there's mountains up the back there, but hidden by cloud.
some sort of catchup is in order. VTA has left me for the green pastures of eastern canada, but vancouver did its work on her, so we'll meet again soon. we spent her last week drinking a lot, if i remember rightly. she met most of my friend-types - lucky her!
VTA left me with a wonderful legacy - half the pair of trousers i have been lusting after for months. so cool! i went and bought the other half immediately, wore them constantly for three days and got many compliments. you can't see in this pic, but there's a funky pocket/fastening on the side there with matching material in. (i was planning to crop the photo, but i think it's entertaining to have the context. my room is much cleaner now, and not festooned with dirty hankies.) lubs on new dacs!
VTA also got me all reved up about the upcoming election - howard's goin' down! i must organise my postal vote so i can be part of this historic moment. i was threatening an election party (for those ppl here nice enough to pretend they care, like winifred) but VTA pointed out that it'd be decided at 3am local time. . . pray for rain, indeed!
the day before VTA left eleanor arrived and plunged us all into chaos for a week. (i had a request to go back to the nicknames, silly as they are.) we had potlucks and dinners and drinkies and coffees and parties. then, with one last burst of "save a horse, ride a cowboy," she left again, for good this time. i cried, winifred cried, even p, our punkrocker friend, cried, which was unexpected. i have decided the human condition is dumb.
we have been inundated with parents, siblings and cousins, mostly cos of the recent graduation ceremonies. other people's families are fascinating. now they've all left (with one persistent exception) and my friends have scattered themselves around north america for the next week or so: portland, alaska, seattle, nanimo, edmonton, the sunshine coast. . .
that's about it in social news, catching-up news. i'll tell you about my academic stuff next time. lots of good books happening.
i will leave you with the wise words of carrie underwood, whose tune "before he cheats" i heard three times a day while eleanor was here (youtube the vid - v. entertaining). it's so meaningful it hurts.
right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach blonde tramp and she's probably getting frisky
right now he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey
right now he's probably up behind her with a pool stick, showing her how to shoot a combo
and he don't know
that i dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive
carved my name into his leather seats
i took a louisville slugger to both headlights
slashed a hole in all four tyres
maybe next time he'll think before he cheats