Currylingus

I have been far too morose to write an entire birthday post about how happy I am to be alive and gorgeous...more gorgeous than alive...and that ain't saying much. Le Sigh.

Regardless of surrounding circumstance, my special day was kickass. I like to do big birthdays where I drag my friends to places we haven't done together before. Do things that will be remembered for some time to come. Last year we ate too much and rented a karaoke place with sexy leather couches and a couple of disco balls in Little Korea. This was immensely fun. I spent two days organizing and calling people.

I wanted to do the exact same this year but no one ever wants to fucking go karaoke. Figured the birthday excuse would work. It didn't. So I said screw it, I'll pick a place for dinner and we'll rage blindly into the night from there. I had my heart set on going to Dhaba on King West, which I have not been to as yet. Friday comes around, I'm looking to make reservations and I get stuck at work because of a TORNADO WARNING. My phone stops working, I can't call anyone to confirm anything. The restaurant's phone goes completely out of service. It takes me two hours to get home. I can't call any of my brothers to wish them on Raksha Bandhan, the lights are out.

...what conspired later that night is between myself, Rajbo, and the neighbours...

The next day I wake up extremely late, miss calls because my phone is still blowing chunks. Dhaba is not happening. I'm starting to think I should just call everything off. Then Darth tells me to buck the fuck up and drink a shot of Te-Kill-Ya and all is suddenly well with the world. I call everyone, tell them of a new plan that begins with going to Prince's pad and ends at who-knows-what. I take the metro down and drink sake out of my water-bottle on the way.

I call Costa to confirm and he answers with a "Oh, thanks for CALLING", he does this on the same day that my mother gave birth to me 25 years ago. But I quickly forgive him for keeping his time with me short. The reason involves an illicit affair, a crazy girl, a broken-hearted roommate, a born-again homeless dude, and numerous lives in limbo. How could I not forgive...

The night then went on to nothing but trouble, I tells ya. Prince was in his formal attire and spinning many a comfortable favourite of mine on his ratty-ass speakers. Seera, I'm so holy glad you came! With Steve, who has really grown into a fine young man. Hunner the rock star also showed up, Prince promised him some beer, I don't really know him much. The last time I saw him I was openly letching after his Woah-Man! Highly embarrassing.

Someone suggested someplace. Then we ended up going to ZANZIBAR. I'll give you two zerberts if you can tell what type of establishment that is without clicking the link. The booze was expensive, the chicks were not as acrobatic as I would have preferred, the tunes were awful. But I had a wicked time. The outing has inspired some of us to look towards classier shores, For Your Eyes Only here we come!

Sunday was the one of the worst piece-of-shit days I have had this year. I will never forget it and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to remember it as I lived it and revel in the violence of wanting to beat the pupetrator(s) with a stupid-stick over and over.

Monday wasn't looking much better until I discovered that the Beluga tank at the Vancouver aquarium HAS A WEBCAM. And it's a damn good one too, I've been viewing my large pets constantly since Monday, I have grown quite fond of them. Sometimes one will come up to the cam and give it a nuzzle, I think I'm in love.