Day Thirty Three – Timing, It’s All about Timing

Mornings like these are the ones where you turn off the alarm, curl up in a big thick blanket, hop on the couch and watch classic movies all day with a cup of hot chocolate or tea. Which made dragging myself up out of bed, and off to work that much harder than usual. I’m not even concerned with what kind of day it was going to be, or who I was working with, just the thought that this is a day for cuddling up and being. Now it could be all the fog and the rain, or it could be just the fact that I haven’t been sleeping well, but either way work has just become a hurtle to get past so I can enjoy my day curled up and relaxing. Maybe I’ll skip the gym after work today and just curl up on the couch and read that new copy of Dracula I bought. Only thing a relaxing day like this is missing is having my Dear Heart cuddled up beside me. Soon though, oh so very soon. ^_^

Okay so I have a question for the peanut gallery.
1 – What is the expected amount of time you think someone should wait before proposing to their partner?
2 – And after that, hold much time do you think should pass between time of engagement and wedding?

Now both of these questions I’m extremely curious about hearing your opinions because I’ve always been a person that trusted his instincts and went with “when the moment’s right”. But as I’m quickly learning as I talk to people, everyone seems to have a different opinion for how long you should wait. Because frankly, that’s what it is, waiting. Once you reach a certain point in a relationship, you begin to wait for the right moment, wait for the timing to be right, wait to have the money, wait to see if it lasts, wait to see if you can live with each other, wait for the passion to settle, wait, wait and wait some more. All of which looks to me as nothing more than stalling because you don’t actually know your feelings or are scared. That’s fine, but if you are in a healthy relationship you should be able to talk to your partner about that.

One of the biggest things I’ve learned lately is how differently people look at this situation. I know married couples that met, were engaged and married all within a 6 month span, and I know couples that dated for nearly a decade before finally getting married. Both are happy as clams, and think that getting married was a wonderful choice. Now the funny thing is both couples advised that you should wait as long as they did to get married. Okay so now I have a guideline of 5 months -7years roughly. Now I understand this is a personal decision and everyone is in a different set of circumstances, but why is it then that people will disagree so ardently that the amount of time someone else takes is wrong. Sorry, wrong is the incorrect term. Usually what I’ve hear is “It’s too soon, you don’t know each other yet” or “You’ve been together forever, if you actually loved each other you would have gotten married already. You’re just too scared to move on“, or my favourite heartbreaker, “Well you might as well get married, what other choice is there?”

I’ve noticed that there is a subliminal threat that goes with the idea of a friend thinking about marriage, it’s that you also will have to get married soon. I can understand the hesitation when there’s a feeling of being forced into a situation, but truthful that is self inflicted. I think it’s irresponsible and ridiculous to contemplate marriage if for no other reason than your friends are doing it. Every relationship takes it’s own amount of time and really shouldn’t be gaged by the progress of others. I can understand that a lot of people have their opinions about marriage and the whole institution, but the effects talking about it have on people are really intriguing at times. More often than not, I’m finding the married couples are excited and think it’s a wonderful. Where as the singles, or men who have been in relationships a very long time think the idea is insane, and that if the courtship is less than a decade it’s being rushed.
But what about love? Doesn’t love factor into the equation as well? If you know and feel you truly and completely love someone, doesn’t that change the perspective of time. After all, the whole reason you wait, is to know for certain that you are indeed in love. Which means if you know that the love is true; waiting becomes an un-necessary act. So this is why I poised those two previous questions. I want to know what you think. I want to know your reasoning for the opinions you have.

Frankly in the end, unless I hear one hell of a compelling argument; I’m going to stick to my original plan, and just go with “When the timing feels right”.

Day Thirty Two – Over Caffeinated Day Dreams

There really isn’t anything like waking up to find an email from my Dear Heart waiting for me when I awaken. I just wish I could have gotten up a bit earlier and had been able to actually chat with her for a bit. But never the less it brought a great smile to my ever to tired visage. I don’t really know why, but I had a horrible sleep last night. Tossing and turning most of the night when I wasn’t just waking up for no reason. It blew in no uncertain terms. Worse part of it is that when I don’t get a good sleep I’m usually a bear at work, and a grumpy one at that. The outside world should give thanks to my Dear Hearts email because it completely turned me around and I was just sleepy all day but in a definite good mood.

