Friday I had pizza with Andreas, Thorsten and Moni, Thorsten's friend from back in Germany. Germans don't eat dinner until 8-ish it seems. The plan was for us to order pizza once they got to my house. They didn't show up until after eight sometime. Naturally I, being north american, was starving because I like to eat at, oh I don't know, about six. We got our pizza and again, naturally, had to walk to go get it. I say "naturally" because I have to walk pretty much everywhere I go. The buses in this city certainly leave something to be desired. I am probably just spoiled living in Victoria which, from what I can tell, has relatively excellent public transit. The Japanese are easily better in this department, however. But, hey, trying to compete with the Japanese at moving masses of people is like trying to out-bagpipe a Scotsman: there just isn't any point in trying. I'm hoping all the walking is off-setting the beer consumption.
Sharonna told me last week that these two people in my lab that are living together/dating each other. When I relayed this to Thorsten he didn't believe me (the male in question is his supervisor). He proceeded to bet me a beer (what else???) that I was wrong. Honestly I was surprised he would take such a bad bet. But he did and then when he was wrong he actually paid up. I now have a 750 mL bottle of corona sitting on my dresser. At least he keeps his end of a stupid bet. I can respect that. At this rate I'll drink for free all summer.
Saturday found me, Thorsten and Moni touring the Canadian Club (Hiram Walker & Sons) Distillery and museum. We were hoping to see how they actually make the stuff but it was more of a museum of the company's origin than anything else. We were beginning to be disappointed until we discovered the free sampling :) Plus the tour guide, to use the words of my sister, was "hella cute". Following the distillery we toured the Walkerville brewery which, coincidentally enough, also had free samples. By three o'clock saturday afternoon I had consumed more whisky and beer than food. Five o'clock somewhere, right??
Saturday night we watched "The Good Shepherd" at my house. Sunday I went to church, washed clothes, bought food, and essentially did nothing else. All in all a good weekend.
Thorsten took a photo of me at my glovebox this morning that he said he would only send me if I promised to post it on the blog. So hopefully soon you will all see me smiling like an idiot with three foot rubber gloves. Well I don't think you can actually see the gloves.
Last night I made salmon, greek salad and potatoes for dinner. I never knew I was capable of such culinary feats. I felt like superman. Although I wasn't sure the salmon was cooked all the way. I had frozen lasagna tonight and I'm curious if it was cooked or not. Hmm...the second consecutive night I had questionably cooked food. I hope this isn't a pattern.
On the way to the whisky place saturday we walked past the Casino Windsor. It is by far the largest, cleanest, newest, and best looking building in this entire city. The size of the attached hotel dwarfs anything around it and the local tourist literature states that a few years ago when the casino was temporarily shut down the economy in this town had a serious choking fit. As I was walking past it I had a non-original thought: all the big money in this world revolves around alcohol, gambling, and drugs, both the prescription and non-prescription kind. Why do you think some people are so anxious to build casinos on their property?? Why do you think anyone goes into organic chemistry?? Clearly the basement methamphetamine lab is the way to go. This further fuels my mother's theory that if you want a house in the Uplands you must be crooked somehow. Think disturbingly large multi-million dollar home for all non-Victorians. Regardless of this, I refuse to believe that professional sports are fixed.
What steroid problem? Only the most upstanding of citizens are allowed to play major league baseball. Besides the Mariners beat the Yankees on Mothers Day. Everything is right with the world.
My mini wheats are still substance-free thank you very much...yes the Indians are leading the American League Central. The numbers can't lie...if you're not on the recipient list how do you a)know that it was sent out? and b) know that two thousand others were on the recipient list???
6 comments:
Yes! First comment! I am impressed by your culinary skills, Gregory! Also, I too was excited about the M's winning on mother's day. Easiest gift ever! And no, don't worry, that's not all we gave her. Anyway, I'm glad to hear that you're taking care of yourself and that you're walking off some of that beer. Hmm, this is getting long and I have more to say...perhaps it's email time. Just wanted to let you know I'm still enjoying the blog!
crap! i missed first comment again!!!!!!
"hella cute" HAHA
i'm amused
i enjoyed our MSN chat the other day...it was special and real, not like at home when we talk on MSN when you're downstairs and I'm upstairs and we do it just cause we're dorks : )
"... all the big money in this world revolving around alcohol, gambling, and drugs..."
... add arms to the list.
So Greg, I've been reading your blog, and everytime you mention your "glove box," I had no idea what you were talking about. At first I was picturing a glove compartment, but that really didn't fit the context at all. So today I finally looked it up wikipedia and figured out what you're talking about. Now I have greater respect for what you're doing, cuz really, those glove boxes look pretty cool. You're like, a real scientist or something!
Ah wikipedia, what would we do without you? (I too had the glove compartment image, even though I actually knew what you meant...it's just the first thing that comes to mind)
Better go easy on the beer!! Perhaps all the walking will help. Who knows? Go Mariners!!
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