Confident in the belief that my recent string of rotten luck was well behind me (see last few issues – editor), I began yesterday with a positive outlook. Things were about to get a whole better! My regular repair guy would be contacting me about fixing my ceiling, I was catching a matinee with my buddy Ivon, I was having dinner with our friends Steve and Jodi (and daughter Gemma), and, best of all, my writing partner and I had a conference call scheduled for the end of the week that would finalize some outstanding issues and have us one giant step closer to a series commitment!
Unfortunately, things did not quite go as planned. Or hoped anyway.
First off all, my repair guy didn’t get back to me. Not a big deal, I suppose. He could be busy or out of town. I’ll give him until next week and then try someone else.
Ivon and I caught an afternoon showing of Fruitvale Station, the well-reviewed movie about the shooting of an unarmed young man by a Bay Area Rapid Transit officer on January 1, 2009. In a word: meh. A middling effort all around. Average performances, uneven direction, and a pat script that doesn’t offer much in the way of subtlety or depth. I left the theater feeling like I’d just sat through a t.v. movie of the week.
On the bright side, I was treated to 20 seconds of hilarity after the movie when a wasp took an interest in Ivon. His subsequent freak-out was reminiscent of that time a bee chased my then 12 year old sister for a full block.
For dinner, we headed over to Granville Island to check out the menu at the hilariously misnamed Edible Vancouver (henceforth to be referred to as, take your choice: Inedible Vancouver or, if you’re feeling kind, Barely Edible Vancouver). The company was great but the food! I felt like I was a contestant on a local version of the reality series Dinner Party Wars. Think I’m being too harsh? Check out the overenthusiastic plating of my main course:
We did finish the meal with a variety of home made donuts that, while perfectly fine, weren’t particularly distinct in flavor.
Did I mention the company was great?
Well, at least there was that conference call this morning that finally settled…Oh, wait. That’s right. There WAS no conference call this morning. It was rescheduled to Monday.