Half way through the work week and I’m still standing, always good. The position I have at work is really growing on me, even if it is the dreaded day shift (okay dreaded for me). I get to work half my week in one house, and then move to the neighbouring house. I like this a lot because of the difference in work load and feel of both houses. It gives me a chance to both work my ass off, but also to socialize and take more time with some of the residents. Some of the people I work with also make it really umm… interesting. My partner today was really excited about the UFC events going on so I kept finding UFC playing on televisions around the house. Truthfully most of the resident we’re curious as to what was happening, or weren’t even in the rooms at the time. But I just had to shake my head as I went about, turning off TV’s, like following a trail of violent bread crumbs.

Requiem night tonight at Alzu’s. I always find myself feeling a mix of excitement and complete annoyance for this game. Excitement because I love running it and the stories that I’m building for the players. Annoyance for the fact that it takes so much effort and steals away one of my few nights. With discussions lately of people thinking they want to take a break from game I’m left with an ever building urge to pass down the reigns of control and also take a break. Truth be told, between my own writing I do after work each day, and all the time I’m socializing with my friends, I’m finding the need to play Requiem to have diminished. It was always just a social event for me wrapped around a creative outlet. Now I’m not really in the need for either. The time off from the Sunday game has proven to me how much fun I can have without all the needless drama that comes with the LARP. It’s sad to admit but my time back, and everything I hear from people who are, or still are attending the game just makes it sounds far too much like Junior High School to me. If you aren’t part of the popular cliché, then you’re left out, ignored or are the target of ridicule. Not to mention the bullying and out of character dramas that seem to breed in this environment all over the pursuit of imaginary power. Now before I climb too high up onto my soap box, I want to be up front and admit to having done all these things myself at one time. That’s right, I got wrapped up in every little aspect of the LARP and loved it for about 3 almost 4 years. The side effect of this is that I completely fell into the category of behaviour that I previously described. I’m just glad to have realized the effect it was having on me and grown past that. I can still enjoy the game and completely lose myself in becoming another person for a little while but I know where the boundaries are for me with what I’m willing to be part of due to the game. For a large part this is all due to my friends. When you’re neck deep in the game you see all these awesome people around you and start to think of them as friends, you talk with them, socialize with them and hang out with them in between games. But as soon as I stopped going to the games, the friends went away too. It’s disappointing because I thought in a lot of ways that I had more than just the game holding us together, but I seemed to have been wrong about that. What stood out more was when I returned to game to discover the same group of people playing, but none of the welcome back. I was an outsider now, and that’s the way it was going to stay. For the most part that really bothered me. Sure the game is a lot of fun, but most the reasons I went to play it was for the chance to hang out with people I always admired and a few I respected. I’m sad to report that wasn’t my last experience with the game, because it had nothing to do with the game itself. Matt is still running the kind of high quality game that I remember and love, but the atmosphere has changed, and I really have to think if it’s going to be worth it for me to still be part of it all. Not that going to game or not is going to stop me from writing about Carver and Raven. Characters like that don’t go down quietly, even in the background of my mind. ^_^ I guess in the end it’s just going to be a waiting game, and I’ll have to see if my Dear Heart wants to keep attending or not. In the meantime, I think I may just have to write up some details to a short Sabbat game that I can run sit down. I’ve never ran anything like that before, but I’ve had a few people ask me to give it a hand and I’m pretty sure it could work out to be fun. Or at least gory

Oh jeeze, I just had a brilliant idea for a Sabbat game…..

Day Thirty One – Smoke Signals to Nuke Random Asshats from Orbit

Just got off the phone with Melissa and I’m glad to have finally gotten a hold of her. As usual, I don’t ever plan on it being a long call, but it always turns out to being a night of the two of us chatting the night away. Usually it’s on Skype but this time is going to be expensive (dang cell phones). It’s a good thing that the cell phone battery died because we probably could have kept going all night long. It was fantastic thought to get to catch up with her, and tell her all about the wonderful things that have been happening in my life lately. Mainly about my Dear Heart and all the odd path that the two of took to being in love. I never seem to get to chat with Melissa enough, her point of view on situations and her outlook on life is so familiar and similar to my own, the big difference being the paths that we’ve both taken. I only hope to be able to help her through the future and life the way that she has helped me over the years. She joked with me that it’s her presence in my life that has caused me to fall for a Sarah. Since numerous of her friends have also found love with Sarah’s of their own. Personally I just think these people are like myself, and have good taste ^_^

