Accusation

My God. What a terrible end to a day at the beach.

Ok, so…it all started off as a normal trip to the beach to take some shots of the boats off the water, read my “Dearly Devoted Dexter” novel and last but not least, soak up some brilliant rays for a radiant skin tan. When I first arrived, Jericho Beach was pretty busy with people…doing, uh, beach stuff. I start off a few logs towards the back of the beach whilst reading “Dearly Devoted Dexter” and as I read through my 35 pages (some 5 chapters), I noticed that the beach was starting to clear out and front-ocean-viewing logs were becoming available. As a result, I decided to pack up and move up to one of the logs closest to the ocean. As it happens, the log I decide to sit at had two empty cans of Coors Light beer left behind from the last party. Did I care? No of course not. I felt neither the reason to conceal or clean them up as they were not mine.

Some one hour later, the beach police (Think Erik Estrada, aka: fake police) start combing the beach for trouble; fair enough as dawn approaches. And as I am doing absolutely nothing inappropriate, I continue to mind my business. As they (two of the pinheads) approach my location, one of the two pulls up towards me and starts smiling at me. And because I was in a cheery mood, I decided to smile back. I mean, why wouldn’t I? Soon enough, I’m approached by the female office and she and points towards the beer cans. She comes over and as she’s pouring out one of the beer can’s (one of them had a tiny bit left in it), asks if I had been drinking. I said: no! To which she replies, “You’re lying”. And at this stage I got very angry.

Un-fucking believable.

I then replied: “I don’t drink (which is 100% true) and do NOT like the accusation”. She then replied, “Well there are two cans beside you”. And that was pretty much it….I made no further eye contact (as I felt I was about to start in on a serious argument) and they left on their merry way. I cannot even tell you how much it pissed me off. Sure, by the looks of it they could have been my beer cans, but how the hell did they know that? Accusations like those are what get people sued. And what further pisses me off is that I’m one who doesn’t drink. In fact, I’ve never been drunk (only buzzed) in my entire life. I cannot stand drinking; the taste of alcohol, nor it’s effect on my body.

As it turns out, I left some 15 minutes later to where I spotted the Park Ranger in her white Ford Ranger Pick-Up talking to someone else about something else. After that person left…I told her the story, about the accusation and she apologized on behalf of whoever accused me. She remarked, “that’s not the way it should go”. She said she’d bring it up with the board (which, let’s face it, is highly doubtful)... Nevertheless, I felt much more calmed after telling someone else about this incident. I especially felt better when I told the Park Ranger that if I had to take a breathalyzer to prove that someone was an idiot, I would. And I seriously would.

Pity a beautiful day has to come to an end like that.

Yesterday = Brilliant

Yesterday was undoubtedly the best day I've had in several months.

Ok, so, allow me to revisit:

It started just like any other day. Woke up at 4:30am, turned the computer on and surfed the net for some three hours. Responded to a number of threads, sat back and just generally chilled out. And by the time 7:00am arrived, I was out and about with my father taking a look at some of the high-end (expensive, in other words) houses around Vancouver.

And take my word for it, some of the houses in this city are just amazing. Not because of their price or lot size, but because of their artistic architecture. Again, these houses are not cheap, but let me tell you, I'd much rather live in a big house with a ton of lot than a tiny house on the beach with little lot space.

After that, I went for a walk around Granville Island and then went home to not only do my regular walking activities, but some good 'ol stomach crunches.

Here's the thing though - remember Sarah (that seemingly amazing girl or HotorNot.com)? Yeah, well, she never responded back to me after my last email message. Things were going great and then it all came to a sudden stop. Why you ask? Well, I know that I never said anything "wrong"... so the most obvious reason is that because - like me - she knew it was hopeless situation. Had we lived closer to each other, there's little doubt in my mind that we would have gone out on a date.

It truly saddened me, but I have long since decide to move on. Since then, I decided to go back on HotorNot.com and start my search for another girl. And two days ago, I clicked "yes" to this amazing looking girl named "Jocelyn". Actually, using the words "amazing" to describe how she looks is probably an understatement.

