As I was saying...

I called Michael, it was busy and he later called me back. He sounded kind of sleepy. Looks like we both slept in until noon time today. I'm probably passing my cold along to him, and for that he is ever grateful.

So he's like, "Oh my god! It's going to be dark soon! We need to get outside!" so, because I am zero maintenance (and it shows) I was showered, dressed and down at his place in 35 minutes and we went for a walk. They (they, they, the mythical they) have plans to link up the waterfront of North Van with the seawall in West Van, which means SFA to anyone that doesn't live here, but to me it means a cool place to meander and/or run. We walk along the path and it ends after about five minutes and he's like, "Sorry. That's really all I've got". It was funny. But it's coming along and I'm not sure what the timeline will be on this, but it will be such an incredible amenity once it's done. And I also like how I've been hearing about it and it's actually starting to come to fruition already.

Then we went for a beer and watched the sun set. Man, we live in a nice place. Also, I should've worn a warmer jacket. After this we ordered Chinese food and I ate too much (more than Michael did, as he was quick to point out) and we sat on his new couch and watched KCTS. And then we watched some of "Kenny vs Spenny".

Yes, watching the episode where they both bet that could go the longest without speaking and seeing them do things like gluing hands to night tables during the night and releasing snakes into bedrooms, I was reminded of the time that I snuck into my brother's room while he was sleeping. He was like five or seven at the time and he was still sucking his thumb. I was a notorious nail biter back then and my parents had bought me this foul tasting concoction that I was supposed to paint onto my nails in order to prevent me from stuffing them into my face (totally found a way around it: pick, pick, pick - my dad called me "pick and chews"). Okay, so I go into his room and there he is with his thumb jammed in his mouth and slowly pull it out and man, was there ever some resistance, but pop! out it came and I slathered it with this horrible anti-nail biter stuff and bam! back into his mouth the thumb goes.

Laughing silently I slinked back into my bedroom. A few minutes later I hear my brother get up and go into my mom's bedroom, complaining that about this awful taste in his mouth and it was burning a little and he didn't know what was going on. I can hear my mom getting more and more concerned and then I hear her say something about maybe having to take him Emergency so then I had to get up and go in and confess what I had done.

It was so awesome.