Cat Torren, Peggy Lee, Jazz Festival, Granville Island, and male escorts!

Eric picked me up a little later for the Jazz Festival than he said he would, but I did start on my Neil Strauss book! I told him about Teunis' fever, and we listened to Team 1040 dissect the first day of NHL free agency: Torres is GONE to Phoenix for $1.75 million?! (Glass also signed a one-year deal with the Jets) Salo and Higgins are back, but I don't know about Marco Sturm... and apparently, Jaromir Jagr is back in the NHL to Philadelphia. We also discussed Cindy, Vicky, walking, Sophie's Cosmic Café, and more on our way to meet Christon and Jeremy at Performance Works... man, Granville Island was CROWDED! Good thing we walked in during a break so we could get seats! They'd been there for a few hours already, so of course your ass gets numb after a while of sitting! (Peggy Lee and Cat Torren were quite good, as was the Mark McLean's Playground - the saxophonist for the last group reminded me of Ryan M. - eyeheartnewlife)

We discussed dinner, weekend festival plans, skewers, rice, beef, CD prices, THE MONSTROSITY OF CHRIST / conversational books / contingencies, chicken, Cindy / Vicky, the hockey news, my "hypocrisy," downtime, not moving much from our seats because we wouldn't be able to get EL PRIMO location again, my Neil Strauss book (Eric thought it was a Bathroom Reader - Jeremy can borrow it when I finish), the guys' Seattle trip next week, and more. I laughed at a few amusing write-ups in the festival guide: "Sounds at times like a freight train screaming down the tracks in the dark. There is beauty in this darkness." and "Melodies slide in and out of abstraction; skewed marches butt up against folk songs; chamber music niceties crumble under the assault of funk and psychedelia." Of course Eric moved to sit next to Cindy once she and Vicky arrived from the restaurant, but that meant I could sit next to Jeremy for once, hahaha. He didn't seem to mind our shoulders touching, heh.

After everything was said and done, we HAD to walk the wrong way back to the Sunfire because Eric wanted to spend more time with Cindy. He may be made of boundless energy, but I am not! Talked about Broadway / Granville, Christian schools, issues, my complaining about walking too much, DANIEL chocolates, Mr. Creep, my sleep schedule, getting together for lunch after July 18, "God opportunities," Richmond, telling people a bit too much, Virginia, expense, STARCRAFT 2, Steam accounts, CHAMPIONS ONLINE, Jasmine, posting, assumptions, and more. When I got home, Teunis was alive! He'd been throwing out some bad food and catching up on things like LJ / quiet time / podcasts. We discussed the History of English on Youtube, changing the light bulb in my room, sourdough, storage tomorrow, his fever breaking at 9-ish, fetish clubs, science fiction, DOCTOR WHO, DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS, RPG people, Game Masters / Dungeon Masters, tagging people on Facebook, Cat's fiancé having a weird name (DAXX?!), and more.


Creative hearing of the night:

Me, on overanalysis and family reunions: "I'm sure a bunch of people think like I do!"
Eric: "I don't think anyone should think like you do!"
Me: "... what did you say about male escorts?!"
Eric: "... wow. That's the most creative hearing you've come up with. ... is Teunis your male escort?"
Me: "That's what I thought you said! And no, he isn't!"