Chinatown.

I woke up in the middle of the night the other day, and scribbled this down a few sentences in my notebook.

"If you have a problem you need to create a solution. No matter what the problem you are having it is ultimately your responsibility to create the solution."

Late Night Thoughts.

There is a certain type of person who can tolerate driving around several drunk middle aged people.

Insert me.

I willing volunteered to drive my parents and their friends to and from a Halloween party at a Legion 45 minutes away each way from their house. You know because I'm twenty-four years old and have nothing better to do on the Friday before Halloween. I have no problem being a designated driver for them I know I'm going to make a few shekels and I know that this way there is no chance of one of them drinking and driving. I can handle the off key singing of my parents friends, the jokes that I'll never hear the punchline to because they are being cut off by other drunks in the car, and being told the way I'm driving them home the wrong way. In response to the latter there are only 3 ways to get back to the Peninsula and they all take roughly the same amount of time at one in the morning.

None of that really bugs me. Well it irritates me a little but not as much as my down time between drop off and pick up later. I'm driving through downtown Victoria and it seems like all the people my age are out and about having "Adult Halloween." You know the Halloween I'm talking about. It is the one where every one is drunk and every girls costume is "Sexy Something," "Sassy Whatever," or my favourite "Sex Doesn't Look Anything Like What Profession it is Supposed to Be." The Bros are well for the lack of better word "bro-ing" it up (I'm sure I saw someone pissing in Jason's doorway again).

Is it wrong that I feel like I missed out on "Adult Halloween?"

I went from "Kid Halloween" to "Teenager Halloween" pretty smoothly. I just replaced the candy and costumes with fireworks and Wildcat beer. When I hit my twenties that didn't seem fun anymore. I went to one "Adult Halloween" house party a few years ago and I was so bored the only way I think I could have made it fun was a frontal lobotomy. So where are all the sexy co-eds like in the movies? I know they usually get murdered in the movies but I know the funny fat guy doesn't die till late in the second act. Plenty of time to score or almost score and take an axe to the cranium.

Am I missing out by not going out and partying all night with people I don't know? It has never really been my scene but it is Halloween and that means you can basically pretend to be someone or something you are not. Or should I just figure it out and do something completely different? Maybe go to a corn maze, watch a scary movie, or get high and watch Treehouse of Terror.

Originally I was just going to bitch about being a designated driver but that changed pretty fast it looks like. Clearly I had something else on my mind once I started typing.

Anyways.
Merry Halloween. 

Thoughts on a Monday.

When did people stop telling jokes?

Seriously, when did people stop telling jokes? Remember when you could go out to any cocktail party or bbq and people would tell jokes? We all used to have our go to joke in our back pocket that we had memorized front to back. We had the comedic pauses and hand gestures down to a tee. I kind of miss hearing those same old almost corny jokes.

Today we are stuck with the anecdotes. Everyone has a funny story or mishap that has happened to them in the recent pass so we tell these long winded stories about ourselves and our friends. I know I'm guilty of this crime more so than most but I at least take solace in that you are guilty of it too.

Seriously I'm tired of hearing assholes talk about accidently signing up for a gay cruising site on the internet or being found where "hobos go to die." When will those guys learn to tell a dirty limerick.

Oh wait that asshole is me. 

After the Gold Rush.

Today is the first day after the Winter Olympics.

My morning was filled with "Did you see the game?" questions and answers. Slowly things went on. Forgetting our friend who passed away and we focused more on some bizarre patriotic spectacle full of giant Mountie hats, inflatable beavers, and other stereotypes.

The commuters of Vancouver clogged the highways once again and the streets were full litter, propaganda, and "Go Canada!" car flags. The Olympics left a shadow so big we could forget to follow the Para-Olympic Games.

Tomorrow we will deal with what seems to be the everlasting debt the Olympics will have left behind and if we have time we will deal with the homeless that they shipped to the Island. But only if we have time.

I admit I got caught up in the mess as well. I felt my share of Canadian pride.

I wasn't anti-Olympics. Nor am I now. I'm just depressingly focused on the problems that will be at hand shortly. I know we will be paying for it for a long time to come.

I'm hiding my money in my mattress from now on.

Writers Block.

The following are some thoughts I scribbled on my hand today.

If someone came up to me and said "looks like someone has a case of the Mondays" I'd probably punch them in the throat.

It's been roughly a week of a horrible case of writers block. It isn't like things haven't happened I just kept drawing a blank. When my pen has hit the paper and turned up nothing. The same goes every time I tried to type something. Someone suggested that maybe it was because I took January off from drinking (for the most part). I had four beers since New Years and even that felt like too much.

I always think of the best jokes at your expense after I leave.

We are going to Cuba in November (maybe) and I think I need to go on vacation before going on vacation. My dad suggested I go to Cuba without my friends. I'm thinking of New York or Chicago. The latter of which I almost moved to last year to go to school. I keep forgetting to get on with my life and follow my dreams of being a  brew master, internet celebrity, professional photographer, and whatever else I dream of this week.

I don't really like going to America and why I want to go there on vacation is beyond me.

I'm going to finish this glass of whiskey and pour myself another in hopes of unblocking my writing.