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Tonight Detroit comes to Winnipeg
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which is amazing to say the least, because Movement is a MASSIF festival which will blow your mind should you go, which I haven't but Alex-lee has and he says it will change your life so, go.
but if you can't, and you're in Winnipeg, which I am, come to this show
I'll be there, dancing my face off and live tweeting the event and taking photos of our lovely MEME fans the whole night.
there's seriously no cooler place to be tonight, ffs.
Hip Hop Sunday # 38 Beastie Boys - Sabotage
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it's only fitting
RIP Adam Yauch, you fine bastard
hope you had a good Hip Hop Sunday
Winnipeg Wine Festival Friday Night
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the Winnipeg Wine Festival is one of the highlights of my social calendar year because I get to dress up with my friends and go drink wine I couldn't otherwise afford and nibble at bread and wear heels for too many hours and share a lovely evening with people I love.
Tyrone brought out his special Professor Plum look for the occasion and I wore a navy dress covered in gold lace which didn't look nearly as much like a giant doily as I had originally anticipated so I knew we were off to a good start. it took me over an hour to curl my hair like that so I hope you guys who saw me appreciated the tremendous effort it took, particularly after I had to bike home in terrible wind and was in rough shape when I got home. I clean up for you.
the first vineyard we tried wasn't very good but they gave us stickers which we proceeded to try and pawn off on each other because in truth none of us hearted the wine that much, to be honest. instead we fell in love with Australian mead and rose port and splurged on a delicious antipasto tray halfway through (though next time we're going to be wily and cheap like the ladies we saw, and bring cubes of cheese in ziplock bags... maybe).
4sq told me early on that Rebecca Horan aka Fashion Flirt was also present and we spent most of the evening trying to find one another without totally abandoning our groups and eventually met up (near the port table, of course) IRL for the first time. When Winnipeg Bloggers Collide, woah! And btw yes she's just as lovely face to face as her photos make her seem. Yowza.
eventually we made it home where more wine, port and a couple'a pizzuh's were consumed before Tyrone got sleepy and I had to "kick everyone out" as Jason put it so we could go to bed in time to ride these bad boys to brunch:
which was had at The Falafel Place with lovely friends in a fansastic corner booth where we talked about internet startups, nail polish, The Weakerthans, durans, stinky fish, cross-dressing, pig's ears and lots of other stuff while I inhaled this plate of heavenly hangover food:
when I was little I had a different dream job
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I didn't want to be a Communicating Person or Social Media Queen or Community Manager or a Blogger or a Social Media Coordinator or anything else like that
I wanted to be a golfing farmer.
I basically grew up on Kildonan golf course and obviously was into golfing when I was younger, which was somewhat spoiled by the fact that when I was 10 years old my dad took my two younger brothers and I golfing and my middle brother hit me in the stomach with his club by accident and I got very sick and threw up all night
we had had chicken wings for dinner that night and for nearly a decade I couldn't eat chicken wings because the taste reminded me of throwing up
and I also stopped golfing.
it's funny how that works, my dad says, that teenage kids get 'too cool' to golf and then once everyone graduates highschool and starts to actually grow up and stop being 'too cool' for everything, golf becomes something that a lot of people get into.
but not me.
I'm not sure why, maybe it was the golfclub to the stomach incident which was lingering with me or the fear that I'd be terrible or laziness or a combination of all three but I found out that my work does an annual golf trip every summer and decided there was no time like the present to start hitting the fairways
(at least I remember the terminology)
so this evening I spent some quality time with my amazing dad and he took me out to one of the public 9-hole courses, Crescent Drive, to go whack some balls around and see if I was still any good
which it turns out I am.
after flailing about on the first two holes we caught up to a group of teenage guys who my dad dubbed the "weekend warriors" who clearly had seen me sucking on the previous holes and decided to be 'gentlemen' and let us play through them because obviously they wanted to see how badly I would do because, honestly, I was doing pretty badly. so I lined up and pushed my hair out of my face and kept my eye on the ball and whacked that sucker over 150 yards.
OH. YEAH.
turns out I don't totally suck at golfing, after all.
This post is for Mr Ghosty
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my friend Eric showed me this video in Computer class in 9th grade
and at the time I was like
wtf
but now I'm like
omg
because it's so damn good.
the back brake went on my bike today
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try saying that five times fast.
I was biking home from work on Vikki and was feeling kind of wobbly which is weird because usually I'm 100% confident on my bike and tame those roads like nobody's business but something felt weird and as I was just about to turn onto Maryland off of Wellington Ave my back brake shattered.
needless to say it was a precarious ride home after that because the city of Winnipeg doesn't bother to properly outline the bike lanes on its streets so cars are constantly forgetting you're biking there or trying to cross the street when you clearly have the right of way and it's a bit scary when you're trying to cross Portage Ave and this idiot woman who <i>is looking in the bloody other direction than the way she is turning</i> begins to turn right into where you and your bike lane are in the middle of the intersection but thankfully one of us (me) was paying attention and nobody (me) got hurt.
that being said I won't be hopping back on the 'ol girl until she's all fixed up, though I can't blame her for what happened, she's been around since the 70's and is covered in rust and still has her original JAGUAR paint jorb and I ride my bike constantly, so it's to be expected.
can't say that it doesn't break my heart, though.
however I'm lucky that tomorrow Tyrone's going to grab me a new brake cable after work and I can restore her to her amazing glory, as was pointed out on twitter last week:
my very first boyfriend was a sweetheart
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no pictures of us together exist because that was in the time before smart phones and Flickr and we were all young and hopeless and thought that our memories would be all the reminders we would need.of course I didn't realize what a good guy he was, then. that's how it always goes. he cooked me dinners and would bike to my house during the summer vacation and take me for ice cream and let me borrow his PlayStation to play Final Fantasy VII because the only consoles I had for a long time were the SNES and the Nintendo 64.
one day he showed up at my house with a rose bush which he gave to my mom and she planted in the backyard in the far left corner, by the grape vines which grow grapes that none of us have ever tried.
needless to say, she loved him
and compared every boyfriend I had after to him, saying "I liked J better"
which I used to find offensive, but now I understand, because the only time she stopped saying it was when I started dating Tyrone, who treats me as good as if not better than he did.
except this time I like to think I actually deserve it.
see, my first boyfriend and I haven't spoken in years and I can understand why he would have wanted me to drop off the face of the earth, which looking back I wish I could have done. in the end, I wasn't very nice to him and I wish I could take those times back.
but I can't.
so I can only be happy when my FaceBook feed pops up with good news about him, that he's out there kicking ass and living his dreams with someone who loves him more than my juvenile self ever could.
so congrats, J. I'm glad you're doing okay out there.
Hip Hop Sunday #37 Kardinal Offishal - Kill Shot
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sometimes things get busy, life gets in the way
but I always try to make time to sit back
and enjoy some Hip Hop Sunday.
Enjoy.
started a new job today
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and my coworkers, the sweethearts that they are, took me out for lunch at my favourite thai place
where over chow mein and stir fry and fried rice my coworker blurted out
SO ALYSON HAS A BLOG
and I was shocked that she said it but not scared
like I might have been, once upon a time
to find out that my coworker had googled me after they decided to hire me
and she told me that she thought it was funny because I wrote a post about Smoke's Poutine
even though I can't find the post she was talking about
and I told her
"don't worry, I don't blog about work"
-because it's not professional to talk about the details-
"but I'm totally blogging that you said that"
and I did.
