There's an electrician at the jamspace. I need to go there and open the door for him. There's a debate: what sort of electrician works on a Sunday? Potential answer: one that's going to be paid off. The company who owns our jamspace doesn't have a name, or rather, the name is a long series of numbers that I won't list here in case it's owned by the Hell's Angels.
Although apparantly it's not inapropos for an electrician to work on a Sunday.
After that it's skating at the Oak Bay Rec Center. Now I'm not much of a skater. But I'm going. I'm going to do it. I'm going to skate.
It's cool that you're coming to skate. You'll look good at it, I think - that rugged hockey playeresque charm, but with sensitivity.
Posted by: Joy at February 13, 2005 11:54 AMWell, it wasn't so bad, I guess. My main stigma with skating is that once you go around in a loop, that's it; there's nothing left to do. 'Cept hang out, of course. Felt good to feel the ice. Brought me back to Stoney Plain, Alberta.
Posted by: m at February 14, 2005 8:45 AM