Luck is no lady

It would appear to me that Destiny and I are playing phone tag with one another. I always seem to be one step behind Opportunity no matter what I do.

For instance, last night the girls and I were racking our brains for something to do. All of a sudden I had the urge to go play some slots. We're not big on casinos, maybe going once a year just because. But truth be told, I feel my friends and I are getting a bit stuck on a routine. I love spending time with my friends, but lately it seems like it's always the same activity, different locale. (ie. Drinking in establishments where the music is at just the right volume where friendly conversation becomes a chore.) So when Daisy griped that there was nothing to do in this city late at night I wanted to disagree. There are several options out there late at night, it's just that we're becoming narrow-minded as to what we do with our evenings.

Which reminds me: I can't wait till Latina comes back to town so I can go rollerskating with pals.

Anyway, I digress. My suggestion of playing slots was shot down 'cuz my girls wanted to go drink. And you know what I read in the paper the following morning? Some lady won over a million dollars (a million four hundred forty two thousand if I remember correctly) on the slots Friday night. I was grief-stricken. That could have been me! ME!!! But then I realized I had wanted to play slots on a Saturday night and she won the night before. You see...Luck and I are seriously experiencing a lack of communication here.

Ok, so nothing new done on Saturday. But perhaps our repetitive activities are our own fault for not accepting invitations to do new, extraordinary activities. *sarcastic* Like hiking up a mountain (though, according to the guy, Bizkette is supposedly scared of mountains) or mountain biking. I mean come on, when was the last time us 3 girls went to Banff with some random guy from the pub?!

Then Bizkette burned him and his constant inviting-to-Banff ass by pointing out that he probably didn't even remember our names at this point and for all he knew we could be some psycho killer bitches. Touche, my feisty on-the-ball amiga.

Then he changed his tactic from inviting us to Banff to inviting us to carry on the fun over at Detour (FYI: Detour is one of Calgary's gay bars and was just down the block from where we were that night.) 'Cuz obviously if we didn't want to go frolic on the mountainside with him then clearly we must have all been lesbians. For the record, I've heard Detour is a fun place to go for everyone, whether gay or straight. Though I can't imagine hetero men lining up to get in....usually they're kinda homophobic. But straight ladies have a blast, I've heard. A bit uncomfy sometimes when another woman tries to pick you up, I imagine, but generally it's a good time without the hassles of gropey guys. But anyway, yeah, not going anywhere with mr mountain-man. Darn, there we are again not taking up opportunities for new experiences!

Kinda bummed when Daisy and Bizkette had a conversation together leaving me to carry on the dialogue with the weird guy (like I said, loud music=too much effort to speak). I was almost bored to death, and yet he seemed very passionate about his whole hatred for the corporate bigwigs and blah blah blah. *valley-girl style* WHATever.

All that mess just made me wish I could have been having a convo with mr. guy instead. This bodes very bad for me since it just goes to show I'm becoming attached to him. But hey, at least I enjoy what he says and our convos are less of a struggle. Could be the absence of loudness whenever we get together...nah, it's more than that.

Look at me all complaining about the loudness *giggles* and yet this coming weekend is my birthday extravaganza complete with lounging one night and clubbing the next. I'm thankful all my nearest and dearest will be at dinner though, we can have a great conversation then.