Barrelhouse

I've been meaning to put up a review of a band we saw at the Tulip Festival, purely by chance.

After watching Honeymoon Suite, and having no interest whatsoever in Trooper (who?), we decided to head over to the Earl of Sussex tent, where we were treated to an absolutely brilliant show by a fabulous Ottawa band named Barrelhouse.

All four of us were completely blown away by the stage presence of every member of the entire band. They had two lead singers, one male and one female...both of whom had crazy pipes, the woman had this great slow and sexy voice. The lead male singer just rocked, having one of those unique voices that ranges all over the map, completely hypnotic. He was sitting around during the break and I would have never guessed he was about to let loose on stage.

Honestly, if you're in Ottawa and you like classic rock...make sure to check out one of their upcoming shows. Actually, if you're in Ottawa and you don't really like classic rock, you should still check out one of their shows. They're really that good.

A bum is a bum is a bum

At the gym today, I was looking down at the pool area and saw a really sweet old man coming out of the washroom. He had forgotten to pull up the back side of his swim shorts. Perhaps they were just too tight, and he couldn't be bothered with exerting the necessary energy to tug. He was a little confused…dear old soul. At least he still has it in him to hit the pool.

Also, there’s another guy who may as well forget to pull up his swim shorts. He wears these peach things …I’m pretty certain they’re someone else’s panties because they’re really tiny, and they’re all see-through when they’re wet. I work out in the upper part of the gym, overlooking the pool, and this guy is one of the Water Hockey team members (who always play on Wednesdays). He has to keep diving for the puck that sits on the bottom of the pool, so we all get a perfect shot of his peach clad behind. It’s so mesmerizing, for all the wrong reasons.

A Promotion (damn it!)

Couldn’t tell you before it was announced to those who would be reporting to me…but, I’ve officially been promoted. I now have three individuals reporting to me, and am a project manager for communications for two major initiatives within our departments.

Although its been less than a week since I found out, my e-mail has quadrupled, and I woke up this morning at 3:30 am going through the lists of what I had to accomplish / complete today. All was announced on Friday and so today will be the first official day. Currently am at 5:50 am, have not been able to fall back asleep. Terribly annoying, really.

Am nervous and uncertain of whether or not I want this much responsibility at the moment…feel as though I must now be really formal and mature (blah!) at work. Must dress different, perhaps? Exert more authority, or something like that. Will keep you posted as the weeks progress.
Posted by mahaz at 05:56 AM

The dancing lovers

Sumo 1 "I'm pretty certain this is where I have to kick up my feet...Hold on. Hooooold it. The rhythm changes...right now."

Sumo 2 "I hate it when you show off in public."

Sumo 1 "Whatever. Just make sure you don't drop me. That would be really embarrassing."

Can't believe am going to admit this

...but there's absolutely nothing like a little Zeppelin on a humid night.

"I got two-arrambul...and then eye'm gonna leave ewe...Eye said babay, ewe knouw eye'm gonna leave ewe...babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, baaby, mbaby..."

Maybe I'll sing that the next time I have to step out of the office, see if anyone is cool enough to start playing serious air-harmonica, mistaking these lyrics for the other excellent Zeppelin tune.

Andrea the Stepford Wife

Last night, I saw a Stepford wife advertising the Andrea hair removal cream product line. She was an amazon in the form of a cardboard cut out, in a bikini; I stood, wondering why she was smiling like that when the products were not wax. Apparently, I was there for too long because a disgruntled crazy man with a cart tried to run me over (obviously, Andrea's not his type).

Here's a blip I found on-line: "Andrea: Three hair remover. One for the face, one for the body and yes, one for men."

I just think that "...and yes, one for men" is terribly funny (I'm not touching the grammar). All morning, men have been having throwing contests, trying to get rid of their razors faster than the next guy...throughout Ottawa one could hear male voices calling out "I can throw my razor farther than you...just look at the line in the snow."