Entries from January 2007 ↓

So here I am again, sitting in the same spot in the departures area and surfing YVR-PUB. September doesn’t seem all that long ago. There’s an older Asian fellow next to me making the most disturbing of noises. I assume I’ll be sitting next to him on the plane for the next 10 hours…

Speaking of seats, I have grabbed a seat in the coveted row 77, upper deck. Yes! Sorry sucker; you should have been here earlier to claim the seat your agent reserved for you. heh…

I knew I had forgotten something; everything was going too smoothly. Sure enough, shortly after arriving I realized I had forgotten the cable to sync my camera. I have 2 at home and when I return, I’ll have three. I guess it’s a good enough reason to visit YoungSan again.

I feel like crap after getting up at 5:30 and this is the longest of days. Still, I can’t wait to get there. Take care and I’ll talk to you soon.

So Friday was the big stag. I didn’t want a stag. I assumed that Biff realized that but apparently I didn’t actually verbalize it. Or maybe I did and he did it any way. “You know I had nothing to do with your stag, I was just to take you there. A task which you made exceedingly difficult…” “Wanna play another game of golf?” “No, why don’t we just go?”

Now, I don’t really drink, not even socially. Sometimes I do but I really don’t care either way. Not for any reason, I just don’t. I fully expected to puke all over everything and everyone and Biff was to be my first victim. He’s good with hand washing delicates so I figured it was the way to go. Oddly, it was not to be.

I was ‘lead’ to The SoHo where there was beer and pool, followed by dinner. As I ate my fish I wondered to myself how long it would be until we met again as visions of Team America flashed through my mind. The first shooter almost did it; a vile Prairie Fire which seemed to be entirely tobasco.

We left for The Cecil where more beer and shooters where placed in front of me over the course of the evening. I decided I would politely thank the person for the drink and knock it back without thinking about it. *cheers* It seemed to work. I was certainly drunk but I didn’t feel sick. “What a fascinating turn of events…” This didn’t really compute as they seemed to be getting the most conflicting of shooters for me to knock back for their amusement.

In any event it was a great night. Walking home seemed to kick things up a little but by then I really didn’t care any more. Much to my surprise, I felt pretty good in the morning. Not even a headache though it wasn’t the most restful of sleeps.

Thanks to Biff for setting it up and to everyone who showed up. I saw a few guys that I haven’t seen in a while and it was cool catching up with them. I still have no idea why Andrea wasn’t invited tho… We remarked that we should do this once in a while just for the hell of it and I’d be the first one there.

You guys are buying again, right?

Wedding expenses; ugh. The wife and I have been sharing a document to track everything that we need to pay for, plan etc. I had the brilliant idea that a spreadsheet work work better so I decided to create one and share it with her, yada, yada, yada…

Now I’ve always considered myself fairly handy with finances and all. I track shit. I keep my receipts. I total it and manipulate it in multiple spreadsheets. I put it into categories figuring that someday I’ll do something with all my data.

I spent over three hours Saturday trying to get the number to reconcile properly resulting in a near total loss of brain function. The problem being that MiHwa has paid several deposits meaning she obviously owes less for some things than me. Other things she has paid for outright. I figured it might have been wrong of me to ‘overlook’ that and just split everything 50/50, hence my descent into spreadsheet hell. I think I finally have it right. She says it looks good but I dunno how closely she looked at it. I wonder if she’d notice a sundry MacBook item…

Today it was DimSum with the usual suspects. Sweet feathery moses, that stuff doesn’t sit well with me. I like it and all but I feel like crap afterward and today was no different. I ate over 9 hours ago and I honestly don’t feel that digestion has started. I even walked home in an attempt to speed up the process but no luck.

On the other hand, I really didn’t need to do anything for dinner…