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AND I just found out the other day that he is opening a winery (he loves wine too! Swooooon! we were meant to be, it's fate!) in my hometown of Beamsville! CHECK IT OUUTTTTTT!!! (omg "The winery's hospitality building and production facility will be designed with a number of environmentally sustainable elements including a geothermal heating and cooling system and solar lighting." SWOON x 2!)
This is so exciting for my crappy little hometown. I used to work at a winery there (Eastdell Estates, WHAT WHAT!), maybe I should go back to Beamsville and get hired at Dan Akroyd Winery and woo Dan with my previous winery experience and have a whirlwind affair with him and make him fall in love with me. :o Hahaha.
I saw him in person once, at Sarstock in July 2003 (aka HOTTEST DAY OF MY LIFE, and I don't mean because of Dan!). I was so fucking excited, I didn't even care about The Rolling Stones or AC/DC or Rush as much as I cared about seeing DAN AKROYD in person!!! Sadly, I got no pictures of him that day.
Why am I such a lame-o?
L.
(credit goes to my lovely partner in being-victim-to-crime, Holly, for that genius blog title.)
So, I just hung up the phone after trying to through to the Detroit Police Crime Reporting Department, because what's the use?
Long story very, very short, Holly, Kendra and I went on a spontaneous road trip to Detroit last night to go see The Long Blondes at the Magic Stick, and had a terrific night - great music, dancing, cute bartender filling the drinks up halfway with vodka - only to find afterwards that Holly's car had been broken into. The smashed in the passenger side front window and do you want to know what those motherfuckers stole? They left her expensive boots, they left her faceplate for her stereo... but stole a handful of cds (probably 8 or so), 80% of which were MIXED, BURNED CDS! What an asshole!
So that kind of put a damper on the evening, but once we got over the initial shock we were just glad that we were all okay and everything... and then when we made a pit stop so I could pee and try and eat something to make up for my lack of eating dinner that night, I discovered that my wallet was... well, definitely not in my purse. It was long gone. I felt really violated for some reason. Everything was in there: my driver's license, credit card, debit card, sin card, birth certificate, ymca card, air miles card, optimum card, health card, chapters discount card, all kind of business cards from friends, a gift certificate for Cineplex Odeon, about $30, and about $40 worth of bus tickets (which is one of the things that ticked me off the most), and most of all, the lucky scarab beetle that my mom gave me. I'm really bummed about that.
Been spending most of the morning calling around, cancelling things and getting replacement cards sent to me, and whatever. Just a big pain in the ass.
Aside from all of the crime, I had an awesome night with those girls, and it was really fun to just jet out of town on a whim... I'm totally into that.
Holly and I decided that the bad luck on this trip wouldn't put a damper on our road trip spirits... next time we are just going to arrive much much earlier in order to find a more well-lit, right-in-front-of-the-bar parking spot.
And David tells me that we are to take a member of the male species with us next time. So, any male chaperones who like rock'n'roll?
Oh, and I flashed a trucker on the way home. Just to lighten the mood.
In case anyone is interested, I am currently eating Butternut Squash soup with crumbled crackers that have totally gone soggy, and it kind of feels like I'm eating some kind of weird baby food diarrhea paste. But it tastes rreeeeally good, so I'm over it. Bring on the diarrhea, baby.
- L