In other news, I’m quickly becoming annoyed with the Camarilla and my need to be involved in it. I’m working really hard to try and make the game something fun and exciting for people to be part of, but lately it’s starting to feel like if I don’t pander to people they just bitch and whine. Tuff luck, I’m telling a story and you volunteered to be part of it. You don’t like it, or don’t like your part in it, you are completely allowed to go your own path. But remember I’m going to take care of the main group first and follow the people that want their own stories when I get the chance. I’d love it if I had all the time in the world to create a fully fleshed out and living environment that you could all play your hearts out in without me having to divert my attention but it ain’t going to happen. And frankly when we don’t have a place to play and it’s the last minute, I’m not going to get us lost trying to find the house of someone we just met and know nothing about, and try to play in their space. Especially when the majority of the players tell me that they aren’t going to be able to make game in the first place. If I didn’t care as much as I do I would have just cancelled game this week, be happy I’m at least giving you something. It’s a fucking game, the minute it feels like this is more work than it’s worth I’m walking. Because frankly people are proving it’s not worth the effort.

Sorry ,I had to get that out. I don’t like leaving things to bottle up, especially silly BS like that. There’s so much I enjoy in life and so much that I look forward to each day, it always annoys me when it get’s blotched by negativity or stupid things.

In other silly news, I think I’m starting to completely lose it. I was sitting in the Sunroom at work today on my coffee break and I found a bridal magazine on the table. Well the ever curious me, I start searching through the pages looking at all the wonderful images, sorting for ideas and inspiration. Next thing I know I’m sitting there studying wedding dresses for the cut and how they sit on the models, inspecting them and trying to think of styles that would look good on my Dear Heart. I actually had to jump up and step away from the magazine. The evil issue having completely over powered me with it’s shifty images and suggestive way. It was kind of terrifying to think that I got sucked into the whole concept and idea so easily. Sure I want to get married, and I love my Dear Heart completely, but I haven’t even proposed to her yet, so wedding dress shopping is jumping the gun. For goodness sake, I’m a guy, I shouldn’t be browsing for dress idea’s for her. Sure I want her to look her absolute best, but frankly I know she will without my two cents involved. I should be more concerned with not screwing things up before that point Stupid magazine, eating my mind and a good portion of my masculinity. Good thing I have tonnes to spare ^_^

Question for the audience time: If you could go anywhere for a Honeymoon, where would you go? (I’d prefer realistic answers, but creative ones can be included too)

Day Thirty – A Celebration of Movement

And my complete lack of being able to do so. The workouts are certainly having an effect on me, because today I can feel every muscle I’ve worked and a few I forgot that I still had. But it’s been a good morning all around with an email arriving from my Dear Heart and now I’m off to the Doctors for yet another test, fertility that is. White gold…. Okay I just creeped myself out.

So it’s much later now and I just got home from “A Celebration of Movement”. It was fantastic and I really hope all the wonderful photos and video Cliff and I took turn out. The Belladonna Infusion, an amazing local belly dancing group, was the ones to arrange and host this MS Fund raising event. The collection of dancers, martial artist and even the crowd seemed to hold a wonderful positive energy that made the event a real joy to be able to attend. The fact that I got to take care of Theoden (Sensei Mitch and Sarah’s son) for the first part of the evening just made it that more enjoyable for me. I must admit I’m a complete sucker for little kids. And Little T and I have always gotten along pretty well. Having a crowd made up of marital artists, dancers, family members and just positive people seemed to just add to the enjoyment of the evening. When the Kathy was doing her Highland Dance presentation, I really couldn’t stop thinking about my Dear Heart though.

I must confess to finding belly dancing completely entrancing. It has always fascinated me how they move their bodies and the serpentine grace that they present with what appears to be ease. Given a chance I would love to learn the male equivalent of this beautiful dance form. If not maybe I’ll get back into Salsa and Swing dancing. I lucked out tonight when I got the opportunity to win 3 months of Modern Arnis lesson’s with Sensei Mike through the silent auction for charity. I’m pretty confident that my current Sensei, Chris, won’t mind me taking these classes. So long as I start getting my butt to his classes more often as well. It may end up with me having a very long Friday night as I go from one martial arts class to another.

