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The Opening Wednesday

The Opening

Saturday night saw the opening of my show, Juxta-Pose at one of the local establishments.

It was interesting for me because I spend every Thursday night in this place. I suppose one might call it a pub, as it is not really a bar (allows kids in) and not really a restaurant (due to the fact that the bar counter takes up almost a quarter of the floor space.

I had reserved space for a number of peolpe and arranged for munchies to be brought out at relatively regular intervals for the three-hour period of the opening, to show my appreciation for my guests.

And so many people came out!

Certainly I knew that a good number of folks would be attending, but there were many surprises during the evening.

Right from the get-go I was treated to a visit from my uncle and some of my cousins from Rochester (Em’s boyfriend in tow)…


Uncle Rui: Nice work, Jorge
Jorge: Thanks!
UR: These are all very good.
J: [Trying to be funny.] See that one up there? [Points at a chalkboard above the Kitchen window that has the name of the establishment on it.] That one’s not mine.
UR: Oh. That’s too bad because I was actually going to buy that one.


As the evening progressed, more and more friends poured in. During events like this, it’s always tough to manage to sit down with any one person and have a meaningful conversation, but I always try. Mrs. J is really good at making sure that I don’t miss anyone by getting caught up in any given conversation for too long.

A lot of people besides my friends went through the place, checking things out. I saw some taking notes and actually received some really nice compliments from people.

A few people bought me drinks (Thanks Dar & Reay), and others bought my work (Thank you Giles’ and Wendy!).

I just wanted to express my gratitude to all who attended, and invite those of you who have not to check it out. You can read the details here. I will not be there all the time, but I should be there every Thursday this month.
If you can’t make it, or missed reading the booklet that explained all of the photos you can click here.



Wednesday

Dave was over on Wednesday. It was the first time he’s ever been out to see any of my work, what with him holed up in the O-Dot.

I was a little nervous, as Dave is quite the talented wordsmith and I deeply respect his opinions. There was no need, though, as Dave seemed to really enjoy the exhibition. Mrs J. and Reay joined us for dinner after which we skidaddled back to our place and watched House and Lost.

Reay ended up taking off after that. Mrs J. bid us a good night and left Dave and I to our own insidious plots.

We ended up watching old home movies involving us creating stupid fight scenes and odd backwards-moving dancing. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in a while.

We also ended up playing Gamecube for a few hours, starting off with some recently-released games and then moving onto the retro 80’s video game disc.
It’s amazing how much technology has advanced in the last twenty years. Some of the games we used to play look horrible by todays standards, but are still fun to play. Back then, when the graphics and sounds weren’t so fancy, one had to rely on making simple and addictive gameplay to keep us entertained.
It’s always good to hang out with my friends. Dave lives quite far away, but I would say that we are much closer friends these days then we ever have been in the past.

Tidal Contact

Tidal Wave

Moving a blog is apparently a lot of work, as I am finding out first hand.
While WordPress has the ability to import Blogger articles and comments pretty much bang on, it does nothing for MSN Spaces.

So I have to manually copy the HTML from each article, paste it here, and then re-enter all the comments.

Why am I doing this?

I have no idea anymore.

But I’m not going to stop now.

It’s honestly a great way to learn how to mess about with WordPress, which, I have to say, is quite the awesome deal.



Contact

My exhibition is underway.

I took Monday off and spent a few hours hanging my photos. While they don’t cover the walls as much as I would like, they do look pretty good, if I do say so myself.

This time around I cut almost all the mats myself, thanks to a mat cutter that Tien gave me for helping out at his wedding.

Anyone who happens to be in Toronto this weekend should go to your local Contact venue and check out some photography.

Better still come out to mine!


🙂

Road Waking Ceremony Mingling Reception Much

On the Road Again

This past weekend we took our second trip across the border in as many weeks to attend my cousin Sara's wedding in Rochester.

We don't normally get down to see them all that often. Considering how much fun we always have when we are there, I am left wondering why we don't.



