Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

I've been trying to decide on a new template for a few weeks now and man, is it hard! I mean, I know I hate making decisions as is, but when faced with so many options - seriously, it's time for eenie meening minee moh.

The more I stared at the various templates, the less I started to care. So I forced myself into some sort of elimination process. First to go were the templates with slideshows/magazine/online newpaper styles. Let's face it - I'm not nearly interesting enough to fill that much content on a blog. I then quickly realized that a 3 column layout also required me to lead a far more entertaining life for others to live vicariously through than I was prepared to lead. The only path left was of course, to group them by colours.

After hours of careful review (ok so maybe it was like a 10 min scan) I've finally narrowed it down to three. What do you guys think?

A while ago I was getting my sweater out of my car and happened to run into my next door neighbour. I've run into him a few times during the summer, usually garbed in head to toe biking gear. We started chatting, the usual neighbourly shoot the shit stuff. As we headed to the elevator, with his new bike gear, he happened to ask where I was headed to that evening. I informed him I was heading to dodgeball and was greeted with a response something along the lines of "Wow dodgeball really?! You just got sexier!"

After frantically changing the subject to anything but dodgeball, I vacated the elevator as fast as humanly possible, hating uncomfortable conversations involving me and the word "sexy" (or any variation thereof), especially when said by a stranger.

A few days later, whilst recovering from the horrid Tonsilitus, I heard a knock on the door and found my neighbour standing there just wanting to stop by and say hi. He had heard the feline meowing at the door and that was apparently a sign of invitation. To make matters worse, he promptly asked if he could come in to check out the layout of my apartment. As this time his girlfriend was accompanying him, I really didn't have a good reason for denying access - and considering this is only neighbour #2 that I've managed to remember the name of, I didn't want to appear rude.

As they stepped into my humble abode, they made friends with the cats and both eagerly invited me to stop by for a drink or dinner whenever I felt like it.

Awkward as it was, I was chatting with a friend recently about how Vancouver can be a hard place to make new friends (let alone date sometimes), that I considered the possibility that these slightly forward neighbours are just being friendly and I should accept their invitations and make some new friends in the building. After all, I've already estranged the lovely girl from directly across the hall from me (see Hello Morning for further deets on that smooth move of mine.) That or, as Justin suggested, they want a threesome.

I spent most of Saturday morning doing 2 things. 1) trying to get Olympic tickets, sadly to no avail, and 2) trying to find a new template for my blog. Not that there's anything wrong with my currently template, but it turns out I am my mother's daughter (much to my chagrin) and feel the need to constantly changing things. I like to think my motivation is out of boredom, but part of me thinks I might be that horrible type of client everyone hates who doesn't know what they like but knows what they don't.

So I spent the better part of 2 hours scouring the internets for a new template and found a few I didn't hate. After finally getting sick of looking at templates, I decided to review the ones I liked and I realized there were about 30+ bookmarked!

Being the indecisive self that I am, I need all the help I can get, so if anyone has any suggestions/recommendations/best practices, please send them my way!!

Tuesday night, a few of us accompanied Streefy and Hayley from Two Girls One Cork to the YVR Wine Night. It was an intro to 20 wines by people who are in the wine industry. It was held at one of the antique stores along south Granville and they managed to pack quite a lot of people into such a small store, filled with antiques - and wine. Seems like an odd pairing to me but what do I know.

The 5 of us made our way through the 18 wines and 2 beers, discovered some new wines we each liked (Jojo, the red you liked is called Felino in case you forgot again), and got in some decent people watching time. According to Hayley, there were more men in attendance than usual, none catching my eye although a tall boy who dropped the f-bomb every other word did, according to Kmay, hit on me.

After having our fill of tasters, we decided to head to Salt for some more wine and a late night snack. As we enjoyed the tasty cheeses and meats, we debated often as to the next step in our evening. We were supposed to head down to the venue where our christmas party is being held to see the decor that could be used for our party. After deciding we weren't going to go, to realizing we should make an appearance or we'd have a diva to deal with, to being on the fence, we ended up going for one drink.

Unfortunately the projector was broken so we couldn't see the decor and they were playing house music that was cranked, both of which managed to kill our buzz and we subsequently left without finishing our drinks.

A poor finish to what was a great night. Next time, I think we'll deal with the diva.

Friends of mine recently moved into a new apartment and were hosting a housewarming as well as introducing everyone to Mozart, their latest addition to the family. Having nothing better to do that evening other than sit on the couch and watch cheesy reruns, I opted to jump onto the trusty BC Translink bus and head over as an attempt to extend my current social circle. Of course this was after I read the invite list and noticed there would be at least 5 or 6 souls I could trap into a conversation so that I didn't end up standing there by myself.

I arrived, bottle of wine in hand, and was greeted immediately with hugs and kisses followed very closely by apologies for there not being any Guinness in the house. After re-assuring them that I would be just fine with any beer they had, I proceeded to say hi to the few people I knew, explore the new abode and of course say hi to the puppy known as Mozart.

At one point in the evening I ended up talking to one of the neighbours, who decided that I would be a great match for her 28 yr old son, who apparently has a thing for asians. Turns out, my winning quality is the fact that I'm a beer girl, a quality which won over the mother so much, she would not leave without my phone number to pass on to her son. As others around us heard of the impending blind date, they started asking about the son. Turns out he is a tall lad of 6'5" with brown hair and brown eyes. Oh, and is currently dating a lovely Phillipina girl, whom the mother is trying to oust out of the picture.

While I didn't have the heart to tell the mom that I had a thing from blue eyed boys, I really wasn't sure I wanted to date a 28 yr old boy who would let their mother determine the fate of those he dates - way too many 'mommy' issues in that scenario for me.

Plus, I have a 6' height restriction for my dates.