But I’m off to bed. I’m off to work tomorrow morning, and I have another hard day of training with Cliff right after work to look forward too. So I best get some rest. ^_^ Night everybody.

Day Twenty Nine – You’re Not Frightening When You Smile

Serious post good luck day hang over going on today. It wasn’t a bad day, but my timing was definitely off. All the little things just seeming a little off center, running late, or miscommunication of events so meet up at the wrong times, spending a lot more time than planned doing things, that sort of stuff. It really did just seem to be off. But hopefully with tomorrow the day goes about pattern the way it’s supposed to. Especially since the luck has worn off and I didn’t win the 649 draw Oh well at least I tried. Truthfully all I could think of when it came to winning money is all the people I planned on sharing it with. Big enough win and I’m totally planning on sharing the wealth.

Wonderful day of writing at Cafe Fantastico today. Since my timing was off, I decided that I might as well just get the things most important to me accomplished and let everything else just happen. So I spent a few hours in the cafe working on a letter to my Dear Heart and tooling on a few story notes. I really have to sit and focus on some of my Camarilla work tomorrow, it’s starting to back up and that’s never a good thing. I’ve let myself get a little too distracted by my missing my Dear Heart and have let some of the less urgent responsibilities slide. But that’s the advantage to it all just being a game, nothing will explode and the world won’t come to an end because I took some time answering emails. It’s just hard sometimes when you’re feeling creative, to spend time working on something that isn’t your initial project.

Another productive and gruelling work out day with Cliff today. For as much as it hurts me at times to work out with him, I love every minute of it, because he makes it fun and is all about just doing the best you can. No pressure just encouragement to get past what you think you can do. An attitude like that will make him a great dad someday because even now I find myself wanting to work harder at it just so I can see what he has in store for me next. I feel the core work out day, it’s probably my weakest section and I know the kinds of exercises I’m going to have to endure. But it’s out there and sooner or later we’re going to encounter it. It’s all good though since at this pace I’m going to start looking wonderful, and probably be pretty ripped in 6 months time. And if Rui keeps his promise we’ll be both back in karate come September so that’s only going to help with the workouts, and vice versa. ^_^ Dear Heart, you’s going to have yourself one sexy man.

Tomorrow should prove to be a pretty interesting day. I have my fertility test in the morning to make sure my condition hasn’t just neutered me outright, and later that evening I have the Celebration of Movement to check out. It should be pretty awesome and I’ve been looking forwards to this for quite some time. Since I won two tickets I’ve invited Cliff to join me, and I’ve been making a point of telling everyone I know about it, seeing how many others I might be able to rope into coming as well. The idea of a night of watching dancers, and martial artists do their thing just sounds like a great event to me. Not to mention wonderful motivation for those gruelling work outs I previously mentioned. I’ll have to remember to take my camera with me, and if I’m not to start struck by the show take a few pictures for the daily picture.

On a side note, I just want to say a quick hello to the two people that have recently told me that they’re reading these notes on my life. Hi Shannon and Adam ^_^ I hope you’re enjoying yourselves. I usually leave a small not to my Dear Heart here, but since I have others reading as well I thought I might as well include them in the daily love too ^_^ Feel free to start leaving comments ya bums

Day Twenty Eight – Chicken Wings and Other things

Ha ha, it’s after midnight so I might as well start this post. Currently sitting in Alzu’s hanging out with Shannon, Steve, Cliff, and Jody. Jody had a hankering for a wings night and the rest agreed. For the most part late night coffee is my drug of choice, but that’s only because I want to stay up and get a little more writing done. So far though it’s been a great night of socializing and telling odd stories to one another. Covering everything from bad old navy stories to Batman & Spiderman comics to Kevin Smith movies. Nothing like random people coming by to make Clerics quotes. Okay so we’re silly people but we have a great time being that way.

So it’s about 18 hours later and I’m finally getting a chance to work on the blog, where I left off. It has been one hell of a day and I can only hope to have more like it. From the moment I woke up the day seemed to work in my favour, starting with finding a lovely email from my Dear Heart. Since then I’ve had nothing but focus and good luck to work with, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.

