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Say Victoria,
I've noticed that you've been using a lot of videos lately, most notably, a couple of beer commercial videos. Is there something you're trying to tell us here? Are you, like, addicted to beer? Or videos? Let me know if you need help. I'm always here for you.
Your biggest fan.

Hey Blog Observer and Critic Extrodinare From Inside My Own Head,
Thanks for your concern. No, I'm not addicted to beer, thanks. In fact, I can't say I've ever really enjoyed it. Sure, I drank it a fair amount in high school (No Mom, I didn't! I'm just joking. I didn't drink 'til legal drinking age and always in moderation.) but that was because even though I preferred coolers, guys tended to buy beer and that's who I was scoring drinks from. You do what you have to do when you're underage with no job or ability to buy tasty sweet girly California Coolers.
But I digress. I've never enjoyed beer, despite my occasional forays into the Great Canadian Beer Fest and now beer's officially on my "do not consume unless you want that painful stomach thing to happen" list from the allergist. (Along with many other things, some missed, some not) So, no. I'm not addicted to beer, thanks.
As for videos, I wouldn't say I'm addicted, no. See, I was looking for a good, proud Canadian photo to put up for Canada Day and couldn't find the one I took that I was thinking of. So I started searching the internets for other Canadiana and remembered that "The Code" ad that I always thought was funny. So I put that on. But then, just like when I found the never-ending vending machine links (curse you You Tube and your "related videos" clicky links) I started watching more and more Molson "I Am" ads and found that other one that kind of makes fun of Americans and Canadians at the same time so I put that one up for the Fourth of July and now I feel like I'm defending myself which makes me wonder if maybe I *do* have an addiction to videos.
I could stop, though, if I wanted to.

Of Beer and Panic

So, Beer Fest happened a few weeks ago, (again). And yes, I fared much better this year thank you very much.

And, the weather was awesome, the company was great, and Crannog Ales makes the most delicious fruit ale thing in the world. (I'm not a huge beer fan, so those of you who are gagging at the mere idea of a fruit beer can just ignore this entire paragraph because *I* liked it!) So, all in all it was a good, fun time.

But a funny (strange?) thing happened (...on the way to the forum? huh?) at Beer Fest this year and I've been wondering about it ever since.

I was there with three other girls, all of them in long-term relationships, so their goal for the event was to find me a cute guy. And, I went along with it, because, sure, looking at cute guys sounds fun, right? Right!

So we got there and we'd barely arrived when they spotted a cute guy. And they told me to go talk to him. And I said no. So one of them marched off in his direction saying they'd make me talk to him.

And here's where the weirdness happens.

I panicked. Like, seriously. It felt like I feel when I find myself at the top of a ladder; frozen. And I swear, if they'd brought the guy over to me I would have bolted. Really. I would have run the other direction and probably gone home and hid under my bed. I did not. On pain of death. Want to talk to that guy. Or any guy there, for that matter. Joking about "finding me a guy" was fine, in theory. But as soon as there was a guy right there and I was supposed to talk to him? Panic. I just felt panic.

I tell you, it was the weirdest thing and I'm not sure what it was all about. I tried to explain to them that when I say I'm shy, I actually mean it and that I find myself really only able to "flirt" or talk freely with guys I'm not interested in.

And sure, a few (fruity) beers later and I was chatting away to strangers, but again, only ones I didn't find attractive and therefore wasn't interested in. Or, I was able to talk to them if they approached first, but wasn't able to go straight up to a cute stranger and start up conversation.

I guess I've been trying to figure out if this means there's something wrong with me or if my brain just protects me from getting into situations I'm not comfortable with. Or what. Why did the idea of talking to a complete (albeit cute) stranger make me feel so scared?

Maybe I was thinking too far into the future? Who knows. It just strikes me as odd.

It's Gonna Be A Bright, Bright, Sunshiny Day*

I don't think I ever told you, but I got contacts.

I don't really use them, mind you, but I got them nonetheless.

It happened back when I was running a lot and happened to have had an eye appointment and it was really annoying me to have to wear my glasses while running (I don't see distance well and I see less well in the dusk/dark and it's important to be able to see where you're going when you're running and plus I like to see) and so I talked to the optometrist and we decided to try contacts.

He told me that some people wear them every day, or some people just wear them for certain occasions/reasons.

I already figured that since I don't wear my glasses all day (just for driving after dusk or if going somewhere I need to see distances (concert, etc.) I wouldn't wear contacts all day either, but it's pretty cool having them in. (on?)

