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Birthday Weekend

At The Japanese Village

I prob­a­bly looked like this the whole week­end, cause it was non-stop awe­some­ness.

The Japanese Village

Last week, Aaron asked me if I want­ed to go to The Japanese Village. I thought it was just to hang out, since we had­n’t had a guy’s night in a while, so I did­n’t clue in that it was for my birth­day until the day of. Aaron told me I could order any­thing I want, as it was his treat, but I ordered the only thing I ever get when I’m there; the filet mignon cooked medi­um rare, which I think is the best in the city. It was good to hang out with him and Trolley again.

And, of course, silli­ness is always present with these guys around.

____ in town

Chilling on the couch

____’s been work­ing two straight months, with­out a week­end off. The last time was when he came to Ottawa to vis­it. Between all the activ­i­ties, we only had enough time to watch one movie — American Graffiti — and between the two of us, we could sing every song that came from this film based in the 60s (me cov­er­ing The Platters, him cov­er­ing every­thing else).

I usu­al­ly only get to see him once a year, so twice in two months was a spe­cial treat.

Cranium Party

I’d love to do games nights on a reg­u­lar basis, but peo­ple aren’t avail­able on the same days, so I used my birth­day as an excuse to get as many peo­ple as pos­si­ble togeth­er for a giant Cranium par­ty. I told them that instead of giv­ing me a present, they should just come to the par­ty. It worked, and we had enough for four teams of three. Some peo­ple also brought snacks, like hon­ey mus­tard pret­zels, car­rot cup­cakes, and fresh­ly baked choco­late chip cook­ies.

It was the high­light of the week­end.

Dim sum with my dad

John and dad at dim sum

On Friday, my dad called me to wish me a hap­py birth­day, and told me he was in town for 10 days. We made plans to have dim sum. ____ came too, which is always inter­est­ing to see his reac­tions to what food is as the token white guy. I had a phoenix talons for the first time1, because I was feel­ing adven­tur­ous, and I have to say that they weren’t bad, but I did­n’t care for them either. They’re too hard to eat, and the sauce was­n’t to my taste. It was strange to see both John and my dad at the same place, and in Ottawa instead of Toronto.

I told my dad he could prob­a­bly sit and observe one of my Tai Chi class­es, so he could see what I do, but he was­n’t inter­est­ed, and I’ll admit that the indif­fer­ence hurt a bit. Afterward, I asked John what he thought as a 3rd par­ty observ­er, and he told me I had a good rela­tion­ship with my dad. I’ll take his word for it.

I needed this

I need­ed this week­end so much. To recharge. To stop think­ing about things. To get com­plete­ly wast­ed. It felt like it was my birth­day the whole week­end, and I won­dered what I did to deserve it all.

  1. It was­n’t the taste, but the look that has always pre­vent­ed me from try­ing them. []

Wingman

A good wing­man says “no prob­lem bro” when you ask him to go with you, and takes it as an oppor­tu­ni­ty to hang out.

He lis­tens and com­mis­er­ates and backs you up on your feel­ings when you’re catch­ing him up.

He even pays for din­ner when he’s the one doing you a favour.

He keeps a look­out in the sea of peo­ple so he can be aware of the sit­u­a­tion and warn you.

He stands fac­ing the door so you can have your back to it when talk­ing to him, and won’t be caught off guard.

He teas­es you about the cute ones, just like the good old days, when you went drink­ing in places too loud to talk.

He leads when you’re too ner­vous or self-con­scious to do any­thing, and he fol­lows with­out ques­tion when you take action.

He has a great time, and thanks you for the night.

Canada Day '09

Playing with Oli

Thumbnail: Little shoes
Thumbnail: Mark and Jen
Thumbnail: Pecan Pie
Thumbnail: Phil and Oli
Thumbnail: Ryan

(This is how behind I am on post­ing my pic­tures.)

Canada Day is always a way for us to catch up with each oth­er once a year (for those from out of town), to see how every­one is doing over some bar­be­cue and baked goods. There are always new faces, famil­iar faces, and this time, it was a lit­tle dif­fer­ent, with three babies that weren’t there last year. My friends are start­ing to have kids.

Sometimes it’s strange to see Aaron with a baby. He’s what we con­sid­er an adult now, a grown-up, a father. Yet he’s still the same Aaron (which is a good thing), with the same styl­ish clothes, the same inter­ests, the same ebul­lient atti­tude, except he’s hold­ing a piece of him­self.

AND DID YOU SEE THE LITTLE PECK AT THE END? AAHHHHHHH SO CUTE1.

  1. Video tak­en with my iPhone, with no colour cor­rec­tion or fil­ters. Not bad for a cam­era phone. []

I Could Be Dead Right Now

That’s what I keep think­ing when I look at these pic­tures.

Accident 1

Accident 2

Accident 3

A few week­ends ago, Aaron invit­ed me to ride with him dur­ing an out-of-town cruise with his auto club. I ini­tial­ly accept­ed, until I found out that was the same day and time Frédéric and Misun were leav­ing Canada. So I had to turn Aaron down, since I did­n’t know when I’d see them again.

That was also the day and time that it hailed for about an hour — in late spring. And on tak­ing a turn, the hail made Aaron lose his trac­tion. Both him, and the per­son dri­ving behind him, spun out of con­trol. The per­son behind hit a guard rail. Aaron went into a ditch.

The impact on the rocks was on the pas­sen­ger side. Where I was going to be sit­ting. And it was strong enough to shat­ter the back wind­shield.

Thankfully, Aaron is alright, with the x‑rays show­ing that he only has tis­sue dam­age. I may not have been so lucky.

Baby Gensey

Baby tongue

Introducing Ryan Kevin Gensey, Aaron’s new baby boy, deliv­ered right on the pro­ject­ed date. I bought him the tur­tle you see in the cor­ner of his bas­ket there.

Baby birth card

I had the chance to hold him before he was a day old in the hos­pi­tal. At first, I approached this idea with some trep­i­da­tion, see­ing as how I car­ry the pre­con­ceived notion of how frag­ile baby’s necks are, but I could­n’t resist. He’s a lot lighter than Dolly, but some­how just as warm.

Baby foot

Aaron has always want­ed a boy first and a girl sec­ond — so the old­er broth­er can take care of the younger sis­ter — and it looks like every­thing is falling into the plan.

I’m now offi­cial­ly an uncle.