Let’s look at the role call of good events that occurred today:

• Got the roommates computer hooked up to the internet again (wired)
• Went to the Doctors office which was packed with people waiting and when the doctor came in he just called me back to the exam room no waiting. Got all the questions I wanted to ask covered, and all the things I needed in record time. Plus found out the results of my genetic profile examination. I am 100% male, which supposedly is not that common, plus I have no genetic predispositions or am a carrier to any genetic disorders. Which means if I do have kids, I’m not passing anything bad down the line to them.
• Great work out with Cliff (friend and new personal trainer) and massage right afterwards
• Randomly on the first try opened a combination lock without knowing any of the numbers,
• Found a scratch ticket on the ground outside of Shannon’s that won me money.
• Bought another scratch ticket and a 649 with the won money, scratch ticket won money, so even and we’ll see if the 649 comes through for me.
• Won two tickets to the Celebration of Movement MS Fundraiser that’s happening Thursday night. I was planning on going to it anyways, so now I’m really excited.

So as you can see I’m doing not too bad today. But now that it’s getting late I’m starting to feel its magical good luck effect wearing off on me and the world resuming its normal scheduled program. :p

I still have a ton of work to get ready for my Dear Hearts return to Canada and her move in, but so far it’s already coming together nicely. I’m plotting out the house and finally getting rid of so much of the useless materials and junk that seems to have stacked up in here over the two years we’ve lived here. I’ve also cut back on the reading materials. Yep I’m talking about the comic book collection. I’ve cut down and I’m working on getting all the way to none at all. It’s going to take me some work, I have been reading these dang things since grade 9, but it’s time to start moving on. I’ll probably still collect the random trade paperback , but the weekly fix is coming to an end. *shrugs* This adult stuff is going to take some getting used to. But I’ve got some pretty good inspiration to lead me into the future.

Speaking of which, the Vancouver plan is a go. *evil laughter of victory*

Day Twenty Seven – Observe and Report… mmm blueberries

Men, they never do change. The perfect example of this is when I’m helping a resident today who’s practically comatose, barely responsive to the world around him. But every time he farts, or hears a fart noise he laughs. It was great, and showed just how much life he still has hidden within him. And in the end, men are just boys, and boys love a good fart joke.

Oh boy, it’s my Friday, and it couldn’t have come quick enough. ^_^ I’m not saying I don’t like my work, but with all this beautiful weather and the late nights with friends I’ve been enjoying I need a chance to sleep in. Heck the chance to just relax for a little while and enjoy myself seems stellar. I’ve got a lot of Conan I can mess with, a new download on Fallout to check out, and a ton of writing to do. So there is no lack of things I could be doing for fun. Or more productive yet, the things I could be doing for getting the apartment back together. Like fixing Rui’s computer and getting it set up to the internet, moving around the rest of the furniture about, and making room for my Dear Heart’s stuff. Oh yes I did it, I convinced Rui into letting my Dear Heart move in for September. Call it bribery, strong arming, extortion, whatever title you may want to use (most likely true) I got the task accomplished and I can’t be happier. Getting to live with one of my best friends and my love, this is the stuff sitcoms are made of. But truthfully I’m confident it will be great and that it will all work out. Otherwise I’d be coming up with a different plan. No point in putting in that much work and hope for a plan that doesn’t have any chance at success. Some days I really do feel like an evil lawyer, or villain, but I think that’s just because of the outfits they get. Better go put the leather and spandex away…

Work today was actually amazingly focused and organized, which meant I got time to actually socialize with the residents and my partner. When things are just hard work and rushing about trying to keep up with the schedule they give us, the job is actually quite fun. I’m just liking the fact that in six months time I’m going to be finally getting benefits and all that stuff. Makes me feel a bit like an adult all of a sudden One of the other great benefits of the day was the big BC Day party that was happening out on the front lawn of St. Ann’s Academy. They had all kinds of little booths and venders set up, choirs, bands, the Oak Bay High school Jazz group, and even Ken Levine (famous tenor) singing and entertaining the crown. It was all pretty cool, and I totally took advantage of a coffee break to run over and check it out. With a beautiful day like this, it was hard for me to go back to work afterwards. Also while I was organizing some of the books in the Sun room at work I found a wonderful picture book of the British Isles. I couldn’t help but get a resident interested in looking at it. Any excuse to get a chance to look for some of the wonderful places my Dear Heart has been visiting. The missing her part of my day (every other second) really hasn’t gotten any better, but I just think about how close we are to being back together again. 14 more days, ^_^ I can do 14 days.

