Nov 23 2008
A perfect Saturday, soon to be followed by a perfect Sunday. What is a supercool weekend for Jonathon Narvey like? Let me take you on a tour of my world:
Saturday, November 22
9 am: Get up, hang out with Sherry for a bit before she runs off to pick up stuff for the party. Start cleaning the apartment so my lovely wife can have said party without being mortified when guests discover dust bunnies under their martini glasses.
10:37 am: Feeling energized for no particular reason, I decide to clean out the closet I’ve been neglecting for 11 months. Soon we have enough new storage space to fit at least eight more monkeys in there. Perfect.
12:30 pm: Realize I haven’t eaten yet. Re-heat the spaghetti I made the night before. Delish. Read Geist magazine, a few articles from Google news. Check some Onion videos on Youtube. Funny.
2 pm: The love of my life comes home. I help unpack the groceries. We hang out. All is good.
4 pm: My mom calls. I forgot to call her on her birthday. I am a bad son. Nice of her not to say anything, though.
5 pm: Seeking refuge from ladies night at Casa del Narvey, I meet Joe and Raul at JJ Beans.
I order a cafe mocha to give me energy for the night ahead. I then proceed to lose three chess games to Joe. I’ve never been able to think more than two moves ahead at chess. Also, Joe actually knows some tactics. Makes winning awfully tough for me.
Meanwhile, Raul is talking about the papers he’s working on. That dude is BUSY. Also, he clues me in that since humans are already exploiting the planet faster than it can replenish the stuff we use, “sustainable development” has become an oxymoron. Somebody better tell the new mayor at Vancouver city hall.
6:30 pm. Joe and Raul have to take off, so I wander downtown. I give Ian a call on my cell. “Railway club. Real pints. Yes?” He’s in. Excellent.
7:30 pm: Granville lager pints are $5.10. Excellent. Chris, Ted and the rest of the crew from Fuzzcat wander in to store their instruments. They’re not on stage until midnight, so we’ve got time to chill.
8 pm: Ian has joined us. Our group ponders the sorry state of media and the way forward for the new Vancouver city council and parks board. Also, Ted reports he has a mice problem in his apartment, which is annoying, because he just finished with a mouse problem in his car.
12 Midnight: Fuzzcat begins rawking out with frenetic ska jump-ity sounds. The crowd is into it. I’m on my fourth pint, enjoying the moment.
Sunday, November 23
2:30 am: A quick stroll with Ian and a five-minute cab ride later, I’m home with the love of my life, who has kept a vigil for my return. I missed her soooooooooooooooooooooooo much. Hugs and kisses. Then shower.
3 am: Five minutes of classic Star Trek while my hair dries. Then off to bed.
9:30 am: Wake up with a dry mouth. Still feeling pretty energized. The cafe mocha from JJ Beans? Perhaps. My wife is still sleeping. I get up and exercise in the living room while looking out at the city skyline through our balcony window.
10:30 am: “Let’s go to the Vancouver Art Gallery!” I agree, it is a phenomenal plan. We call Boris. He can make it. Should I take the camera? No, I decide to just live in the moment today.
11 am: Then I decide to blog about it, negating my previous thought, since even live-blogging is really more about writing about living in the moment, not actually being in the moment.
12:10 pm: I ought to get something to eat. Can’t look at art on an empty stomach. Writing the last sentence of this blog post about my super cool weekend. Right… now.