Anyhow, I clicked yes to her and she clicked yes to me... So, viola! When we first started talking to each other, I had immediately noticed that she hadn't lots to say. Not because she wasn't interesting, or wasn't interested in me, but most probably because that was her character. Nothing wrong obviously - everyone is different in this regard. Anyhoo - on Saturday, I had fired an email off to her to asking her a few more questions about herself, and had been planning to essentially ask her out after she responded back.

And honestly, I took her a little while to respond back to me (this is before I had asked her out, mind you), so I started to naturally wonder If I had said something wrong. And need I remind any heterosexual male, waiting for a girl to respond to you is awful. Few things will drive you as insane...

Nevertheless, I did realize that she is human being and has a life too... So, I just waited it out and she eventually responded. Naturally, I responded back as quickly as possible, and gave her the ever-daunting question.

And then I waited some more... In the meantime, our Landlord had dropped by our house and being the good chap he is, decide dropped off some rather expensive "Jackson-Triggs" Red wine as a Christmas present. I was surprised too, but then I guess it's deserved considering how expensive the rent is... Lol!

And suddenly, a previous blog post that I made about trying alcohol for the first time popped into my mind. And If you recall, I had said that If I was going to try it out, I'd most certainly do it alone. At that point, it was my decision. Having never been drunk ever before, it was now or never. And I did it... The first time ever. I poured a small glass of wine (12.5% alcohol) and drank it. Mind you, the fact that it was undeniably bitter (and in my mind, disgusting) meant that it took some 30 minutes to drink half a glass of wine. Though, within 10 minutes, I could certainly feel the effects. I had this strange headache behind what was best described as my eyes. At first, I felt real lazy and sleepy, but as my body adjusted I started to feel awfully loose. And though I drank very little, it was not only enough to make me dizzy, but dampen my reactions, distort my sense of balance (was tripping around for a while) and latch a seemingly endless smile on my face. I had also noticed that I was slurring my words and hanging onto things like a monkey. The scariest thing about this was the fact that I truly hadn't that much wine. And when I woke up this morning, I noticed that I had (and still have) a very strange headache.

Was it fun? For a little while perhaps, but it's definitely not something that I'd like to do often.

I had my camera on hand so that I'd remember the occasion. Here's one of the many photos I took:

Yeh...


After that, I went surfing on the net and stumbled upon a ton of fantastic Rush bootleg video's that I hadn't seen. And then logged into Facebook to read a private message from Jocelyn saying that she'd like to meet me too. Yep, that's right. We're currently working out the meeting time via Facebook, and have already exchanged phone numbers. Honestly, I think she had been waiting for me to ask her the question since day one.

I couldn't/cannot stop smiling. I'm cannot wait to meet her. Yesterday was just great.

Night Life

It's no secret that "night life" amongst people my age is a big trend. Most young adults/teenagers love the night life as it offers a sense of rebellion with the opportunity to party, drink alcoholic beverages, use drugs and have sex. After all, what else could be better than all of that?

Well, perhaps I'm alone in this regard, but I absolutely hate this so called "night life". I don't like night clubs because they most usually amounts to that of a cesspool. Uggh... It makes me sick thinking about it. And as I have yet to use any drugs or even get drunk, such activities make very little sense to me.

And it's not like it lasts two hours either, oh no, instead it lasts all night long. All night meaning 10-11 PM to 3-4 AM. I've pulled hours like that a few times before and every time I do, I feel reminiscent of a corpse. And I hate that. I cannot understand how people can continue such activities for weeks in while properly maintaining their school work and above all else, feel good.

Additonally, I dislike night life because I dislike the night it's self. I don't like walking in the night, nor do I like driving in the night. Too clausterphobic with all those bright lights, not enough visibility.

P.S. - My "Different Stages" CD has yet to arrive! I can only hope that today is the day.