Photos of a weekend: JL Meth
Hi friends,
Just back from the best weekend possible in Vancouver. Thinking about putting some ice on my ankle, which I almost busted in my first men's league hockey game in six months or so. Tough game, but my cardio is good. A wee bit rusty, but skating is easier than walking for some of us. I'm no Theo Fleury, but I'll shake the rust off for another season soon enough. Anyways.
So what does a perfect weekend entail you ask? Always with your questions eh? You want to know so much. Right, the ingredients: Sushi, conversation, Chablis, picnics on rocks beyond the forest by the sea (afternoon sun!), more sushi (takeaway!), Cuban cigars, whisky tasting (Canadia translation: Scotch), late night cheese plates in bunker wine cellars (Salt!), meeting new friends (Faye, Langley travelers in concert queue), cousins (Scotti!), more sushi (Blue Water!), more whisky (Gastown tastings!), minimal rain, sunset views on the 23rd floor, king-sized beds with pressed sheets, snapshots, and a few nice walks around town.
Oh, and the best of all, winging out of town with a crew to see the best singer on the planet -gravely Scotch accented, beer fueled and honest lyrics- at an intimate gig with hardcore fans, cocktail waitresses, and superb sound. Hot, but intimate. Dance the night away.
Highlights from the girl in front of us on the floor. The man can sing, okay? Encore! After a few Peroni's of course. I just want you closer, is that alright? Last Request, Commodore Ballroom style:
Version A, out of focus but full.
Version B, hacked at the start, but better sound and shots.
Also: Growing up beside you, I want ta Boogie! Alloway Grove, High Hopes
Things from the papers and magazines found and shared tonight:
A, like apple - Riding bicycles in Tokyo. Often my daydream of late.
B, like Bhutan - The world's great places. 50. How many have you been to? (Only four or five for me).
C, like Camden - Mental health issues on campus.
D, like dalmatian - The auto industry. Bike lanes, healthier living, more efficient automobiles which last longer,going green, mass and rapid transit of high-efficiency - Is it really any wonder the auto industry is dying?
Share your thoughts on love, life, play, work, and wine. Share endless nights with your friends. Head out of town for the weekend. Tired and weary, battered but young, I'm off to bed.
Much Love. Your pal,
Daniel C.
Just back from the best weekend possible in Vancouver. Thinking about putting some ice on my ankle, which I almost busted in my first men's league hockey game in six months or so. Tough game, but my cardio is good. A wee bit rusty, but skating is easier than walking for some of us. I'm no Theo Fleury, but I'll shake the rust off for another season soon enough. Anyways.
So what does a perfect weekend entail you ask? Always with your questions eh? You want to know so much. Right, the ingredients: Sushi, conversation, Chablis, picnics on rocks beyond the forest by the sea (afternoon sun!), more sushi (takeaway!), Cuban cigars, whisky tasting (Canadia translation: Scotch), late night cheese plates in bunker wine cellars (Salt!), meeting new friends (Faye, Langley travelers in concert queue), cousins (Scotti!), more sushi (Blue Water!), more whisky (Gastown tastings!), minimal rain, sunset views on the 23rd floor, king-sized beds with pressed sheets, snapshots, and a few nice walks around town.
Oh, and the best of all, winging out of town with a crew to see the best singer on the planet -gravely Scotch accented, beer fueled and honest lyrics- at an intimate gig with hardcore fans, cocktail waitresses, and superb sound. Hot, but intimate. Dance the night away.
Highlights from the girl in front of us on the floor. The man can sing, okay? Encore! After a few Peroni's of course. I just want you closer, is that alright? Last Request, Commodore Ballroom style:
Version A, out of focus but full.
Version B, hacked at the start, but better sound and shots.
Also: Growing up beside you, I want ta Boogie! Alloway Grove, High Hopes
Things from the papers and magazines found and shared tonight:
A, like apple - Riding bicycles in Tokyo. Often my daydream of late.
B, like Bhutan - The world's great places. 50. How many have you been to? (Only four or five for me).
C, like Camden - Mental health issues on campus.
D, like dalmatian - The auto industry. Bike lanes, healthier living, more efficient automobiles which last longer,going green, mass and rapid transit of high-efficiency - Is it really any wonder the auto industry is dying?
Share your thoughts on love, life, play, work, and wine. Share endless nights with your friends. Head out of town for the weekend. Tired and weary, battered but young, I'm off to bed.
Much Love. Your pal,
Daniel C.
3 comments:
So Daniel, the blog is back. And your writing takes us to sun, song, sushi and scotch. Bet you didn't plan on that string of nouns! Nutini's Canadian fans don't sing as loud as those in the UK, but can hear them and it's lovely. 'Battered but young' is the best motto, and ought to be on loan to all when things are wobbly - gee, you need ankle armour for sure. Great to catch up on your return to a normal Calgary life.
Bruised and broken is how I always seem to live. Life takes getting used to everyday now, as it always has I guess, but I really never know what to expect from day to day now. I meet the craziest people, and am reporting and digging to tell a thousand great stories this fall.
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