Day Twenty Six – Sunday’s Slave

A day with far too much awake, and far too little relaxation. I got a little carried away last night hanging out with the gang and didn’t get home and to bed until 0300am. Now this wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if I had today off, but I didn’t and was up at 0530am getting ready for work. My body was screaming at me that I had made a mistake being awake at that time and kept trying to shut me down. It was an odd collection of sensations as I swung from wide awake and full of life, to suddenly very unfocused and nearly asleep. Not a good way to start a new house at work. Not only did I have to learn all of the residents for the first time, but my partner had overslept and was running late. This is the odd way my life seems to work, but as always it balanced out. I suddenly got a burst of energy and focus, and became master of my domain. It actually was pretty great, figured out a pattern and was everywhere I needed to be when I needed to be there. I really do need more days like that (but I’m not going to stay up late to try and test my luck). Here’s hoping tomorrow goes as smoothly as today did.

So Mik and Angela are heading back to Vancouver today. We got a chance with Steve to hang out for a little bit after I got off work and wondered around the Mayfair Mall for a while waiting for Shannon to get off work. I’ve really got to say I love how these two are as a couple, and I really hope they get motivated to move over to island someday. I think my Dear Heart would really enjoy hanging out with the two of them and I think they’d be one of those great couples that you just enjoy having in your life. They also gave me lots of great advice for when it comes to all the little things that come with proposing and marriage. It’s kind of nice to have a group of friends who have gone through a similar set of circumstances. Now I’ve just got to remember to put the work in to keep them up to date with the situation. I really am terrible with most correspondence.

One of the odd side effects of the lack of sleep today proved to be quite enjoyable. Being always on the verge of sleep seems to have completely removed the wall from between my conscious brain and my creativity. The ideas and notes for stories were coming with little to no effort and the images were clearer then they have been in quite some time. Maybe tomorrow after work I’ll squirrel myself away someplace and just write for a few hours and see what comes of it. But so far I’m really pleased with the quality of the notes and the fact that the images have all come to me and stayed. Now I just need to be able to write to the level of quality that these ideas deserve. If I get the chance I may need to sketch the key images from the plots just to keep the ideas vivid. I made a point of writing down the songs that helped make the ideas flourish while I was writing the notes. I really do love the effect music has always had on me. If it’s something I like it can be quite intoxicating for me, at times practically taking me away from my conscious world and just letting me explore my own imagination. I really do love that feeling, I just need to find a better way to transfer the images I get from the experiences.

I really miss my Dear Heart today. I’ve missed her a lot lately, but it has been tolerable because I’ve had friends that have encouraged me to talk about her and have kept me busy. It has been very cathartic for me, but at the same time saddening. I’ve missed her the entire time she’s been gone, and it’s never been easy, but lately it has almost felt like there’s a vacuum of space inside me. With her so far from my arms, I can still feel her love, but I also most definitely feel her absence. I look around life lately and just see how much I need to change and prepare for the life ahead of me. I know it’s going to take a lot of work and some of it may not be that enjoyable, but it will all be worth it. I’m 100% confident about that. Now to just make sure I don’t get too carried away in the mean time. Truth be told, there was one day there that my Dear Heart was feeling very sick in the morning while staying with her friend Madeline in Dublin. She was telling me about how she was feeling faint earlier the day before, and now she was vomiting in the morning, and all I could think of was “oh god she’s pregnant”. The thing was, I wasn’t scared of that being true. The idea was quite a happy one for me, I just hoped my Dear Heart was okay. Now I’m pretty sure she’s not actually pregnant, it is one of those things people tend to notice, but it was still a nice though. I think this was the first time in my life that I thought about children and didn’t immediately go “oh god I can’t afford that” or some other stress come running to my mind. Nope, just the happiness of knowing that if she was, than I would be having a child with the most wonderful woman in my life. My Dear Heart, my love. Someday that moment will arrive, so I’m really not worried about it, and certainly don’t see any reason to rush it. It’s just good to know as that though runs rampant on my imagination, all I could think of was how much I loved my Dear Heart.

