Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
54-40 T-Shirt Originally uploaded by peechie. At the Spelunking Club, there are a number of private events that take place. Last night there was a “win to get in” concert and wine tasting sponsored by one of the local radio stations, and 54-40 were the feature entertainment. Of course, I didn’t win to get in … Continue reading Perk
I was going to spend most of the evening putting together a really great photo entry documenting everything I did between Saturday and today, including new tires, new shoes, a great dinner, good friends, good wine, a picnic, a cat, a nap, a seal, and new books. But my camera battery died. So you get … Continue reading Dead
While I’m not ready to say that it sucks being single (because HELLO! It’s kinda fabulous!), occasionally it’s inconvenient. One of those inconveniences is attending weddings. I’ve got an RSVP card for myself and “guest” that I need to get back to the betrothed in a week. Do I bother with a guest? Even though … Continue reading Wedding Bells
Coming back from lunch today, we ended up taking a wee detour past Second Beach Pool. Sadly, we didn’t stop to go for a swim… but it was mighty tempting. Now it’s all I can think about. So tomorrow after work, I figure I’ll hit either Second Beach Pool or Kits Pool. Who’s with me?!?!? … Continue reading Dip
For someone who is so Type A, I strangely hate making appointments. Sure, I can make plans – and usually do (the volume of places to be and people to see on my calendar is enough to frighten most people). However, appointments? Hate them. Mostly (I think) because I’m at the mercy of someone else’s … Continue reading Appointed
Starting tomorrow, I’ll be off for 2.5 weeks, housesitting for dearheart and her fiancee while they zip halfway around the world so she can suck up to her future mother-in-law (kidding! I’m sure there’s no sucking up necessary!). Although I won’t be far from home, I don’t plan on returning to my apartment to replenish … Continue reading Procrastinatrix
I arrived as The Constantines were finishing up their last song. The verdict here is that they probably didn’t suck. Next up was Sloan, whom I thought were just this side of hideous. They weren’t rocking the crowd AT ALL, and kept yelling “If you don’t start going crazy the Foo Fighters are gonna kick … Continue reading Concert Review: Foo Fighters with Sloan and The Constantines