True Urban Legends

this is a blog dedicated to the most magic co-worker with a low tolerance for "magicians". he's pretty freaking amazing and never hesitated to remind me that life (and patience) is more important that what people say..and he successfully called me on my beligerance (i totally spelled that wrong) without getting a swift kick to the groin, no small feat.

this day last fortnight was all about our last time hanging out, which was coincidentally our first time hanging out..and we were going to see The DaVinci Code, but through forces beyond our control, we discovered that there was a God, because this plan fell through. Magic was so deft as to think of a false answer to the camera crew, "I thought it was terrible, and not at all a sequel to Forest Gump" but I didn't, so alas and alack.

Instead, we went to numero uno pizza eat the same first meal of the day as the last meal the nite before (ya, i convinced vancouver's own suge white to run away from the dj set and get a slice only to make it back to see Yarah Bravo and oneself rock it...yes, i felt safe in a hip hop show again, but only because i knew where the exits were...and i got the sweetest dedication from Amalia and Sekoya... ) and he wanted a soda drink, so we went to the Templeton Diner...oh, what a glorious Granville Street treasure. Who knows what kind of business will be lost now that the street is closed off for skytrain construction...let's all get out of Vancouver before the Olympics so no one has to find out.

After making friends with strangers at the diner, and having some nice mushroomy poutine, we stopped in to play some video games a couple doors up. It was nice to see that there are more music related games than shooting games, and the extra hot tiny karaoke box game proved to be our winner. My inner singing diva is Cher and she was channelled quite a few times during the session. His was Axl Rose, so I have to say our shining point was "You Outta Know". I was a bit agro with the korean highschoolers who were essentially humping on the stool, but I got my dollars back when they were eaten by the machine.

This was all a setup to the meatfest at Bogart's Chop House, and I gotta get down with the meat lingo, because I didn't select a very big piece, but I helped the Magic one eat his, as he somehow got the biggest piece of meat I have ever seen. The dinner was pretty good though, if the service was a bit slow. Hey, I wasn't as underdressed as the party next to us who only seemed to be there for the xylophone man. well, all's well that ends slightly tipsy on an apple martini. go to www.nofuncity.blogspot.com for more on this Patrick character.