Guess which country we visited? Click…



Waking Up is Hard to Do

The road trip started early on Saturday morning*, seeing us leaving on time for a change.
The anticipated hell that is usually the border passed quickly and without incident. The drive was short, and we made it to our hotel with quite a bit of time to spare.

We found our way to our room, but not before stopping at Dennis and Lorraine's room first to say hi. I noticed some empties, and remarked to Dennis that they must have had a good time the night before.

Dennis nodded, replying that all of the wedding guests staying at the hotel had a little party in the lobby (where there was a large space with tables and chairs). That sucked for us, but it meant that we were in store for some party people, which was okay with us.



The Ceremony

The ceremony was held in a church, which was beautiful. Complete with a choir loft and pipe organ, it smacked of old-school churchness. Or old-church schoolness? You know what I mean.



It's a long way to Tipperary. Click…


The ceremony was wonderful. The priest that officiated the event had actually married my cousin Sara's parents some time ago**. One thing I've never understood, though, is that the couple sits off to the side (still in plain view, though) as if waiting judgement. Dave did that at his wedding with Sarah***.

Everyone looked great, and there was even one of the world's smallest Sopranos bodyguards…



Are you talkin to me?!?! Click…



Pictures and Mingling

After they had tied the knot, the entire cast and crew of the wedding went outside to have their pictures taken.

It was an opportunity for us to congratulate the bride and groom on their choice to defy the odds of modern times and have a happy marriage****.

It was also a great time to get to know some of my cousin's significant others. My cousin Kate's beau is from Scotland. He's a great lad with an awesome sense of humour. Joe's significant other is from South America. I think she's lived everywhere. Emily's man I already knew and it was good to see him again.

Of course, meeting these people face to face means that you learn about their oddness, like Gregor's bridesmaid fetish…



Scottish men are perverts! Click…


All in all, it was a lot of fun.

We were told to follow the bridal party after the photo shoot to go to another location for another shoot. I didn't realize that we were supposed to be going there to be in the photos. I felt really bad when I found that out*****.



The Reception

The party following the afternoon was excellent. It was held at a local Golf Club.
Sara made the best entrance I think I have ever seen (followed by Kate and her backwards walk with her groomsman).

Sara and Mike opened the evening with their first dance and then it was party time.

The food was great, and the tunes were happening.

Here are a list of interesting things that happened (in no particular order) that made this awesome for me…


  • The last line of Sara's thank-you speech was: Get yourself out on the dance floor, and shake it.
  • Emily did the worm in a bridesmaid dress.
  • Steve did an awesome DVD production of Sara and Mike, complete with over-the-top cutaways and references. Sweet.
  • The big question of the night was whether Gregor had anything underneath his kilt. He didn't. This sent Lorraine into hysterics when he flashed his rump at us******.
  • For some reason Mrs. J and I actually kicked ass at the Merengue. We were both tanked and feeling fine. This method will have to be employed again soon. Nothing like wasted talent. 🙂
  • I was sending text messages back and forth with Mama to make her jealous that I was at an event with an open bar. It worked.


I may add more as I remember them. There were so many awesome things that happened that it's hard to keep them straight.



Thanks So Much

A warm thank you to my Rochester relatives for inviting us down. It was definitely a wonderful time.



Little did Mike know that Sara is really a vampire! Click…





* – I think it's a mathematical rule that one must wake up x number of hours earlier than 9 AM (where x is the number of kilometers to the destination divided by 100).
** – At the reception, Sara's dad made a boo boo when he mentioned the number of years he had been married as a dynamic range rather than a static number. It was quite funny and he milked that for a while.
*** – The part of my brain that's beyond my control always pictures up a trap door opening up for some reason. It's not that I don't like them, it's just that it would be funny if that were to happen.
**** – For the record, Mrs. Jorge and I have been married for three and a half years, which means we've already beaten the odds. Take that, statistics!
***** – Seriously, that was the worst messed up communication between Figs ever. I have already informed the family that I will happily insert myself digitally into any photos they want. Of course, I received a photo of a toilet this morning for some reason…
****** – It has been erroneously reported (by Kate) that Mrs. Jorge was also in hysterics. This is not true, as she is disappointed at missing the show of what we call The Fine Behind.

