So... fuck Christmas, right? I'm up to my tits in commercialism and materialism and other things that end in "ism" currently.I came into work on Thursday and one of my coworkers had given us all beautiful Christmas cards and I felt kind of bad but I'm just not doing the card/chocolate thing anymore and so I went online to the David Sheldrick Foundation where Michael had donated to help rehabilitate Chemi Chemi and I made a donation on behalf of the finance department with whom I work and I cc'd them on it. 40% of my coworkers acknowledged it.
Gack.
In other news, R mentioned a couple of weeks ago about going to Vandusen Gardens and tonight we all went. First we scored free parking in the secret free parking area just off of Granville which is free and for which we didn't have to pay any money. Ha! Then we went to Cafe Barney which is where I spent a lot of my formative years and it was nice to go back and see that the food is still as good and the service is still as apathetic as it was when I was 27. Hooray!
R and J and Michael and I then went to the exciting parking bonanza that was Vandusen Gardens and lo, it was good. I haven't been since I was but a wee lass when my family went with my dad's dad. Yep. A loooong time ago. And the accountant at Vandusen was my Auditing teacher when I was trying to edumacate myself some years ago and so I brought my calculator, two pencils and an eraser: just in case.It was pissing when we arrived but (horseshoe) it let up shortly after we got there and it was such a beautiful night to take in such a spectacularly lit up garden. We got to see Santa reading Christmas stories to children and - the piece de resistance of the night - the Gnomes singing Christmas songs with a twist. I haven't laughed that much since I watched "Ted" last night. Seriously: "Ted" was funny and I kind of want to have sex with Mark Wahlberg. And Mila Kunis. What? Merry Christmas.
So a fun night. Definitely enriched by the stop over in the washroom which was also being frequented by the attendees of a bar mitzvah being held there and holy shit: they were fourteen years old and wearing dresses way more intense than what I was recently fretting about for Michael's Christmas party.
You know you're old when.
Please email me the info to donate that foundation. I think that's what I'll do for those selfish bastards I work with.
ReplyDeleteWhat? No mention of my newly acquired murder weapon (which Joe has christened 'Wilbur' because "he looks like one")? ;-)
ReplyDeleteIt was a great evening though, even with the tiny, would-be hookers.
Actually, Wilbur fits!
DeleteHey, if the young bar mitzvah girls want to empower themselves, who are we to say no?
ReplyDeleteGirl power and all that..
Mmmmm, it really didn't reek of empowerment; more of hypersexualization, with a very real risk of broken ankles due to precariously high shoes.
DeleteSmells like freedom to me.
DeleteMy olfactory senses beg to differ. What we have are very young girls attending the bar mitzvah of someone who must have a very wealthy father to be able to throw said event at Vandusen gardens on a Saturday night in December, and so families are placing their daughters' sexuality front and center.
DeleteEmpower the fat girls.
Empower the girls with glasses.
Rant over.