On a beautiful day of beautiful Koreans

Yesterday was quite possibly the best day I've had in a really long time. Everything was fun, I was super happy and it was just extremely rewarding to feel so amazing about everything. It really was one of those on top of the world situations. I could do anything. It was great!

Pony and I by the end of the evening.

On Girls Night Fridays

This is what I normally feel like when I get back from work, no matter how good the day has been. Today will be different though, because...

On Boy London, vanishing chicken wings and the Mongol empire

Recently I've been seeing a lot of Boy London stuff on people around Stockholm. It's one of those brands I got wind of by wading through Japanese street style blogs by the thousands, and I think the minimalist print and the casual-looking oversized shirts are the coolest thing. I want like ten of their shirts, and I want to wear them with black dropped-crotch pants and draped cardigans, or just really really skinny black jeans. These Tokyo fashionistas sure know how to do their thing.

On babies and the repulsion that comes with them

I think I may have mentioned her before on the blog, but my mom's childhood best friend's daughter, who's the same age as me (actually younger by about nine months), just had a baby. A friggin' baby. I can't even begin to relate.

Until this ceases to be the first thing I think about when thinking about babies, I should probably just go ahead and stay away from them.

On fall, colds and Christmas hysterics in September

One of the Thai women who work in the kitchen cracks me up. There had been a woman in to apply for a chef job, and we talked a little about it afterwards, to which she says: "You know, in the beginning, everything's good. Even when things are shit, they're good. Then after a while, you start seeing the flaws and start feeling like everything's wrong and sucks. Just like having a boyfriend!" But yeah, while I'm happy to have a job, I was less happy with the fact that a million people all seemed to want to invade the restaurant today. It's like they all got their calendars mixed up and thought it was Thursday or something - it's never that busy on a Monday. At least 60% of the people came all at once, which led to a slight chaos in who was having what and when, and I probably lost out on some tips by being a little slow and a lot stressed, like juggling under water when you know there's a shark around. Still, I didn't do bad, but it wasn't one of my better days. I do a lot better when I have the opportunity to make small talk and seem charming, as opposed to rushing and looking apologetic.

...or me, because you know, polite Canadian and all that. Also it's an effective way to defuse situations - look horrified and apologize profusely and people will feel bad and go easy on you, feeling like they're the ones who caused a ruckus. Win-win.

On other peoples' parents and acting like I'm not panicking on the inside

So yeah, last night. Parent night. The night of first impressions. I think 'awkward' is a sufficient word to sum up the experience.

On the fight/flight instinct

Do you guys ever do stuff and then sit back and wonder "Wait, why the fuck did I sign up for this?" You do things that really don't make much sense, and you can't really say why you did them. Like me hanging out with my ex's little sister when she was in town yesterday.

My first, not so brave, instinct.

My ex was a horrible fucking bastard, and I've been avoiding most things that have anything to do with him, not so much because of any feels still related, but because it's just not worth my time. I'd kept his sister as a friend on facebook and done the things expected of internet acquaintances - wishing each other a happy birthday and feeling compelled to have a short and awkward chat conversation every once in a blue moon. Suddenly she tells me that she's coming to Stockholm to celebrate her birthday, and asks if we can hang out, and for some inexplicable reason I find myself saying 'Yeah, sure, sounds great', and while the day in and of itself wasn't bad and I can't say I was having a bad time really, it felt a little stiff and contrived and there wasn't a whole lot to talk about.