There are two Doug's
At work I am held in high esteem for my ice cold grace under pressure.
But recently, I met a girl a that was very attractive to me, and I believe somewhat attracted to me. I let my emotions run high, and consequently when she came around to talk I became tongue-tied. I choked under pressure. She moved on.
I wish I would have learned this about myself at, say, fifteen, instead of fifty. Of course I will take steps to integrate the two Doug's in appropriate situations.
On the do things you fear front, I had my first laser hair removal treatment for a fuzz patch on my neck. Now THAT was scary. The laser part wasn't scary. The scary part was going and telling a stranger that I didn't like the hair that grew on the back of my neck. The scary part was having people see me go into the Dermal Laser office and wondering what they were thinking when they saw me enter. Or exit.
I finally checked out the Irish Heather, and The Cambie Hotel. Since I am a loner, I never have a wingman and must confront all my fears alone. It's tough (for me) to walk into a strange place. But I do it. Cuz I am tough :) The Railway Club is a hit, live music in an intimate atmosphere. Checked out Yuk Yuk's. It was hilarious, but left with a bad taste because of a (IMO) rude bouncer. I'd check out the competition if there was any. The Figherfighter's Club in Burnaby was fun, but the crowd is the older legion crowd after they have had a shower.
Forgot. Last month I went to the Drag Kings Extravaganza. It was a blast. I was one of maybe only 10 men there. I heard about it on the Beyond Robson Blog. Author said he had a good time and that there weren't many males there. Challenging.
At intermission I went to the restroom, thinking wheee... no line up. Wrong. Long line up. Populated by at least 50% girls dressed as guys (I thought). I moved to the back of the line and the really well dressed guy in front of me turned around and said in a girls voice (apparently they can spot me, but I can't spot all of them), "oh, you can just go ahead". I said "I can wait", then they all turned around and said, "oh no, you go ahead". So I walked past the line that snaked down the stairs around the corner and all the way to the single toilet stall. There were 2 drag kings pretending to use the urinal while they had their picture taken. They stepped away when they saw me and smiled. I stepped up to the urinal, felt 10,000 eyes upon me. Whipped it out. Concentrated. Died slowly. Kept up the charade for 2 minutes. Shook it. Smiled and went back upstair, having to piss worse than when I came in.
I'd go again. It was very entertaining.
While I am on the topic of blogs. It's time to add Meg Fowler to your feed reader. Just do it.
15 days 9 hours as of the moment I am typing this, until I board the flying machine to whisk me off to the Land of the Pharoahs. Bellydancers. Pyramids. Ancient temples.
Sailing on the Nile. Scuba diving in the Red Sea (and maybe in the underwater city at Alexandria if I have time). Hot Air Balloon over the Valley of the Kings. Listening to the muezzin'z send out their call to prayer from the towers of the mosques in Islamic Cairo. Staring in awe at the treasures in the Egyptian Museum. Poking my head into the mysterious stalls in the vast warren that is the Khan el-Khalili.
Finally finished updating my search for gramma's birth certificate in order to apply for my Irish passport. The links to the 3 pages are: The Mystery, Part Deux, and associated photo's.
For my Irish Passport application, I am currently waiting for a long form of my mother's birth certificate, then I'll get the application notarized and send it off. Probably in January.
Net Worth should finally have bottomed out. Stocks have been getting pounded for months. Had major payouts for vacation and Cami's graduation. When I get back from Egypt I will focus on debt freedom, including a high likelyhood of going to Fort McMurray to work.
Jerry Seinfeld says the secret to success is to work at it everyday. Don't break the chain. Someone has mashed up a great customizable calendar. I use it to track guitar practice, writing, and workouts. It's illuminating. Try it.
12 guitar, 7 write, 5 workouts, last month. Slacker :)
Everyone is healthy. What else matters?
1702 days til the bonus round.
Do something you fear.
Elegance is the test.
d
But recently, I met a girl a that was very attractive to me, and I believe somewhat attracted to me. I let my emotions run high, and consequently when she came around to talk I became tongue-tied. I choked under pressure. She moved on.
I wish I would have learned this about myself at, say, fifteen, instead of fifty. Of course I will take steps to integrate the two Doug's in appropriate situations.
On the do things you fear front, I had my first laser hair removal treatment for a fuzz patch on my neck. Now THAT was scary. The laser part wasn't scary. The scary part was going and telling a stranger that I didn't like the hair that grew on the back of my neck. The scary part was having people see me go into the Dermal Laser office and wondering what they were thinking when they saw me enter. Or exit.
I finally checked out the Irish Heather, and The Cambie Hotel. Since I am a loner, I never have a wingman and must confront all my fears alone. It's tough (for me) to walk into a strange place. But I do it. Cuz I am tough :) The Railway Club is a hit, live music in an intimate atmosphere. Checked out Yuk Yuk's. It was hilarious, but left with a bad taste because of a (IMO) rude bouncer. I'd check out the competition if there was any. The Figherfighter's Club in Burnaby was fun, but the crowd is the older legion crowd after they have had a shower.
Forgot. Last month I went to the Drag Kings Extravaganza. It was a blast. I was one of maybe only 10 men there. I heard about it on the Beyond Robson Blog. Author said he had a good time and that there weren't many males there. Challenging.
At intermission I went to the restroom, thinking wheee... no line up. Wrong. Long line up. Populated by at least 50% girls dressed as guys (I thought). I moved to the back of the line and the really well dressed guy in front of me turned around and said in a girls voice (apparently they can spot me, but I can't spot all of them), "oh, you can just go ahead". I said "I can wait", then they all turned around and said, "oh no, you go ahead". So I walked past the line that snaked down the stairs around the corner and all the way to the single toilet stall. There were 2 drag kings pretending to use the urinal while they had their picture taken. They stepped away when they saw me and smiled. I stepped up to the urinal, felt 10,000 eyes upon me. Whipped it out. Concentrated. Died slowly. Kept up the charade for 2 minutes. Shook it. Smiled and went back upstair, having to piss worse than when I came in.
I'd go again. It was very entertaining.
While I am on the topic of blogs. It's time to add Meg Fowler to your feed reader. Just do it.
15 days 9 hours as of the moment I am typing this, until I board the flying machine to whisk me off to the Land of the Pharoahs. Bellydancers. Pyramids. Ancient temples.
Sailing on the Nile. Scuba diving in the Red Sea (and maybe in the underwater city at Alexandria if I have time). Hot Air Balloon over the Valley of the Kings. Listening to the muezzin'z send out their call to prayer from the towers of the mosques in Islamic Cairo. Staring in awe at the treasures in the Egyptian Museum. Poking my head into the mysterious stalls in the vast warren that is the Khan el-Khalili.
Finally finished updating my search for gramma's birth certificate in order to apply for my Irish passport. The links to the 3 pages are: The Mystery, Part Deux, and associated photo's.
For my Irish Passport application, I am currently waiting for a long form of my mother's birth certificate, then I'll get the application notarized and send it off. Probably in January.
Net Worth should finally have bottomed out. Stocks have been getting pounded for months. Had major payouts for vacation and Cami's graduation. When I get back from Egypt I will focus on debt freedom, including a high likelyhood of going to Fort McMurray to work.
Jerry Seinfeld says the secret to success is to work at it everyday. Don't break the chain. Someone has mashed up a great customizable calendar. I use it to track guitar practice, writing, and workouts. It's illuminating. Try it.
12 guitar, 7 write, 5 workouts, last month. Slacker :)
Everyone is healthy. What else matters?
1702 days til the bonus round.
Do something you fear.
Elegance is the test.
d
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