A Special Word From The Management

Moved, You Say?
I keep saying that I’m thinking about it, but considering that I’ve started moving posts from my old place, I’m sure you can draw your own conclusions.
I’m getting tired of my stats going all wonky and people having problems leaving comments.
So here I am.
Of course, there will be some glitches as I get started, but rest assured I will be up and running in four or five months*
🙂






* – I’m not kidding about this, as I am moving all of my old posts** to this site. I will be writing new stuff, though. It’s not as dramatic as I made it out to be.
** – I am nothing if not a completist***.
*** – Also known as anal.

DC Roomies Brilly Asbestos. Nobody’s First Supper Feeling – Adventures in DC

Adventures In DC (Updated April 26, 2006)

I think it would be impossible for me to recount all of the events that contributed to the high level of fun this past weekend in the Nation's Capital*.

That being said, I will still do my best to recount the insanity in an easy-to-read format over the next little while, adding to this post when time arises.

For more fun, go here, here and here.

 

The Roomies

Mama has two roomies. They are both four-legged and hairy.

Cricket and Bug have the run of the place. They own every square inch, and enforce their rule by leaving hair behind when they wish.

Cricket is definitely the more friendly one.

Bug, on the other hand, is not so much camera shy as he his murderous toward anything that would obscure your head. He was a hissy little guy.

Cricket was far more laid back…

 

What, me worry? Click…

 

Brilly

As I has stated in my previous post, Brilly is a taller and sassier version of Kris. By sassier I mean vulgar. She was definitely one of the highlights of our weekend.

Kris and Brilly are like a comedy duo. Sort of like Dave and I, but actually funny.

Here are some one liners that we were treated to from Kris' best friend…

  • " Check out mah hey hey." (This was said multiple times at random intervals)
  • " I think I threw up in my mouth a little. "
  • " Sorry Pooh Bear. I didn't really mean to shove my finger up your ass. "
  • " It shouldn't be called Canada. It should be called Canadia. There are not enough vowels in your country's name. "
  • " That makes me want to throw up in someone else's mouth a little. "



Brilly is quite the character.

She left to pick up some cigs and then didn't come back for two hours, as she ended up in a cellphone conversation.

She also left to go home at one point in no shoes.

The best thing she did, though, was drop the C-bomb** in front of Mama and Mrs. Jorge. They both winced, as they hate the word, and then proceeded to tell Brilly they hated that word.

Brilly looked at each of them, and then started saying it multiple times.

There was much screaming. I, though, was laughing my ass off.

 

I Can't Believe It's Not Asbestos!

I had promised Mama that I would make breakfast for all of us on the Saturday morning.

Flash back to the day before we arrived, when this conversation took place…

Jorge: Hey Kris, do you have a corner store near you?
Mama: Hey Boo Boo. Yeah, I do, but is there anything you need me to get for you on my way home? It might just be easier for me to do it.
Jorge: Well, I need bread, milk, butter and maple syrup. I'll make some nice french toast.

Back to the Saturday morning. We all woke up and I was given a cooking uniform to wear, and then we got started.

Kris started presenting the ingredients…

  • Milk? Check.
  • Bread? Wonderbread. Check.
  • Maple syrup? Aunt Jemima's Lite Table Syrup. Check.
  • Butter? I Can't Believe It's Not Butter***Err…Check?



I've never really worked with the last product before. However, as Mama has an addiction to things synthetic, I went with the flow.

I turned the element on high and put the frying pan on it. Usually, when I make french toast at home, I burn the butter a little. This causes it to become slighlty sweet and infuse the egg-dipped bread with a great flavour.

However, ICBINB doesn't seem to obey the laws of reality. It melted (slowly) and coated the bottom of the pan, but it didn't burn. It didn't even bubble.

I shrugged my shoulders and placed a slice of egg-dipped bread on the frying pan and heard the telltale sizzle of cooking. I left it for a little while.