I won't go into the gong show that is me getting into the habit of putting the lenses in. I out-think myself every time and since I don't wear them often enough to get better at the whole process, it tends to leave me sore and red-eyed and watery, so don't use me as your example of how to put in contacts quite yet.

But when I do put my contacts in, it's the weirdest thing to be able to see everything clearly, without edges or areas of blur.

It's still weird on my brain though, because when I have my glasses on, I can still "extra squint" and improve my vision even more, but it doesn't seem to work with my contacts.

I've stopped running now (physio's order) so I haven't had a reason to use my contacts since C-Dawg and I went to Beer Fest (and I wanted to see all the cute guys from afar.)

So, yeah. There's no real point to this post other than to say I have contacts, I don't wear them much, but they're pretty cool. (And I'm still not used to putting them in and maybe never will be at this rate?)


*Get it?

Well, Hey

Happy Back to Work day y'all.

I hope you had a good Labour Day if you live in one of these there places what celebrate it.

I spent my yesterday, and the better part of my long weekend, for that matter, doing a whole lotta good old fashioned relaxing.

Now my brain's all "Wait, you want me to work? And, like, think and stuff?"

But that's ok. My trip was great, and I loved the couple of thunderstorms we got to see and I feel super relaxed (the massage I had yesterday probably helped, and I *know*, how awesome is a massage therapist who works on stat holidays?) and ready to plow through the rest of the week.

The fact that it's Beer Fest on Friday also helps.

But, enough about me.... how's you?





P.S. I kind of forgot it was September already, which may help explain why for the first time ever I forgot to pay my rent? Right?

I'm Going Back to Bed Now

The brevity of this post is brought to you by the Great Canadian Beer Fest.

Have a good rest of the weekend.

Zzzzzz.

It's The All Mosquito Station! All Mosquitoes All the Time!

*glares around the room*

They're finding me.  They're FINDING ME!

And, I am still super tasty.

Apparently.

The bite on my hand tells me so.  And the one on my back.  And the one on my face.  MY FACE!

I'm pretty sure there's one hiding in my bedroom.  Maybe even the same guy getting me over and over and over.  Some kind of mini vendetta.

Or, mini taste testing like a beer fest where you can go back to your favourite booth for more samples if you want.

*shakes fist at teeny tiny enemies*

I Have

So very much to say and so many stories and tales and things to tell you about but I don't have the time right now to sit down and tell them.

It's frustrating in an almost amusing kind of way when I compare it to the times I've had nothing to say and all the time in the world to say it. I guess life is like that.

I still haven't told you about Beer Fest or the guys I've dated or any of the other things I've been thinking about lately coughcoughSmithcoughcough.

But, hey, I found an old friend again the other day, so that was cool.

And hopefully things will settle down with work soon so that I can do more than come home late and collapse into bed just in time to get up and do it all again. The work? Is not the easy right now.

Great Time of Year

I had a blast at Beer Fest on Friday, due in no small part to the awesome weather. (I have the slight sunburn to attest to that)

My girlfriend and I had very serious conversations about absolutely nothing that led to riotous laughter and cheeks that were sore from smiling so much.

We saw what may be this town's prettiest man and were two sad puppies when we could no longer find him at the evening's end.

We ran into my Buddy (hi Buddy!) who proceeded to gang up on me with my friend and their ensuing "pick on Victoria" moments were only made funnier when the German "ooompa" band started playing.

We had a rather drunken guy offer to help us pee because "he has skills" and we actually ran into Bird, which was fine, because we really did have to pee so we only had time to say hi and run.

Strangely enough, I was hungover by the time I got home (strong cider'll do that to ya sometimes) so after a couple of Advil and lots of water, I didn't feel too bad Saturday. Just plain tired out.

So I rested for the day and had another nicely mellow day on Sunday.

I love this time of year because when it's sunny and gorgeous out it feels like such a treat. Especially since we had a day or so of rain last week. Sunny September weekends. . . ahhhhhhh.

How was your weekend? Anyone offer to help you pee?

The Update I Know You've All (Not) Been Waiting For

Hi.

I survived The Great Canadian Beer Fest.
Am very tired today though.
Am going to gym now.
Have dinner date.
With parents.
Will try not to fall asleep at table.
Have funny stories from GCBF.
Will hopefully be awake enough to tell you about them tomorrow.
No pictures though.
That would have taken co-ordination and effort.
And I had neither yesterday.

K.

How's you?