Thursday, January 25, 2007

The Crypt Keeper

I am getting far too old far too fast.

This past week-end I was invited up to a friends cottage at Mont-Tremblant, a mountain ski resort about 2 hours north of the city. I used to ski there a lot when I was younger, but I sadly haven't gotten to chance in recent years. While I didn't end up skiing last week-end, I did enjoy sitting by the fire, reading, watching movies, wandering through the little town, and playing board games.

Now how does this segue into my geriatricness?

Well, Friday night my friend and I decided to head on in to the village and go dancing at one of their small and rather cozy clubs. We shared a bottle of wine, bundled up against the freezing cold and gusting wind, and walked down to the bar. Upon getting carded at the door (immediately a bad sign), we both quickly realized a very sad truth:

The average age of the club-patrons had to be around 19 years old.

During the course of the night, I got chatted up by a few boys - most of which thought I was 18 years old. One of them, at 19 himself, didn't know what a grad student was - "graduating from what?" Two of them needed their friends to approach me for them. Funniest of all, one got his friend to tell my friend to tell me that he was interested. heh. Oh how I had forgotten what it was like to be in high school!

I guess there's a slight silver lining to my aging cloud: though I'm old, at least I look young. Almost too young, as someone the other day in the elevator in my building told me I looked 14. I can't seem to win!

As for this weekend, I get to see my brother and his (squeal!) fiancee! whee! They're coming into town, and I can't wait to go bridesmaid dress shopping!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Spam Me

I get the weirdest spam in my gmail account. It's only a couple here and there, but not the typical Viagra or newsletter type spam that we are all well accustomed to deleting without a second thought.

No, the spam I get goes a little something like this:

Everett Byrd
Dare to be gorgeous and unique. But don't ever be cryptic or otherwise unfathomable. Make it unforgettably great.
Andrew S. Tanenbaum, Computer Networks (2003) A customer beams with joy, and the canyon living with a briar patch leaves; however, a soggy chestnut seeks an earring about the cab driver.


Domingo Cain
It doesnt matter, Paul, he told himself again and again in those last few days before the Royal coughed up first its t and then its e, the damned thing is almost done. And she heard it - low, painful scraping sounds in the earth - not the sounds of a burrowing animal, these; these were the sounds of fingers scraping helplessly on wood.

It's a sad day indeed when I miss the comfortable usuality of sensical Viagra spam!


In other news: the boyfriend and I broke up yesterday. It's sucky and I'm a little sad, but it is for the best. We had been coasting along for a while without things really going anywhere, so it was time to move on. I deserve better, and I'm looking forward to dating again. I have missed that butterfly excitement of those first few dates - it's such an enjoyably awkward feeling that I always miss when things start to get comfortable.

So with a new year is a new break with new opportunities. I'm glad I can honestly say that I'm looking forward to it!

Monday, January 01, 2007

Another Year

And so we move into 2007.

I hope everyone had a happy and safe New Year's, and that at least some of you are joining me in hang-over recovery land. Here's to another year - hopefully just as good, if not better, than the last!