Just registered for my last year of classes and my department made it near-impossible to organise a satisfactory schedule. If I actually took all the classes I wanted, I'd be going to school 4 days a week both semesters. Still gots to be paid, so I'm taking a few classes that I'm not really thrilled about, but that will allow me to work my regular hours.
Of course, if I suddenly won the lottery or collected a sugar daddy things might be different. Then again, registration is a bitch, so probably not. I can't even believe I have to take 8am classes in my last semester. What am I? A first-year undergrad? (I could go on at length about this particular scheduling issue. Briefly: the University is marginalising my department (a female-dominated one) by giving male-dominated faculties access to our building during rational times, like 11am to 2pm, rather than allow my department to continue to schedule classes with just a 1.5 hour break. Now I'll have a three hour break between classes in my last semester and, because there aren't many afternoon classes that are offered due to this scheduling issue, were I to take classes I want in the evening, I'd have a 7 hour break between classes.)
This past weekend I had a superb visit with my sweet friend Jill on her way back to jolly ol' England. It's been quite a while since I've seen her, but just meant we had loads to talk and giggle about.
I collected her from the airport on Friday and eventually got back to mine to drop her luggage. We had intentions to grab a drink up the street, but decided instead to finish off the big bottles in my fridge instead. (Note to self: replenish big bottle stash.)
Saturday we managed to drag our sorry asses out of bed by around 10am (I know! I was mostly asleep until 10am!) and got organised for breakfast at Slickety Jim's. Chris was in the 'hood looking at an apartment, so joined us for eats when he finished. We stumbled onto the Mt. Pleasant Festival, so wandered around Main for a while and attempted to see an Elvis Tribute Artist with Terry. After waiting an extra half hour in the sun with no obvious start time, Jill and I ditched and headed off towards False Creek South. We walked along the seawall thing (it is probably really fun to ride along and the gearless may see some action along there) and stopped for a pint of Strongbow at Stamp's Landing before continuing on to Granville Island. We wandered around and finally ended up at Go Fish for dinner; so good, and totally worth the effort. I was starting to tire from all the sun, so we caught the bus home, had a brief rest, and then headed to the Veteran's Hall for a few drinks. They've started Saturday night karaoke, so we watched for a while and had some Strongbow. (I've gotta tell you... I really appreciate all the Strongbow popping up around town.) Eventually we wandered down Main to Soma to see what they serve now (Strongbow: $5.25); it's pretty posh in comparison to the old place, but I like that it's another local watering hole within blocks of my house. After rounds of beer and picking on the smarmy barkeep who was trying to use horribly lame lines on us, we stumbled homeward, safely though surprisingly made it down the path to my door, and promptly went to sleep.
Sunday I remembered why I don't drink very much, but Jill is a persuasive comrade. (This was something I already knew, since much of my time in Superhouse involved too much consuming of various things, and Jill seemed to be around for much of it. I'm just sayin'.) We had a fatty breakfast to absorb whatever booze was still in our systems, and I headed off to work while she made plans for the afternoon. We met up after work and made our way to Chinatown for a bite. We ordered a ridiculous amount of food at Hon's (I've got leftovers for the next week) and then wandered around the Night Market a bit, though it really pales in comparison to the Richmond one. Shortly after arriving home, I sent her off in a taxi for her red-eye flight. Such a good weekend. (Thanks, Jilly!)
This week I'm pretty excited about all the stuff going on. Tomorrow I think I'm hosting poker; Wednesday I get to meet up with David Boffa (!!!) for his birthday dinner, then I'm off to CSS with Glinn; Friday is another cheesecake meeting; Saturday a birthday party; and hopefully that's it because I'll be broke by Wednesday and I can't remember off the top of my head what else there is.
At some point in the summer I remember why I love the summer so much: it always seems easier to convince people to go out and do stuff when the weather is fine. Today it's a little meh out and people are starting to resemble zombies, like their will to live is gone. But soon... soon it will be good again. And, seeing my schedule this fall, I have to get all the fun in while I can.
Currently reading :
Vancouver in Focus: The City's Built Form
By Mike Chadwick
Release date: 15 November, 2006
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