blog seven

So here we are. Seven, the lucky number... The Vancouver International Improv Festival is about to announce the festival ensemble, and I'm choked that I can't be a part of it. I'd really like to, but I'm stuck at work for the week. Which blows. But, on the other hand, it will be nice to hang out with everyone in the evening and check out the shows. It will just be difficult to not be a part of the creative process. But, waddaya gonna do?

It will be a chance to see a girl I dated in high school for the first time since I was 17. That will be cool. It's always interesting meeting people from your past. I hope she's well.

As for calling the girl... I opted out because we connected for a bit on msn and that felt like it was a nice, safe connection. It wasn't the same as talking directly, but it was a good starting point. I hope she is alright. I hope the friends she has are a positive influence, because she is relying on them right now. I know lots of guys with bad advice, and even worse coping mechanisms, I assume the same goes for women. We'll talk this weekend I predict.

Also, poker game coming up this weekend - I don't want to get cocky, but I think I'm going to win based on my overconfidence and plain old good looks and charm. But it's time for the Daily Show, night all.