Back to the future

Finally, my computer is fixed and I'm back a la internet. That was only half the problem though. Mr. Aliant got a nasty surprise of dead basement rat. Apparently, a rat chrewed through the cable. Nice. Luckily, Mr. Aliant took the liberty of informing me of both the stench and dimensions of the rat. Thank you for that. It didn't really bother me, I do live near the waterfront in an old building- plus I live 3 floors up.

But, check out this guy:


I was honoured to be a part of Epworth's cd release Saturday night. Epworth is the most talented mutherfucker in this city- and still so kind and humble. I love having him as part-time drummer. I'm lucky. Show of the year- the crowd and energy were amazing.

It was a busy evening. I went out to dinner with c at Curry Village. We used to go there every week. It's been a few months now. The owner always recognizes us and talks to us. He asked

My goodness, it's been so long! Where have you been??
c: Out of the country
...This of course was a complete lie.

Later, I stopped by the Hippie party in my non-hippie couture dress (by David Fielden of London-probably my most favorite find ever), met some lovely people, saw my lovely northwood terrace ladies and had my usual 'jen's going nuts and dropping the f' bomb like crazy' convo and gigglefest with dave.

By the time I made it back to the Attic I would consider myself mildly drunk. Dinner had left me a bit emo and I kept to myself. BUT I had a hilarious time hanging out with Haley. We laughed about things, *secret things*. By the time we had cracked into the free wine and it was time to hit the stage, I think it's safe to say we were very very drunk. By the time the show was over and the 'jager lady' came with free tumblers (not shots) of jager it was pretty much gameover. I called a cab to go home and then Brad called me to head to a party. I should have went home. But instead I had the fucking craziest cab ride ever including 2 drunk domers who jumped in my cab and a lunatic driver. The money they had given me to cover their fare was a ripped 10$ bill and the cabbie was flipping. Not fun. But I made it home in one piece eventually. Lately, I keep having these lessons and moments about independence- this was just another one of those. When it comes down to it, sometimes the only person to look out for you is... yourself. That's fucking deep. Not really, it's simple. But it's something that I'd forgot for awhile. There you go, stupid, thought of the day.