When I went to flip it with the spatula, I found that it was stuck. Not only that, but when I finally freed the bread, the ICBINB coating actually came up with it like a layer of skin. It was very disturbing.

I found some canola oil spray and promptly used that to cook the rest of the meal, which turned out pretty good.

Can you smell what the Rebo is Cooking? Click…



On a side note, I have decided to use ICBINB as sunblock this summer. It was left on the counter for several hours in the warm kitchen and didn't even begin to melt. Definitely food for astronauts…

 

Nobody's Business

We ate at a neat little Italian place called Baci Viti on Saturday night where we met up with Kim and Heather.

It was great to meet them. Thus far, I have had the privilege of making many new wonderful friends from blogland.

We chatted about the day's events, with Mama and Mrs. J bringing up the C-bombs dropped by Brilly that morning.

Kim laughed, but Heather possibly had the greatest quote of the weekend…

The C word? I use that word like it's my job!

Priceless…

 

First Impressions

When Mama came up to Canada, I did a few Family Guy impressions for her. One of her favourites was Cleveland.

Of course, since I was there, she wanted me to do impressions for her friends.

It started with Brilly, who ended up creating the Cleveland-On-Demand service which involved her looking at me and saying…

Do it. Do it now. Say something with Loretta in it!

When we went out to a bar namced Kokopooli's after eating a scrumptious meal at Baci Viti, I got to meet their friend D-Luv. He is awesome and had some impressions under his belt as well (him being an aspiring actor and all).

Brilly looked over at me and made the eyes for me to do some more impressions for their friend.

Mrs. Jorge shook her head and sighed, electing to use this opportunity to go to the bar to get some wine (as she doens't particularly care for the Family Guy).

Being put on the spot, I started laughing at the hilarity of the situation. This did not please the Brill very much…

Brilly: Come on. Do it. Do the Loretta thing.
Jorge: Hold on, let me stop laughing.
Brilly: Do it.
D-Luv: I want to hear this.
Brilly: C'mon Jorge. Do it!
Jorge: Waitaminute. I have to think of something.
Brilly: [At the top of her lungs] DANCE PUPPET, DANCE!

Nothing is more inspirational than a slave-drivin' woman. 🙂

I swear to God that at that moment, everything in the bar stopped, and everyone looked at our corner.

After the pause, I proceeded to Clevelandize their asses.

You heard me.

Clevelandize.

 

The Last Supper

Well, it was really the last brunch. We all went out to the Cheesecake Factory (sans D-Luv) for some farewell dinings.

I had a great conversation with Brilly**** about politics and such while everyone else chatted away.

The funniest thing for me was at the end when the take-out bags arrived with the leftovers inside. Brilly kept shoving her face inside the bag to smell the mashed 'taters with gravy. It inspired me to suggest something…

Jorge: Brilly, you should just empty the food into the bag and hook the handles over your ears. Then you will be like a horse and you won't need utensils.
Brilly: Really?
[She sticks her head in the plastic bag and loops the handles over her ears. She shakes her head around as Jorge makes horse noises. Everyone laughs. Eventually she resurfaces.]
Jorge: Just like a feedbag.
Brilly: Nice. That reminds me of this time I was wearing an apron, and I put it over this other guys head and tied it off, like a feedbag.
[This is met with puzzled looks from everyone.]
Brilly: No no no! I took it off first and then tied it around his head. I didn't just shove his face in my gunch!***** [Points at her crotch]

Oh, Brilly.

You are the funniest.

 

Feeling Welcome

One last thing that I'd like to mention.

Every so often, throughout the weekend, Kris would look at us and say…


You guys, I'm so glad you're here!



And we knew that every time she said it, she meant it.

We were glad, too.

 

 

* – Or is that Capitol? Damn the cross-border English conversions!
** – If you don't know what this is, then you've never offended anyone in your life.
*** – ICBINB for further reference.
**** – Yes, she can be quite serious thank you very much. She's very intelligent.
***** – Best new word…EVER