le lait

well, a friend (Usman) in my previous lab at school is off to vancouver today. he will be missed...too bad he had no time to do anything like pool or coffee before he left since he was way too busy.
so, the weekend was spent doing spring cleaning, getting groceries etc. going to the grocery store is all good but when i get to the cash, i seem to encounter something different each time. today, i gave the girl at the cash the money and was just on my way, everything was quick and easy...hmm, a little too easy...ah well, back to the crib to cook up some grub. i get there, put the stuff away, cook dinner, eat it....waaaait a minute...i bought milk. sure enough, i forgot the milk at the store. son of a crap.
ok, so i'll just take my receipt and explain and everything will go fine so long as i can mix mostly english into my explanation. at the customer service, i immediately tell her in french that my french is terrible and asked if she spoke english...she shook her head...shit. she asked the other girl if she knew any english...nope...i try a couple of simple english words and sure enough, the customer service really don't know english. aww man, fucking milk. i look to my side and see the line behind me grow with people wanting to just pay for their damn food. i bust out the receipt on the counter and work with the french that i have (it was really quite sad, i was trying not to laugh at myself). i tell her, as i run my finger down the receipt, that all of these items.....they are currently at my house....but the miiiiilk....surely enough she completed my statement and she understood everything..SUCCESS!! stupid fucking milk...turned out they didn't have the same kind as i bought, so a couple of other things needed to be done but at the end of it all, i got mon lait...biotch!

pre-karaoke

i forgot to mention the best part about last night! on our way walking to the karaoke place, some guitar playin street performer literally appears from outta nowhere and starts playing. we looked indifferent to what he was playing and i guess he figured he had to try and figure out what'd catch our attention to be able to entertain us and get some cash. he starts playing something else and i'm like "oh shiiiiit! i know this song...oh man! this is 'wish you were here'...siiiick! he's playing pink floyd!" i was happy. as i chuck two loonies into his sack attached to his guitar i tell him to follow along with us and play the tune. we walk for another minute or so, and he's singing and having good, as was i, and then two girls appear on the sidewalk in front of us (along with a large male companion). The guitar dude, without missing a beat, continues playing while following right behind one of the girls...like there was nooo space between his guitar and the chick's back. hahaha oh man, me and Sadok (Tunisian guy from school) as laughing are asses off at this and Sadok goes over to his sack of money, chucks in two bucks and says "keep doing this". at this point i'm crying laughing...the big dude with the girls didn't look too impressed but he knew his role and shut the fuck up. there's strength in numbers. man, that guitar dude was amazing!

karaoke

So there's a friend that use to be in my lab (before I moved to a new one) named Usman, and he will be finished his Masters by the end of April. He will be moving to Vancouver to work for EA Games (AMAZING!) and so as part of his Paky tradition, he insisted to celebrate his good (future) fortune by treating his friends to some dinner. It was a pretty nice dinner at Boccacinos downtown. So after that, we decide to go to a karaoke place that a couple of the guys knew of (don't ask me why) and all of us who agreed to go are equally immature and so I figured it would be pretty fun.
so this place is setup in rooms where you have a couplo basic couches and a tv/karaoke system that you set for the next songs in the queue. man, this one guy liked usher and sang some of that as well as these other gay songs...and another guy sang everything with such enthusiasm but i've never laughed so hard from how bad it was! none of us were offended, it was amazing..we all sucked so we just picked whatever and sang and laughed and stuff. the girl picked britney spears..oops i did it again which a couple of the guys sang and man..hilarious!
we did play some cool stuff like champagne supernova (ahh memories) and some metallica and other cool stuff...aw man, funny ass shit. some of it was soooo horrible it was beyond funny! in fact, I happened to have my MP3 player in my coat pocket and so I recorded it with my mic!! i only recorded a couplo little bits...i'm gonna try and post them...too funny!

little barber shop

I went and got my hair cut yesterday at some place I found in the yellowpages near my place..Salon Marcel. I got there and the place was small with an old man and an old lady, with no customers. the two looked pretty friendly and when i walked in the man said 'bonjour' and i said 'bonjour.......do you speak english?' followed by a smile of shame for not knowing french in this french area. he tells me he knows a little and so they were kind, telling me to sit and relax. thoroughly asked what it was that i wanted and then offered me some freakin coffee! man, this place rocks! the lady cut my hair very well and did it pretty quick. so there's the advertisement for the day, Salon Marcel is cool.