My Conundrum
So I haven't written a real blog in ages. See the problem I face is when I have time to write it means really I've been a lazy ass and I haven't been doing anything or observing enough to feel passionate about writing. I mean really, do you want to read about how I woke up, went to work, worked *can't discuss work in intimate details, although if I could I would write for hours. Came home, made dinner, went to the gym with Ker, watched C.S.I.... again, then went to bed, had some hot sex* *just seeing if you were still reading. Then did the same the next day.So what I'm saying is, if I'm not blogging it means I'm out there LIVING hehe, oh living, it's so random.
It was Kerry's birthday last Friday. I was of course... last minute Sarah on Friday at 2pm picking my staff's brains for places to go on Saturday night because the plan was I had a suprise... .haha....... surprise, I had no plan. So then Joanne got talking about a comedian that she had seen the night before who was super funny and that he was at Yuk Yuks on Saturday night too. His name was Dan Quinn... hmmmm Dan Quinn the name was so familiar.
Thus started the random spiral of events. I had met Dan Quinn a couple of years back in Vancouver when he had tried to pick my friend and I up after a concert. Nothing transpired except he got us into SkyBar in Vancouver (there's a dresscode, we were not at all dressed close the dresscode). So he was like, yeah I'm a famous comedian, I can get us in. So of course we got in, but my friend and I were like... who the hell is Dan Quinn.... He disappeared and we had a super night which is another story.
Which takes us to Saturday night. We had some wine, headed to Yuk Yuks in a taxi* *I've never taken so many cabs in my life, but honest to god we were not going to walk in the rain and insane wind, and if you know me, you know I'm cheap and I will walk to the ends of the earth and always hunt down sketchy free parking, so when I say insane frigid wind, you have to believe me.
We got our tickets and then had appetizers and appetizers galore with wine at Milestones... mmmmmmmmmm. Got back to Yuk Yuks and only seats left were right under the mic. Hehe, so fun. My face hurt so badly from laughing for 2 hours straight. I know that if I ever have a depression episode (no history thus far but who knows right?) I will go to comedy clubs to laugh my ass off until I snap out of it. Although I hear that you can't just snap out of a depression, but if I were a doctor, I would prescribe comedy clubs 3 times a week, exercise, sex, and no trans fats.
Dan Quinn was hillarious and as the night went on his jokes got dirtier to the point of targeting Ker and I for one of his last jokes which included asking me if I suck Ker's balls. Awkward blog silence.
We walked from there and in the insane frigid wind *drunk... so now my blood couldn't freeze so I could walk. We went to a tiny bar on Spadina inbetween Richmond and Adelaide called Wide Open. Ker and I had walked past it a lot when we were sober and out for city walks *which we used to do a lot of before the insane frigid winds of Toronto came out.
So we go in and love it immediately, you know when you've found your local and this is it. Unpretentious, maybe seats 20, maybe stands 50... live band, no one wearing stupid haloween costumes (I hate haloween). We ordered drinks and then ended up doing shots with a couple who recommended "harley davidson shots". Jack Daniels, Frangelico and hmm something else, I don't remember. We got talking to them, actually Ker started a heated sci-fi debate and I just remember wondering how we got to talking about the bible translated into Kling-on... god. The bar owner came in and started dancing, he knew our new friends Jennifer and JP. I went to the bathroom and when I came back they all turned, looked at me and from there it was a blur of art talk, agreements, bets and handshakes. Ker had talked me up while I was gone for 5 mins. When we walked out of that bar we had bet $100 we couldn't produce a 24 photo exhibit in 3 days... and agreed to have the art hung on Wednesday.
We laughed about it all the way home, then had hot sex* haha* you're still reading. Then woke up Sunday morning *SHIT we have an art exhibit to do. My head hurt. Long long story short, we did it. Actually a big thanks to Ker for hanging them yesterday with chains and S hooks and his mad standing on bar stool skills.
We went for drinks with our friend David later on and realized that knowing the bartender pays triple fold, and today. My head hurts.
posted by Sarah Owen @ 11:49 a.m.
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