Thursday, May 29, 2008

A real update!

Alright blog. I'm back again. I'm an incredibly neglectful blogger (I blame facebook) but I figure, I'm new in a city now and lots of my friends are far away, and plus i'm bored, so why not start up again and make more promises I can't keep to this poor neglected blog that just WON'T break up with me.

Yes, so, new city. Here I am in Vancouver, currently sitting on my parent's couch, planning on hitting up some hatha yoga in about half an hour. I'm here until Sunday, when I move into my new place near Commercial Drive, the up-and-coming neighborhood full of hippies and lesbians that I've been dreaming of living in for a while. I've been checking it out a bit, and while people certainly go to bed a lot earlier here, so far it seems really cool. The poetry in this city seems a lot better for me at the very least: there's an awesome slam night every Monday at this place called Cafe Deux Soleils (but it's not in French, thank god). I'm hoping to hone my poetry skills and get myself onstage there again sometime soon. I have been writing more, actually. Poorly, but more.

Until I get out there, though, on Sunday, I'm not doing much of anything. I've been watching a lot of Battlestar Galactica and Gossip Girl online, and reading Ayn Rand's the Fountainhead, Dave Eggers's How We Are Hungry (brilliant book, by the way), the Cellist of Sarajevo by Stephen Galloway (for my mom's book club--tonight!) the Golden Spruce by John Vaillant, various time magazines floating around my parents' place, and the free Vancouver weeklies to try to figure out what's going on.

Aside from all this nothing-doing, I've also had kind of a rocking social life. Surprise! There are so many more people out here that I'm friends with than I ever would have thought. I caught up with old friend Kia, a friend of my brother's Eric, Alla, who also just finished a Master's at McGill, and my old friend Allison who I met in California when I was 5. This girl has been taking me to some pretty crazy parties. The first was at a place called Cardero's, described in the WestEnder as being full of "shrivelled yacht jockeys and cougar mistresses-in-waiting" (SO true) and, most recently, this anniversary party at a club called Republic that was just full of hot women and ugly men. That was a wild Tuesday night. I'm still tired.

Well that's enough for now, and I'll keep you all updated on how my bartending lessons, starting Monday, pan out.

Love Julie

1 comment:

Steven R. Duncan said...

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