Monday, September 28, 2009

no virginia, that wasn't vanilla ice

Today's soundtrack:
"Cheap and Cheerful" by The Kills
"Raygun" by Matthew Good Band

I can barely keep my head up today. It's probably for the best. Sleeping last night was a bit dodgy, as the bed didn't stop spinning until about 9 this morning. My head was made of glass until about noon, when I crawled out of my bed, staggered to the futon, and collapsed. What was the cause of these insults to my delicate constitution?

We christened our apartment last night.

No, not in that way. Pervert. Get your head out of the gutter. We christened it in that we finally had a big party. There's nothing like squeezing 20 people into a tiny room and plying them with beer to make a house feel like a home. Even though we didn't get to do any knitting, I did manage to tell the Canada Research Chair that he was wasting his potential in Computer Science. The looks of absolute horror on the faces of his grad students was all the entertainment I needed. I'm still giggling. It's always good when the faculty has a sense of humour.

In that way, this group is a lot like the HCI crew at the U of S. Sure, there was no one singing in a bad British accent to "Wonderwall" while playing Rock Band, but we did have a good time making Miguel paranoid... although for the life of me, I can't quite remember what we were making him paranoid about. I met more knitters and crocheters, one of whom is now my new BFF (poor girl), and no one complained about the Radiohead-heavy music selection.

However, it's just not quite the same as Saskatoon. First of all, Alberta folk are drinking lightweights. They'd never make it through a Bunker Party. Secondly, all of these people work together professionally, so there isn't the complete and utter disregard for propriety. Also, no one got folded into the futon.

That being said, my new BFF and her lovely although tragically illiterate boyfriend (I mean, honestly, who pronounces Z "zee"?!) didn't leave until after 2am, I'm pretty sure nobody got sick in our bathroom, and the neighbours didn't call the cops. So all in all, a successful night. Once we get these Calgary folk trained up a bit, they should pass for half-decent Saskatoonians... Saskatooners... Saskatoonis?

1 comment:

  1. I think we are Saskatonians...not sure. Sounds like a great party, even if no one got folded into a futon. I really hope you enjoy Alberta even though I would love to kidnap you and bring you back here (who else am I going to heckle the candidates with during our possibly upcoming hellection?).