I’m never leaving home again

I just got back from a trip to Victoria. It sucked. It was a rainy day that wasn’t good for doing much outside at home so I thought I’d make the best of it and head to Victoria to take care of five errands I had gradually accumulated.

Alas, memory is short, and I had forgotten just how godawful and downright tedious driving in Victoria is. It’s fucking gridlock from Mackenzie all the way to Dallas Road. Plus, I neglected to consider that we are only a week away from Christmas, and every other jerk like me was out there, madly dashing about trying to find gifts before zero hour arrives (only one of my errands was picking up a gift but that still makes me one of the hoard).

I could have been ok with the traffic if my errands had gone smoothly, but they didn’t. One by one, they each went progressively worse than the last. On the first one, I accidentally drove past my destination and wound up driving several extra kilometers on a bunch of stupid one-way streets, doing numerous U-turns before I finally got it right. Not terrible, but annoying, for sure.

On the second errand, I had to park three blocks away from the Dutch Bakery and hoof it there through torrential rains and hurricane winds. I forgot both my reusable shopping bag and to put money in the parking meter so I turned back, prolonging my time in this soggy hell. As I walked hurriedly, the top of my umbrella bashed the low-hanging awning of a shop and it in turn bashed my glasses into my face. I played it cool because I was in public but I was secretly murderous. Then the debit machine at the bakery had a tipping option and I gave a 15% tip solely because the girl who served me was attractive, and I hated myself for doing it. I wish all servers were hideous old people so that I never felt this yearning to appease attractive people. It’s fucking absurd but it’s a tough bastard to shake. I think that’s a blog post in itself.

Then I went to The Turntable in Fantan Alley. I was looking for a particular disco compilation record called Don’t Walk, Boogie.

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This is an unreal disco compilation, and the genesis for my love of disco music.

They didn’t have it. This errand really wasn’t so bad because the owner of the shop was quite determined to eventually find it for me in his never-ending record hunting, and I happily hung out and chatted music with him and a few other guys there for a bit. I love that shop, and Fantan Alley in general. Such great vibes there. But keeping in the theme of this post, I did not find what I was looking for so this mission was a complete failure.

Next, I went to Chinatown to find kitchen chair cushions made of straw-like material, like this:

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Or this:

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I went to numerous shops but none had anything close to what I was looking for. A kind woman overheard me and suggested I try Capital Iron. I did, and they didn’t have shit either. I was really hoping to avoid buying these things online, waiting months for them to actually show up, and then only to find they don’t fit on our chairs or are only 1/4″ thick and hard as rocks, but I guess that’s the route I must now go.

Then I went to buy a vintage home stereo amp from a guy. His ad said “works well, clean condition,” but when I showed up he casually mentioned that the lights on it didn’t work, and would be a real nightmare to replace (he did some work on the stereo but didn’t bother with the lights because they were too much of a pain to access even when he had it all apart). Well, shit. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him that I wanted the fucking lights to work but when I told him I was going to pass on it, he gave me that bitchy, passive aggressive, “no, no, sure, yeah, no problem, yup, nope” response, ie thanks for wasting my precious time here, now I’ve missed 10 minutes of Duck Dynasty for nothing. He’s not the one who drove all the way to fucking Victoria to fight traffic and get fucked around and disappointed by every jackoff he dealt with so I don’t know why he was so upset.

Then I fought traffic through the pouring rain all the way home. That was my trip to Victoria today.

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happiest in desolation

i continue to accumulate wonderful summer experiences.

last night i went to liz’s bbq and met some of her pals. after dinner, we walked a little path along the water and it was beautiful, an instantly classic, warm memory. it was a lovely time spent with smart, funny, charming people in a lovely place. afterward i drove genevieve home and finally saw her place in chinatown. from the moment we got out of the car i was enamoured, and the feeling continued growing as she showed me the building and her place. the views from her windows of fantan alley, the roofs of neighbouring buildings, and the empty street at night were absolutely mesmerizing to me. all i wanted to do was spend a night sitting by those windows with a bass in my hands, writing music.

this morning i was emailing bill about it when i realized why i think i liked it so much. the street and alley were almost completely empty, yet there was traditional chinese music playing loudly from somewhere, and all the cool old stores on the street were glowing with neon signs. it was like the place had been bustling and then everyone had suddenly disappeared, leaving the lights and music on, like a ghost town or some kind of post-plague/apocalypse scene. it was eerie and hauntingly beautiful. if it was like that all the time, i would absolutely adore living there.

this is where i was last night.

while working out this morning, i was thinking more about why i’m having such a good time this summer. i think part of it can be attributed to the fact that in the last few years, i have had too many projects lined up, the most notable being the constant chain of project vehicles i have taken on. i love working on them but there comes a point when they feel like more of a burden, something i simply need to get done, rather than a fun hobby. since i sold the last project tercel, i have had way more time for everything else i want to do, and with far less feelings of guilt that i should be home being more productive, catching up on bullshit. it feels really good to be so much more free. i will try to keep this in mind when i come across the next potential project vehicle.