it was a "proud" day

Ok so first of all, being a western transplant I have to say, Halifax Pride kicks Calgary's ASS! Never in Calgary did I ever see city councillors on a float waving to the crowds of homos and homolovers, or a gay councillor who is out and proud! - second of all , over 20, ooo people came out to watch it! That's crazy, it covered numerous blocks - unlike Calgary where they barely close off one half of the road to let the poor queens march through the rain in their high heels and minolo knock-offs - very impressive on the east coast I must say.

So my strategy was to cruise through the afternoon - have a few drinks and go to the night event - appropriately named the WET SPOT where every bo bo in Halifax and surrounding cities would be. It started out great, had a beer at lunch time - watched the parade - then followed the herd to the watering grounds ( the Halifax Common) - I thought it would go smooth, long line, less drinks.. but I was wrong. I somehow managed to get absolutely hammerend in like, 4 hours. Boo to coors light! I had a lot of fun though, (at least that's what i've been told).. talked to some strangers, talked even more to ex-gfs, and even wanted to give an ex-gf's fiancee a hug! It was a good thing.. but after that, the night gets fuzzy..

fast forward past a cab ride that i don't remember..

At a pre-wet-spot party, i was alex van halen on the drum -- I was marketing myself for a roommate, and an ex - gf was feeding me Sterlings.. and that's when i knew i was done for. Sterling?? no no no... time to call in for help.

I walk a lot of stumbled blocks to a safe place - eat a cold piece of pizza.. then I took a look around and thought , man this place needs a good swiffer!

Fast forward 2 hours..

Time to go to the wet - spot. but I was in a dizzy spot.

time for bed - look at the clock 12:00 am... Happy Pride.

Summer in the City!

Omg, Halifax is finally hot! I mean really hot, like 30 degrees can't touch the top of your roof with your feet hot! Woo hoo. It's supposed to last for 3 days which is also a small miracle - hot, hot, then torrential downpour - it's a maritime tradition I think. Ok enough about the weather, let's talk about me. The hot weather inspired me to go buy a new bikini. I conceded to the belly showing three years ago, and I won't go back! So, I walk into Frozen Ocean where I suddenly feel like they're going to yell out, NORM! everyone knew my name. I see the perfect bikini - green, yellow - very cool. The girl walks me to my room and says, by the way, just so you know, you gotta by the set, not just the top or bottom. I'm like, that's fine. So I put it on.. fall in love with it and say, "okay just grab the bottoms for me and I'll buy the set" . She brings the bottoms - they had a different price tag! I was like, Huh? She says, I told you you had to buy the set, and I was like yeah, but, they're priced seperately and I HAVE to buy both? Boo I say. 57 dollar top - 53 dollar bottoms that I'll wear UNDERNEATH my 80 dollar board shorts? No thanks. I'm vain but not crazy. So instead, I bought a ridiculously priced pair of "family shorts" and walked out. So I'm sitting in my adopted Halifax neighbourhood in my newly purchased family shorts, in a non-airconditioned coffee shop on the hottest day of the year. There's the perfect amount of eccentricity and colour that I'm venturing from the darkside and crossing the bridge for good. But, the search is on for a dwelling. To find a home in Halifax is a little bit of a game. Let's take for instance my favourite area, Agricola Street. I looked at a place on Cunard, beautiful little flat - hardwood and parking (which is a MUST in this congested city) the street is nice, and the people are cool. 4 blocks over, another great apartment, very unique.. in the hood! It's only 4 streets away and I wouldn't want to get out of my truck in the day time! It's like this all over the place. You can live on this part of the street, but don't go past that stop sign on your own.. this area is cool but one block up and your car is gone the next morning. It's not like a normal city where there's bad neighbourhoods in area - it's all over, scattered! Hence the game. well , the cream cheese is melting off my bagel that's been sitting here for the last 15 minutes, and the coffee temperature hasn't changed. I think that means it's time to go find a friend, and soak up the sun, while it's still free (shameless sheryl plug).

What the F?

I remember when I was little. I was told I was a little social butterfly.. 4 years old, and I was the life of my parents' party. I would sneak out of bed and hang with the adults until my parents noticed, then they wouldn't even send me to bed, they almost encouraged it, pretended not to notice I was still awake at 1am - and they never stopped encouraging those habits really - they call me a little uptight - too responsible -- what the f? I had my time in the party lights - it was called high school - maybe I hit my peak in grade 12. Now, ten years later, I'm living in probably the most noted city for it's partying and I have a reputation for going home early?? what the f?? So, what's the solution here, go out with the rest of the scene-sters and get hammered every weekend so I can sit around and tell stories about it for days later? hmm actually sounds pretty fun! Nah, I think making it out to one in every 3 or 4 parties will suffice and then on that 5th party -- do it up saskatchewan style!! I'm talkin' dancin' on the speakers - makin out with strangers, puking in the bushes the next day .. Saskatch - genuine! And you're thinking.. What the F? When is that ever going to happen? Well, patience I say.. it's only the beginning of July :)