Fast Forward
Why is it I never sit down in front of my keyboard and state: I'm bored? Again, with the living life in fast forward.
Friday night some guests came into town and we went out to the Blue Nile restaurant in Kensington. The service was sub-par, but the food was excellent, and I really enjoyed the experience of eating the gooey meat sauces armed with nothing but spongy bread. Afterwards we wandered down the street to a nice cafe where a young band was playing. The poor kids put the starving in artist, as I think the lead singer probably weighed in at 10 pounds, of which 6 was his belt buckle.
On Saturday, Sonja and I did some running around until we headed out to Red Deer for a wedding. On the way out of town we noticed the police had cordoned off a big chunk of center street right around the Scotiabank. I scrambled to get my camera out and ready for this shot, and in the end we never found out what happened.
The wedding was a good time. It was a nice reception, and with the toonie bar, and a room full of marketers, it wasn't long before I was wearing my wobbly boots, dancing a storm up on the hardwood. I really enjoyed the menu selection, and staying in the lodge the wedding was taking place in was a very nice break from the normal routine.
Sunday we came back to town for a late lunch with Calvin and Heather, before heading down to Colin and Jessica's for a man's only Pampered Chef party. The party didn't stick to it's man's only status, but that didn't stop us from throwing the ruse away and playing poker for a few hours. In the end I managed to win two of the games for the night, putting me up $100 for the evening.
Now my week looks like a cluster of preparations, executions and final evaluations for client appointments, club meetings, homework, and Sunday classes.