I love you, forever and a day.

Day Twenty Five – Conversational Sushi

Its always an enjoyable night when you get to have a good meal, and an even better conversation with friend. Mik and Angie are still in town, so we all met up after I got off work today and went out to Azuma Sushi for dinner. As always the food was wonderful and it was a great place to sit and chat. I got the opportunity to have a wonderful long chat with Angie about how things went for her and Mik regarding their engagement, wedding and all the family stuff. At times the similarities I hear in their story and my own situation is very amusing. The great thing is that I’m sure things will work out as wonderfully for me as they did for them. I know that no matter what ends up happening between now and the future, I’m going to have a wonderful life with my Dear Heart by my side.

After what was an enjoyable but hard day at work today I decided I should let my mind wander for a bit and just enjoy the day. Walking around downtown I did a little window shopping and just enjoyed some of the music that was occurring in Centennial Square. It’s the Electronic music festival right now, so they have a great line up of DJ’s and musicians playing pretty much all week-end long. It’s a great touch to the day as I move through the downtown core onto my new mission. I should look at rings and get some ideas of what’s out there. I must admit to having a wonderful time with this endeavour, if for no other reason that I love doing shopping like this and the ideas that I get from all beauty and potential that comes with such tokens of love. Even though the prices of a few of these items is WAY beyond what I could afford, we’re talking down payment on a house kind of money, they are still lovely to look at. I’m a complete sucker to the marketing device that the diamond companies burn into us at a young age, you can’t help but look at all the sparkling diamonds and shiny rings that fill the Jewellers case. I know it’s all about the lighting and the psychological marketing that says, “the big and more pure the diamond, the more you prove your love to her”. This is why I really love my Dear Heart for telling me she doesn’t like diamonds. It gives me the opportunity to think outside the box and buy a unique and wonderful ring. Something that is personal, and perfect for her.

Fear the Blue Wang!

Oh that’s right, we’re all watching the special edition Watchmen blue-ray and playing that, take a drink when you spot Dr. Manhattan’s wang game. Truthfully when you’re waiting for it and have been hyping it up all evening, it’s kind of disappointing how little his cock is actually shown. It must have been the fact that when we first saw it was in the theatre and it was about a 6 foot tall cock, that really made it stick in the minds of everyone. Or maybe people are just stuck on the idea of cock far more then they truthfully like to admit. Because truthfully, everybody wants the cock Well except lesbians. ^_^

Day Twenty Four – Lesbian Vampire Killers Feast

Have a Guinness in me and some great friends visiting from Vancouver tonight. Pizza, hooch, and good friends. I must say this is a great way to end what was a long day. Steve, Shannon, Mik Mac and his lovely wife Angela all join me in this fun. So bring on the food and fun and refreshments. Now that we’re all good and silly, the tasty booze filling our bellies it’s time for us to get on with the main event, Lesbian Vampire Killers. Sure it may be silly, crude and at times just plain dumb, but dang it if it’s not fun and just right for us hanging out. It’s like a watered down “Shawn of the Dead” with more tits and ass, but it’s the slap stick kind of nudity.

Tonight’s conversations have been quite thoroughly revolving around the idea of me getting married. Mik and Angela swear by it being the greatest of idea’s, and are really excited. They have been listening in on the movements of my life lately, hearing about how I’ve fallen in love with my Dear Heart and the rumours about my upcoming proposal to her. It was great that the first thing they said to me is “Congratulations, tell us all about her.” Followed quickly by “This is the best decision you’ll ever make”. See Mik and Angie have been married for about a year now, having met, fallen passionately in love and never looked back. They are a great and loving couple and after listening to me describe my Dear Heart they cheered me on with full passion. Tis great to know that you have your friends support, and that they are happy for you.

So Rui and Jen leave for Kelowna tomorrow morning. A week of camping in the great smoky outdoors. They’ve been planning this trip for a long time now and are both really excited to be out in the wilderness. They’re staying in a cabin that has no power, but is supposed to be really nice. I’d love to do that sometime with my lady love, but for now I’m working on different plans. One of which is the possibility of me picking her up from the airport in Vancouver. But we’ll see if I can get all the plans in place. ^_^ For now I go back to the group to join them in watching Feast. Such a silly gorey night, and yet I still can’t get my Dear Heart off my mind.