Now that I’m alive again, I should probably check out the tattoo convention here in Calgary. Last night I went out with the coworkers to Red Lobster, mostly because The Keg was full. I can’t say I had many complaints, considering I had booze, NY strip, and rock lobster tail for free.
Bummed me out though that I didn’t really have plans after. This (cute) girl I met at dinner (coworker as well, I guess) asked if I wanted to check out downtown later on. I guess she quickly ditched after my “boss” started making very naughty and borderline inappropriate comments.
In other news, I’m learning Russian way too slow. They were all every nice to be speaking mostly in English on my side of the long table. Gotta kick this thing into high gear
Posted on Saturday October 16th
About me
I am just another kid trying to find his place, but four lang of thousands of miles, 4.20 languages, twenty odd years, and several guitars later, I still don't know where that is. But I will keep searching, and maybe I'll start getting an idea. This coil is just brimming with wanderlust. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will.
This here is my little fledgling blog. Equal parts punching bag, confessional, and exhibit, but all thoughtspace. I'm gonna try to play around with layout and content until something works. I've never had one, so we'll see how this experiment goes.
