last wednesday she played at the rex and i was sincerely impressed. at one point a few friends and i were headed for the frozen patio to satiate our craving for fine tobacco products when we stopped en masse beside the doors (no words needed to be spoken) and stood transfixed, staring in awe and appreciation as kelly and band performed "nobody home." it was truly mesmerizing.

and as a fun add-on to this highlight, one of the fellas i met was introduced to me as carl.
kaen: oh, with a c?
carl: [happily] yeah actually! most people guess "k."
kaen: well actually, my name's kaen - with a k, and i tend to have a fondness for k names...
carl: why'd you ask "c" then?
kaen: dunno, guess i'm used to disappointment...
all said jovially of course, giggling et al. and we had a great chat after that.

finding googly-eyed buttons for my kick-ass mitts

if i haven't already told you, i knit. and yes, i know knitting is all the rage in milan these days, but i've been knitting for about 9 years. so there! (tongue sticking out and everything.) well, from a pattern i got off the magnificent miranda, i've knitted these funky mitts - a sort of two-in-one thing with the basic part covering half the fingers, and another part to pop over that on the cold days, held on with buttons. well, on friday (which i took as a day off, due to having so little work. yes - after over a week off, i spoiled myself with a 3-day work week and a long weekend. life is hard, eh.), i perused the fabric shops at queen and bathurst and found great buttons for my mitts - two googly eyes and one felix the cat per hand. yay!

celebrating my all-time favouritest drinking buddy

despite the fact that the festivities occured in north york (eek!) i had a blast this past saturday night celebrating the stellar - i mean, truly impressive success of my good friend's cartoon. (<--that means it's a link to his site: check it out. they change the cartoon you can view every so often, and it happens to be on my favourite one right now, so don't delay!) he claims that he can remember fewer of our drunken escapades than i can, but i don't believe him. either way, it was really fabulous to hang out with an old friend who knows me, really knows me. stuff like that helps me to feel grounded. connected. human... and fine-tunes some of the stuff i'd forgotten or remembered wrong - which is always important. or at least, interesting!

i can think of few people who actually deserve success as much as him. and i have to admit that my future success will be thanks in no small way to him. as you may know, earlier last year i completed my first play ever. i'd actually started it about 2 years before that, but had sort of forgotten about it. left it for dead. and then sometime last february, i heard lance's voice in my head, from back when i'd first told him i was writing something: "finish it," he commanded. well, sexy voice reverberating through the ol' catacombs of the brain, i finally listened to his wise words, and finished it. and then another. and now another one's about to be finished. so allow me to extend big beaming thanks to lance for that. and thanks also for being able to drink as dedicatedly and death-defyingly as me (and sometimes even more!). and of course, thanks for the silly grin i sported all day sunday - it was a fun saturday night indeed!

don't be misled by the grin comment though: a day-after-a-night-out-with-lance may be paved with fun and fond memories, but it's also exceedingly slow-moving. i bailed on plans (which i'd wisely kept tentative) to go see the last day of this show at a gallery (pity), and turned down the last-minute invite to a pork roast dinner with new friends. i opted instead for the brain-deadest movies i could think of (yay barbarella, with a special nod to miranda who made the movie as special to me as it is). and... well, it's rather pathetic actually. see for breakfast i had bacon and eggs, and for supper spaghetti. two of the easiest meals in the world to make, right? except that i did take-out for both of 'em. hey - it's not my fault! blame it on lance! (grin)

so yes, 2005 continues to be very kind to me. so intensely am i feeling the positive vibe that i'm actually eating spaghetti (leftovers natch) while wearing a white sweater. tempting the fates? perhaps. but i have high hopes...