I had the best day yesterday.  I had it off of work to start with.  That can't be all that bad ever.  (is it bad that my saying i had the day off work reminded me that i hadn't checked my email from work last night so i logged on and did that and answered a couple of work emails?) 

   I woke up nice and late for a work day (7:30) and sat talking to a friend for a couple of hours online.  Now granted the friend was in a bit of distress and not doing too well and it made me miss the first of my 6 meals of the day, which i never did catch up, but i was at home so that was still all good.   When i finished that conversation, i was standing to go and eat the second meal of the day i needed to have when another friend came on, and just as i had excused myself from that one to go and make breakfast and come back another friend popped on.  Well, i did extricate myself and had a fried egg sandwich, sans yolks and not cooked in oil or butter.  It was very good. 

   The next hour and a half was spent convincing myself and the people that i was talking to that i needed to go and work out.  Eventually i did this, at about 11.  They are getting easier you know, i am able to last the full 20 minutes on the Stairmaster now.  And that is no small thing as far as my legs are concerned.  After i worked out i lay on the side of a hill in the sun for about a half an hour.  You can't know how glorious this felt. My eyes closed, doing little resistance exercises with my arms, my mind wandering and approaching almost a divine state of within ness.  (of course my eyes were closed to so that i didn't have to see the strange looks of those walking by when they saw the exercises my arms were doing). 

   After this i went to lunch with some friends.  We had sushi, which, in the regime, if i eat the right things and not too often i am allowed.  This was a very good thing this sushi. mmmm, mmmm, good.  And the with friends part was good too.  We then went shopping and i had the coolest lamp ever put aside for me.  It is a fifties type passenger plane (please forgive me for not knowing the model number), done in an indigo blue set on a stainless steel stand.  It appears to be shooting through the Air.  And it is a lamp, the plane lights up.  It is so very cool.  I get it next friday, payday.  

   After this very nice shopping spree where i spent no money and this eating spree where i ate fresh raw fish, i came home, had a little nap and put the finishing touches on the present i was giving my friend for her birhday, the party for which was later this same day.  Then i took a nap, it was a very nice nap.  In the sun.  Mmmmmm.   
   My plan for the rest of the afternoon was to go to a movie.  It being Bad Movie Friday i was going to go and see The Fast and the Furious.  On the way i was going to stop at the Pita Pit and have a nice turkey Pita, for my 3rd (should have been 4th) meal of the day.  As i was walking across the bridge i was thinking about things.  I was thinking that i was early.  (I was early, actually because i woke up from my nap, read my watch wrong and thought it was quarter past 3 instead of quarter to 3).  When i am early what i like to do is normally to find a cafe and sit and write. Either for myself or a letter to a friend.  So as i am thinking about this, i wander into the frame of mind that likes writing.  This of course brought in a different frame of mind than likes bad movies.   So of course there was no hope for it, i had to change my mind. 

   The only possibly reaction to this was a phone call to Shar.  Or rather about 7 phone calls to Shar, as this is what it took to convince her that ditching her work for the afternoon and coming to the Vancouver Art Gallery with me was a better idea.  Wondrous and it would take her a while to join me so i still had time to go and do some writing.  The day was getting even more glorious each day.   Any time with Shar is probably the most fun a person can hope to have in this world that doesn't end in orgasm but with Shar at the VAG is much better than even that.  In fact i have been known to spontaneously orgasm while looking at a nice Renoir.  Most of the passers by just assume it is the art, but no, it is the art beside Shar. 

   During our cavorting and talking we ended up in the gift shop and we found something that i might not have purchased if i was thinking clearly.  We found a few books of non-permanent tattoos.  They were of famous paintings.  Well, being as how we were on our way to a party we figured that a great party game would be to buy tattoos and goad each and every person at the party to put one on their body.  Come on, think about it, what a great game.  So we did, we bought a book by Chegal, Van Gogh and Munch.   

   Later at the party, somehow, i found myself watching a friend with an incredible light in her eyes and positive glee on her face as she shaved my hands and arms to my elbows.  All in the name of applying the tattoos.  If you ask me, it was just very freaky.  There are pictures and someday, if you are good, you might see them.  And today, i am a little bit itchy, and i look very odd from the elbows down. Stubble and bright colourful paintings.   I chose, that super famous self portrait by Van Gogh and an image from the dance of life by munch.  

   The party was fun too, small but fun.  We had dinnner (within my diet mostly) and hung out and talked all night.  You know, and played with crazy string (silly string's lower, not as fun, more staining cousin) and goaded each other into getting tattoos.  Marvelous. 

OK, i have just been invited to a cheeseburger. I MUST go. 

Bye.