January 26th - Going Away Party

Tonight we had a little going away party for Wanting and I. I invited lots of people, well anyone whose email address I have anyway. The funny thing is, a couple of hours before the party, it started to snow like crazy! That's right, snow in Vancouver. The land of no-snow. So, with the snow, I got a few no-show's. So? The party was still a go-go.

I had a good time, but unfortunately my wife was feeling under the weather... Poor girl. She started feeling sick with the flu the night before, and was now getting that achy feeling in her back, neck and shoulders. You know on the tv commercials where they show the little voodoo dolls with pins stuck in their back? I think it's a Robaxaset commercial. Anyway add long hair, pajamas and glasses and you have my wife. I did my best to check on her throughout the night, but apparently after about 6 or 7 beers Dr Nathan becomes more of a patient himself. A mental patient, that is. I tried to keep the noise down, but it was at that moment that my Eddie Van Halen instincts kicked in and I started up a little Jam session. Bad idea. Luckily the phone rang and someone on the other end told me to turn it down. Maybe Captain James T Kirk was right, it was too late to play guitars. I respectfully saluted the phone and hung up. Now, maybe we can tell scary stories instead.

Here's one - there was a Canadian guy who went to China, but he didn't speak a word of the native language - It turns out he starved to death because he didn't know how to order food in a restaurant.... Based on a true story. I think his name was Jason Stanford or something.

Anyway, the 4 or 5 die-hards ended up staying awake all night, drinking until we ran out of stuff we could drink. Then slowly, the 2 couches became pass-out spots, and the sun was rising. I don't remember 100% of all the conversations we had, but I had a great time. It was fun just hanging out with a few close friends and getting to share stories, listen to some good tunes, and raise a glass, or margarine container, since we ran out of clean glasses. I was eyeing the cat dish, but though better of it.

Next day - the house and my head are both a mess. I woke up at 8 o'clock, made sure nobody was lying dead in a pool of vomit, and then I went back to bed. I think I actually slept till 3PM. What a night!!

Well, my wife is still sick. She had to cancel a recording session today because her voice sounds like a grinding transmission. She went back to bed too. Now I don't feel so bad. I'm not the only one who sleeps in until 3PM. Yeah I know, I might not be sick like her, but I definitely took my medicine...