...blender

Lots of people on my blog list had interesting updates today! Fuzzyland and Jaredism and Reen and Bumblefly and Geekgirl all had interesting posts. My turn to think of something to write about...

Last night I ran straight from work to view a place for rent near Trout Lake. 60 people had called the guy but persistance paid off and I was the first to see it. I took it on the spot and the landlord, a 40-something year old artist-photographer, and I, talked for a good hour about art and travelling and his need for space. It was a nice sort of intuitive thing. He said I'd be a perfect fit there and seemed as delighted as I was. He spends most of his time in the Okanagon and will be building a studio there. The house is a 1920's heritage home that he spent 18 years slowly remodelling. The interior, formerly dark brown, is now bright white, minimalist, yet funky. I will be sharing the house with two girls mainly, whom I haven't met.. but I am pretty sure I will get along fine with them. The one who lives on my level is a former hotel manager going back to school, apparently.

I came home and C. asked me to come to Cuppa Joe to see his friend play the violin. I hadn't had dinner. Suddenly R. messaged me saying:

"oh btw... did u look in the bag you threw out my blender in? I think you may not have removed my cartons of almond milk. They are missing "

Backtrack a few days ago at R's place. I had come over unnanounced so he had taken off to workout and left me some veggies to chop for dinner. I chopped them but shattered his blender. I cleaned up the glass and put them in a small bag on the ground that looked like garbage. I had also opened a .rtf file with my name on it in his documents to see what conversation of ours he'd saved.. it was just a boring one about rape I knew he'd saved. Then I opened the one below it, and above it. The one below was another boring chat. The one above answered the question I've always wanted to know about why he suddenly lost interest in me after we started dating. I already suspected this was the case and he had hinted at it, but this just laid it out on concrete. He has only been smitten by one girl in his life. She won't have him, and he compares all girls to her. Nobody measures up. Ironically and to my astonishment I had actually cried about that a week earlier. Not in a 'he doesn't like me ..waa' way. But because it is so frustrating to see him want someone so badly, to know he actually cried about her and to know he will never get her. To see so many 'love chains' where person A is infatuated with person B but person B has no interest in anyone but person C.. and so on. Anyway, I was feeling doubly guilty for snooping and breaking his blender.. and then he messaged me to say I also trashed his special almond milk which he had bought because he suspects he's allergic to soy and cow's milk. I'm so terrible.

So I asked C. last minute to drive me to Capers to get R. almond milk replacements. I wished to right at least one wrong and he wanted it right then, so I thought it'd be a good idea to show up at his door with a surprise milk drop-off. This took 1 hour as traffic was packed on Robson. I could run faster than the car was driving so I jumped out of the car as C accelerated, bruising my hip, and sprinted from Burrard down to Denman. The milk was delivered and we raced off late to the violin gig. Now I owed C bigtime for missing his crush's (who doesn't return said feelings...see above) birthday gig. "You can make up the punishment for me" I said.

So he forced me to stay out all night clubbing and made me drink copious amounts of Jager. No ice allowed. At 3:30 am he drove tauntingly past my house in east van... (I had thought he was going to drop me off there) and then CONTINUED THE FUCK TO TSAWASSEN!! Just to play around. I had to wake up for work in 3 hours and I was going to Tsawassen. I slept there for an hour and then he drove me back to Vancouver, which he later admitted was kind of pointless. I was kind of annoyed but I couldn't compain because I did owe him.

Two Tylenols helped me get to work but I fell on my ass walking there and skinned my palms. I still owe R. sushi for the blender I broke (his suggestion, as he wants to upgrade his former antique to a $100 state of the art one). I think my debts to R and C are pretty much repaid now. How do I always dig myself into such holes??!!