Well, slap a post it on my back and call me an icebreaker, another year of life come and gone, and happy freaking birthday to me. It's actually being celebrated this year, with celebrities ta boot.
I squandered a few more aeroplan miles on a rental car to ride down island earlier this week to see Weird Al Yankovich live in concert; that's right, Weird Al, and I refuse to succumb to any judgments regarding taste in this matter. And just in case you forgot that you really love Weird Al too, here's a reminder of his greatness
He actually is a stellar performer, and deliberately chose to grace small, forgets-that-Canada-is-no-longer-technically-a-colony-of-Britian, botanically obsessed Victoria BC, over the let's-drive-the-homeless-into-the-sea-with-yoga-trained-man-eating-police-dogs real estate black-hole that is Vancouver. And I think he even outdid Tina with wardrobe changes. For the most part, a real live human performance is almost always enjoyable so long as the performer is genuinely into what he/she is doing, and the only live act I can ever say that I truly despised was A Simple Plans pseudo-pop-rock lip-syncing set that poisoned the water at Fuji Rock - or maybe that was just overflow from the portopotties.
After that we successfully dive-bombed that event, it was off to the fringe festival, the only occasion of the year where you can spend all day in the theatre for under 30$. One of the comic acts so enthralled me that I joined facebook so I could I friend him (friend is now officially a verb, take note Webster).
I had to banter 45 minutes with the clerk at the rental car company to get the car for the ride back up, who confessed 5 minutes into our "conversation" that he had been warned the previous night by his boss to "quit snorting coke get your goddamn life together", at which point I demanded my credit card back, which he had been holding and fidgeting with like...well, like a junkie come off of some coke, I imagine. It's always a little surprising what people will confess under the guise of being sarcastic, and I would never wish unemployment on anyone, especially drug addicts (cause they WILL get money for drugs, any way they can), but I do wish they left the finacials to a lower-risk group. If you are a drug addict reading this though, just so you know, apparently National Car Rental will take you in regardless of your habit, so long as you don't steal their clients credit card information and use it to buy smack, promise?
On the way back up, we stopped off that Parrot Sanctuary and the Wildlife Rescue Centre and saw 6 bald eagles right up close, one who's face had been shot off by a hunter but a local dentist fitted him with the world's first ever prostetic eagle beak, the whole of the parrot kingdom, 2 baby black bears, the whole of the owl kingdom (mostly abandoned after the thrill of Harry Potter abated: pets are NOT fashion, you can't throw it away after it goes out of style!), and a murder of ravens.
All and all, an awesome time was had by all. Thank Al for kicking it off real.
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