LEISURE IN MAY

Since graduating from university (where I took the most leisurely course of studies) I've been offered a few jobs, all of which I've turned down. Why! Why would I do this? I'll tell you: leisure. It's not any more complicated than that.
This means that I'm high and dry financewise- not a bad thing. It's freed me up to pursue more simple pleasures, which are always the most leisurely fulfilling. I spent much of the last two days in my bed, alternately snoozing and reading The World According To Garp, a truly fine book by a guy who probably doesn't get it, leisure style. Today I'm off to Edmonton for some degenerate entertainment. Hopefully I can sleep in the car.
Some of my leisure pals have disembarked from the gravy train for more strenuous pastures; indignantly, I said farewell.
Despite my devotion to repose and dear Vacuna, I'm looking for a job. Hook me up, reader.
I plan on attending the MAY MELT concert dust bowl in Inglewood 'pon my return from the wildlands near Edmonton. I'm gonna blog that shit. If only to try and finagle a press pass. LEISURE OUT

HIATUS OFF

I'm emerging from my hiatus cave, where I was resting for a few weeks on a heap of pillows. Leisure plan number one: I'm returning to the BOGE ABODE to see the place in full swing. Leisure plan two: I need to make a video by May 15. I've been watching a lot of short videos on YOUTUBE. All I know now is I'm not down with lots of that. When the video is done, I'll post it on the blog. Tips and suggestions are welcome.

The nice thing is that my camera has a fairly comfy head-strap-attachment so I won't have to raise my arms past my hips. I just googled the god of leisure: it's VACUNA. she's all about leisure and repose. I bet she's a babe. thank vacuna.

HIATUS

I'm going on HIATUS. All this leisure is spilling into my non-leisure, which makes the excess leisure seem like non-leisure. Don't worry, be back soon. Expect to see summer job abs shortly.

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Review #4: Bogez Abode

A few weeks ago I had the distinct pleasure of inviting myself over to J---- Bogle's house. It's quite a place- like a Swedish hunting lodge in the middle of Calgary. Or half of an old estate house. Seriously, there's a shit ton of animals heads on the walls. It's one of those houses where even though the interior is huge, you know theres a bunch of secret rooms filled with dusty relics in the basement. On the door is a plaque from the 17th century or something that says Dr. L---- B-----, Physician and Surgeon. They let me play one of the guitars that was lying around- Led Zeppelin lived in a mansion that I imagine looked like the Boge Abode(I'm still working on my 'stairway').This is a house where some serious cool stuff probably goes down. Hopefully I can invite myself over again sometime. The hosts, J--- and her roommate, were crazy welcoming. They plied us with beer left over from some party (which I wasn't invited to) and let my pal Suzie drape herself rather douchily in furs (pics pending permission).

Atmosphere: Old, in a good way.
People: Friendly and accommodating.
Price: It made me think unfavourably of my own humble abode. Envy?
Food: I think there were some yam fries going around.
Overall: an honestly solid house. For some reason it seemed very Scandinavian. And check this: they have a hot tub. A+

Review #3: Serenity Dental

A friend of mine recommended that I try out Serenity's root canals. It's a good idea to brush your teeth longer than usual before you go here, because they'll definitely be looking. They have an enormous collection of the most dull magazines for housewives, and one of those water tanks that tastes like plastic. The hostess was friendly enough. All of their chairs recline, which is fairly novel and convenient. I didn't get what I came for- root canals a no-go, but I lost a few wisdom teeth while I was there. I have mixed feelings about the whole experience.

Atmosphere: an air of imminent doom hangs about the place
People: faux-friendly, and they have no respect for your personal space
Price: off the charts. Mr Blue Cross picked up some of the tab
Food: no solids for a few days
Overall: D-. no hot tub. People call you out for not flossing.

Rveview #2: Robert's Hollow

Robert's Hollow is an alright place to spend the early evening hours of a Saturday getting all up in what is commonly called 'pre-gaming'. It's in Mission, a neighborhood usually considered pretty hip by people who know DJ's personally or how to make their own hummus. I'll give credit where credit's due: it's a pretty balling pad. It's above a store or a restaurant or something, like 'flats' in London probably are. I've spent a night or two on the reasonably soft shag carpet, with nary a regret. Good music, good hospitality.

Atmosphere: festive at night, generally subdued by morning
People: of the highest pedigree
Price: it's BYOB, so like 5.99 or whatever TNT costs
Food: I've never been offered any
Overall: hard to say- I didn't see a hot tub, and I don't think there's free wireless. I give it a B/B-, with a lot of potential to improve