Thanks Giving

High – Feeder

You’ll never know how close you guys were to being subjected to a super, super depressing post. I’ve got it all written down in my, er, diary. I was even going to use an Emily Haines song as the soundtrack for it. Fortunately, things got better, mostly due to the efforts of my peoples. So instead of getting an angsty “emo” (I hate that term so much) post, you’ll be getting a sappy thank you post. Lucky you.

Thanks to Julius for taking some time to chill out with me on Thursday, even though I’m sure he had other things to do. I had just been blown off by Alyssa so I was kind of pissy. He sat there while I whined about that and the usual “oh woe is me, where is my life going” bull-crap. It was one of those conversations where immediately after it was over I felt a strange combination of embarrassment and relief.

Thanks to my other university friends for trying to get me to come out to a nice dinner on Thursday. It wasn’t necessarily for my birthday, but they were working the schedule around my class time. For once, I wasn’t avoiding them. I legitimately had too much work to do that night and couldn’t party. I’m sure they had a good time without me and I hope they don’t think less of me for not going, if that’s even possible.

Thanks to Shirley and Gary for calling me on Friday and Sunday respectively. One was a day early, the other a day late but regardless of the timing I am grateful. The funny thing is that these are two people who should never worry about having to remind me that they’re around. Even though I see them with less and less regularity every year, I never feel as if our continuity suffers for one second. I was hanging out with Gary and William last week and it was the same as it ever was. Some might say that’s not a good thing, but it suits me fine.

Thanks to Jess, Max and William for the usual. You guys know that I hate doing stuff on my birthday and I’m glad you never insist that we do anything besides sit around the house, play card games and watch Van Helsing.

Thanks to my parents for not judging their son for sleeping on the couch on Friday night, for paying for the pizza on Saturday night and for letting me sleep until three o’clock in the afternoon on Sunday. Like they could have stopped me anyway.

Thanks to Christopher Nolan, Christian Bale, Hugh Jackman, Scarlett Johannson, Michael Caine et al. for making The Prestige. Brilliant and sexy.

Thanks to Annia and Ted for joining the festivities. Annia was fun company during the movie, especially since she had no idea what was going on half the time. She was the “what’s going on? who’s that guy? what did that guy say when I said ‘who’s that guy’?” person in the theatre. It was made all the more amusing by my constant ooh-ing and aah-ing as I pieced the movie together in my head, which drove her crazy. She’s the best.

I’m sure I’m leaving something or someone out, but you get the idea. It’s been good times for the last couple of days. Oh yeah, and then there was this:

Hey Alex,

– Adriana, ex-cashier buddy!!

Despite the poor grammar, I remain touched by this gesture. Damn it. I knew there was a reason that I regretted leaving Food Basics.

So there you are. You’ve got a nice girl and a clean apartment.
Yep. There’s one liiiittle problem.
Sexual?
Yeeeaaah. Well, I’ve never really felt confident in, uh, one particular aspect.
Below the equator?
Yeah.
Nobody does. You know, nobody knows what to do. You just close your eyes and you hope for the best. I really think they’re happy if you just make an effort.
I-I don’t know. Last time I got the tap.
You got the tap?
You know, you’re going along, you think everything’s all right and all of a sudden you get that tap. You know it’s like *pfffff*, alright that’s enough, you’re through.
The tap is tough.
It’s like the manager coming out and asking you for the ball.