I just finished clicking in my grocery order. For the second week in a row. The hermit wins out on this one. Who likes going to the supermarket anyway? I mean, the real supermarkets, I’m ok with. The big-box-factory-made-crap-markets, I can do without. Anyway, it’s a pretty sweet deal, the online grocery delivery service. You place your order, and a random hippy (that if you’re cool like me, you actually know) delivers it to your door a few days later. Repeat weekly. Sign me up.

Grocery delivery seems like a yuppy fantasy come true, and I guess in a way it is. The thing that validates the extra cost for me: I don’t think I’ve eaten better than I have this week in a long time. When you actually have groceries in  your house, you don’t eat out. When you have fresh organic groceries in your house, you’ve probably paid an exorbitant cost for them, and you probably want to use them before they go bad. So  you do. The next thing you know, you’re having a salad for lunch. It works for me, anyway.

The pizza we ordered Friday night was an accident.

This weekend was pretty business-as-usual. Yesterday we did some Costco-ing for bulk shampoo and a desk chair for me. I am an office-chair-stealer. If we are both in the office at the same time I am forced (I force myself due to imagined obligations) to sit on the dreaded card table chair. While also from Costco,  the card table chair is significantly less comfortable. It is the suck, actually. As an aside, I hate Costco. Why do people pay for the privilege of being tortured by harsh lighting, long line ups, AND everything costing $9.97? Why? That’s not even mentioning the torture of being harassed to pay more and join the super-bonus-ultra-shinier-metal-club each and every time at the check out.

When we got home from our commercial expedition, we made dinner and settled in for an evening of typical hermit activities. UNTIL duh duh duh…. I got a text message from a co-worker asking if I wanted to go to the Feist concert. The message came at 7:00 and the show started at 7:30. I’m not sure why she offered them to me, but I’m pretty grateful that she did. For the $5.00 it cost us to park, we saw a really good show. Hayden opened for Feist, which is funny, because earlier in the day we were talking in the car about how I’d never missed a Hayden concert until this one. I did miss a few minutes of his set, but I think it counts as perfect attendance regardless.

There’s a review for the Feist show here. I really enjoyed the shadow show. Listening to Feist was fun and even though I’ve never been what I’d call a fan, I still recognized a number of her songs. The only thing that really sucked was the audience. They didn’t stfu the entire time. It was constant drunken chatter, as if they were at a hockey game.

One more thing. Not that I’m trying to be proprietary in any way, but Feist isn’t from Calgary, Calgary. She’s from Nova Scotia. I guess maybe that’s why you were so chattery, drunk, and disrespectful. I’m not really sure why you were eating gigantic containers of popcorn either, but that could explain why you look so gross.

How My Heart Behaves is a pretty cool song, but enjoying it makes me worry that I’m on a slippery slope towards enjoying Barbara Streisand.

Today I went to the museum to learn the art of book binding. It was pretty fun. There have been a lot of exhibit changes since the last time I was there, including a lot more interactive-type stuff. For example, I blew up an oil well, AND walked through Sir William van Horne’s supposedly moving train car. I love the shaky floor feeling in a museum. Like an amusement park ride but educational. The books my friend and I made are pretty awesome too. I also managed to capture some pretty fantastic pictures on the blackberry.

All of these pictures were taken in the Maverick section. LOOK OUT John McCain.

The only thing I really wanted to do this weekend that I didn’t is see Religculous. Religulous, whether it turns out to be good or bad, is TOTALLY my kind of movie. It will no doubt be one of the more enjoyable evenings I spend this fall. Whenever it happens.

Cono Sur’s cabernet is back, locally, which means Christmas is right around the corner. What to do, what to do? The only clear answer about what to do for the Christmas holidays is to drink wine. That’s what I have come to understand over the last few fall seasons. The other good thing about Cono Sur is that it looks cool, with its trendy bicycle label, it’s somewhat crappy cork that falls apart, and it’s organicness. Behold the organic wine schmoozing with the organic pears. Cono Sur is a player.

This entry was posted on Sunday, October 19th, 2008 at 7:57 pm and is filed under Photography, daily post.