y'see, Derek is only 21, and he is living next door to one of the supervisors, Anne, a 21 year old sweety, from his/my market research job. between the two ofthem, my lifestyle has changed in quite a mad mad way!
Never mind the daily pot-pipes (which ruin me like i haven't been ruined in a number of years - so i've learnt to say No quite a bit), the first weekend they took me out, it was to a fetish party called Sin City. A bit (lot) like the old Hellfire Club back in Melbourne (for those of you who know it), really. In order to get in to this club, you have to conform to adress code like no other...suits and the usual nightclub attire is a no-no. However, leather, PVC,rubber, lingerie, uniforms/costumes and the like are the go. So......what was i going to wear?
Derek had the perfect solution. He took me to a Christian store to buy.......a Priest shirt and collar!!! He has the exact same outfit, and so it was on! Needless to say, there was copious amounts of flesh on display and folks from all walks of life/ages/sizes were there, wearing the most amazing/strange outfits. The Dungeon was quite a sight- a full-on spanking/bondage set up with dungeon-masters giving the works with whips to guys and girls who had been bad bad boys and girls and needed to be punished!
The 'e' tab i took (first one in a long long while) kicked in after a while, and i was invited to have a kissing lesson with 2 girls (i scored an 8 and a 1/2), and then hitting the dance floor i hooked up with a couple more scantily clad chickies for a bit of bump-and-grind.....nice! the Aussie accent apparently was quite a hit! But, these things must come to an end tho, and we headed home....alone.
check out the website for a little look-see!
http://www.gothic.bc.ca/event/Sin+City
my new job started the following Monday...better money ($13 per hour - as good as i can expect here), a 3-week contract as......a Receptionist! - for a Property Management company, and while i have to commute on 2 buses and a train (45minutes), it's ages better than the Market Research gig.
I mentioned before about some dramas in my time here...well, this is both very painful and very funny (in retrospect) at the same time. I'd just returned back to the apartment after house hunting after work, and emptied my pockets of all the crap that builds up in them, when Derek suggests visiting Anne next door. So we're there for about an hour, and Derek remembers he'd left something back next door...
"Tony, do you have your keys with you?"
"No, i just dumped all my stuff on the couch...don'tyou?"
"No, i thought you had them"........
we'd locked ourselves out of the apartment!
After trying everything to get in, including unscrewing the bars of the windows, we finally conceded we have to call a locksmith out. By this time, it was past Midnight, and only 1 of the 1/2-dozen companies in the Yellow Pages had 24-Hour on-call service...and would be about an hour away!
SO, while Anne went to bed, we had to sit in the hallway waiting for our locksmith to arrive and let us in.....and paid $195 ($120 call out fee, $60 service, then tax) for the 5 minutes work he did!! D'oh!! I really didn't need to be dropping nearly $100 righ tnow, that's for sure!! Oh well, that's life.
The Friday night just gone, we went out again, to see Tommy Chong....he of Cheech and Chong fame from the 80's movies, doing his comedy show 'The Marijuana-Logues' at the Orpheum Theatre down on Granville St. Of course, in order to see Tommy Chong,you need to get a little baked beforehand, and for some reason, the hit i had affected me more than even it usually did.....i was sooooooo stoned. Granville is pretty mad at night usually, with lots of people around, and bright neon lights, and late-night buskers, and vagrants, but with my perception altered a little more than usual, it was quite a sight...i loved it. Combined with the fact that Anne was hyped-to-the-max about seeing her hero in the flesh, it was hyper-reality on overload for me. I had left my camera at home by mistake tho - i would've loved to have captured that night on digi-film!! It was a mad, mad night, with two mad, mad people, but i'm loving hanging with these guys.
Vancouver has the most amazing skyline as well. The Downtown area is almost an island, surrounded on 3 sides by water (False Creek River, and Burrard Inlet), and a tiny bit of land connecting it to the mainland. In order to get anywhere in the burbs, you have to cross one of about 6 bridges, and travelling by bus across one of these bridges, especially at night is a truly sensational visual feast for the eyes! Not to mention that Vancouver has as its backdrop, not one, not two, but THREE mountain tops covered up to the snowline with evergreen forest, which makes for one of the best looking city-scapes in the world (in my humble opinion). Oh, and with the pollution levels being practically zero, when the sun is out and sky is blue (which has been quite a regular occurrence recently!), the air is so crisp and clean as if it's coming directly off the mountains not so far away!
During the week i bought a mountain-bike....surprise surprise!! $120 for a 5-month old Carrera Impulse 21-speed with front shocks, and D-Lock included!!!
I took it out for a good spin yesterday, taking a route along the harbour on one side of False Creek River, with all the rich-folks yachts in the foreground of my photos of aforementioned skyline. Then over that little spit of land to Downtown, past Scienceworld (a huge futuristic looking golf-ball shaped building)
and BC Place (sports stadium with an inverted parachute looking roof) and along the other bank of the river, out to Stanley Park following the sea-wall right around, and back to the southside of Downtown, back up thru Granville Street and home. A good 30Km, and a good 4 hours, and a good 100-odd piccies!!! What a great day!
And, to top it all off - i move into a new apartment tonight, just 15-minutes out of town in East Vancouver, with an English bloke, Ceri. Now, this place is sweet, with the backyard literally being a large-ish park with a lake, Trout Lake in the middle of it. Slightly more than i hoped to be paying for rent - $400 per month, but worth every penny. Anyway, hope that wasn't too much - i had a bit to catch up on.
talk soon,
tony
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