status report: brain melting, system failure imminent
So when I arrived at the office this morning straight from the cross-country redeye feeling like I'd been dragged through the cat's ass backward, I had the lingering otherworldly-feeling recollection that only six hours before I'd been having a pleasant late-night pint of Granville Island Pale Ale with my friend Aisha in the Vancouver airport, who happened to be on the same plane as me.
Only a few hours before that, I had been wolfing spaghetti at my brother's place,* and only an hour before that, I had been floating around with my sister, sister-in-law, good friend, and 10-month-old cute-tinskilicious niece in the Takhini Hot Springs. (We didn't put the baby in the hot-hot pool, just the warm one.**)
Today is terribly painful, exhaustion-wise and brain-thinking-wise, but as my friend B says, how defeatingly sleepy I am today will be forgotten in a few days, but hanging with the ladies, kissing water-wrinkled 10-month-old feet, and getting that soaked little munchkin to giggle is stuff I can get some mileage out of for some time.
I'll get some pics up soon.
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* In Whitehorse you can arrive at the airport 20 minutes before your flight takes off, which is perfect for me - and well really - my entire family (except you, mom).
** No one wanted baby soup, although I am sure it would have been delicious.
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Not having a day off after travel is the worst. Even worse when you start traveling and end in your office chair without going home. I too did that in May.
Your pillow softly whispers your name. You'll soon float into his puffy embrace.
Banj, in that situation it's always advisable to give blood and then go out for a few drinks before dinner. Trust me, it's great.
Close, Dude.
I went out for drinks with my friend Doug and then we ended up playing drunk tennis at a paved public court a few blocks from the bar. It was a great summer night, we were both sweating. I wore a green terrycloth headband and a borrowed pair of his basketball shorts. I haven't tennised since I was 15 so the quality of play was poor, but it was fun!
Then we went and watched the latest Harry Potter where I repeatedly nearly passed out from exhaustion at the most exciting moments.
THEN I went home and felt the puffy embrace of my pillow.
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