dim sum and paperwork

Together with Joho, her roommate, and his new girlfriend, I went out for dim sum at China Pearl today. Havn't had really good Chinese food since leaving Vancouver. Okay, well maybe that's stretching it. The Chinatown in Philly was a good source of tasties. Nonetheless, I discovered a new favourite dish - lobster claw wrapped with shrimpmeat, then envelopped with crispy deep fried strips. Jennifer was a dim sum newbie, but a very good sport at that - going so far as to try the chicken feet, which even I tried to stay away from.

Afterwards, Joho and I walked around Chinatown checking out a fabric shop, where we picked out a golden brocade that will be the inspiration for the bedroom makeover we are planning for her. Then we headed back to my place where Joho had planned on studying before going over to her parents' place for a birthday dinner. I ended up napping for much longer than planned. But I guess I needed the sleep, after getting so little this past week.

Just spent the past hour organizing bills and paperwork from the move to Boston. I still have expense reports to file, paperwork to send out, and other exciting things like that which I've put off for far longer than I should have, but it feels a little better to be a little more organized. Now, I just need to get my bank account in order and get a Massachusetts driver's license. I hope they let me keep my BC license. It seems like I'm defecting to the dark side by getting an American license. But I guess I should get used to it...

I've officially been here for three months and five days and it still feels strange. Some days, I feel very much at home (especially with the West Coast weather that we've been having here lately), and others, I wake up, stuble out of bed and am confused as to how I ended up here. It's been a fun adventure so far though.


Am I the Only One? :: Barenaked Ladies

taking a break...

I spent the past week conducting training sessions for the twenty or so newbies to the department. Initially, I was reluctant to conduct the training sessions, but they turned out pretty well. As it happens, mine have been the "fun sessions," as I've been told by some fo the participants, which always encouraging to hear. The best part for me has been seeing how these new guys interact with each other when I have them do group projects. It reveals so much about them and their working styles, and gives me a glimpse into how they will be to work with.

Between moments of frustration (not with the training - but with head office mishaps), it's been and incredibly turing week. I was glad to be able to take a break from it all and make a day trip out to Newport, RI today with Joho. Initially planned as a trip to listen to some timeshare spiel, then visiting the famed Newport Mansions, we skipped the mansion tours, and ended up having a great seafood lunch, then strolling around the shops, where we picked up some birthday gifts for friends and then some amber jewelry for Joho, as a belated birthday gift.

On our way home, we stopped at Newport Creamery's Awful Awful Ice Cream Stop for some peppermint stick ice cream. A perfect end to a fun day.


Running Out of Time :: Hot Hot Heat

random thoughts

I'm so tempted to pull a Felicity and chop off my locks, but there never seems to be enough time in the day to breathe let alone find a decent shearing establishment and do the deed.

Heck, I've barely blogged about my adventures in the past few months since I've moved out to the east coast. One day soon, I'll fill you in, dear Internet. The stories include many back-and-forth travels between Beantown and the City of Brotherly Love, and a tree falling on my car in the middle of a thunderstorm. Rolicking good times!


Smackwater Jack :: Carole King

jekyl/hyde

At lunch today, a story was relayed of drunken weekend debauchery. The story included a 'gay boy man whore' (her term, not mine) and a breeder chick looking to score at the a local watering hole. Taking their two randoms back to the apartment, there were requests from hers for a menange a trois including the aforementioned 'GBMW' which was denied, followed by a plea for "foot fucking" which was again denied to much laughter. The compromise turned out to be some toe sucking and foot worship to vuch laughter and disbelief. Halfway through the store, we looked over at the next table and noticed a mother and her six-year old daughter having lunch. The poor girl probably had a billion questions for her mommy on the ride home from the restuarant.

Much tamer was my previous evening's activities which included driving a friend and collegue to the dealership to pick up her new car, returning her rental,and having dinner at a great little Mexican cucina in Norwood. And my weekend consisted of making fun of a bedazzled Chris Isaak decked out in an electric blue sequinzed suit while in concert, exploring downtown Boston with a colleague, and attending a dinner party in Waltham.

It strikes me as interesting the differences between the two primary group of friends that I hang out with. perhaps it says something about my personality. what exactly that is, i'm not sure.


Sweetness :: Jimmy Eat World

old man at the club

Is it sad that at the club tonight, I felt like I was 65?

The journey home included me being given a giant bear hug and then subsequently carried around quincy market, and then getting mooned by someone in our party as we made our way toward the highway. Amusing, yes. But am I too old for this? Probably not. But I feel it.

Funny thing is, we were at another venue earlier on in the evening watching senior citizens line dancing to electronica and I was probably more amused by them. Man, I'm aging too quickly for my years.