Family Happens…

Posted on June 26, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

Ok so how about next week everything goes back to normal. Do you think that’s possible? It feels like my posts have been all over the place too which I hate. But oh well, such is life.

I have been working my ass off today which is something I rarely do on Fridays but it feels good to be productive and have something accomplished by the end of the day.

I think tonight we are going to head down to English Bay for Date Night. We were suppose to do that last Friday but it rained, and then things went sour. Tonight though, it is sunny and beautiful outside so I think it will be perfect. The plan is to head down there and go for a walk and then hit up Flying Wedge for some crazy midnight pizza. This is a summer tradition I look forward to every year. The only thing is we are having steaks and baked potatoes for dinner and the thought of that AND pizza makes me feel like the fattest person ever. We will have to go for a long walk in between meals.

I kind of think my head is going to explode right now.

Right so anyways, the Swiss Chalet…

Dinner at the Swiss Chalet with Matt on Wednesday night was good though I really doubt I will go back again. I’m sorry but I can not handle the atmosphere in there. Some how, both times I ‘ve been, the place has been packed with loud fat people shoving chicken in their faces. I told Matt next time we are going to HAVE to order out. This chicken is good, but the people are not.

We were seated next to this couple and the wife was on the phone yammering so loud about her cell phone bill and how shes pissed off and yadda yadda. I wanted to throw a toasted roll at her head of but you know the toasted rolls are too precious for that. Then the waiter proceeded to bring her a glass of Ice Tea, her husband some coffee, then Matt & I glasses of water.

On his way back past their table she promptly asks him if they serve Tap Water when people ask for Water. To this he replies Yes then walks away. He comes back a few minutes later to bring us our food, drops it off and then turns toward the couples table. She shouts out to him asking what he would do if someone was allergic to tap water. He says that they also serve bottled water. So she says to him – “Well, I will have you know that I am HIGHLY allergic to tap water”…

I’m sorry WHAT!?

Who the hell is ACTUALLY allergic to Tap Water? OK I’m sure there might be someone out there. Actually come to think of it I think Oprah once did a special on this, but in Vancouver…at the Swiss Chalet…COME ON!
Why the hell are you even tell the waiter this when you CLEARLY ordered an ICE TEA (which I am sure was watered down with TAP WATER)??? WHAT DOES YOUR ICE TEA HAVE TO DO WITH YOU BEING “HIGHLY” ALLERGIC TO TAP WATER???
I’m pretty sure all the cutlery you are using was washed in TAP WATER so whats going to happen now??? ARE YOU GOING TO DIE???
GET OVER YOURSELF AND WASH YOUR GREASY PONY TAIL!!!

When I heard this conversation taking place I almost lost it. Well, I did loose it in my head. This is why I dine at classier places. Yes, the Swiss Chalet is beneath me. I will admit it, I am a food snob, and clearly this situation here demonstrates why I have to be a food snob. I can not handle people like this. I almost wasted a chicken leg by throwing it at this womans face!!

skab#(*&ry asodfp(*np@r()qp:sfgb)@*)q(*)(b&@#rhwlf People drive me NUTS!

Le sigh.

I am now going to down my frustration in Steak and Pizza.

I know you wish you were me.

Hand Written Emails

Posted on June 24, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

I’m wearing my Lesbian Plaid shirt from Aritzia today. It’s quite cold out and in this office. I think the air conditioner is on, and that doesn’t make any sense.

Matt is taking me to the Swiss Chalet tonight. It is his favorite restaurant which is kind of surprising given all the amazing places we have eaten at. I’m clearly ignorant when it comes to the Swiss Chalet because I only think I’ve ever been there once before, and that was with Matt. I remember the menu being not what I excepted. Actually, I don’t really know what I was expecting. I just remember a lot of really fat people chowing down on chicken. I checked out the menu again this morning and realized its all based on chicken, rotisserie chicken. This should be interesting. I think the last time I was there and I looked at the menu I realized that everything they were serving was basically stuff your Mom would serve for Sunday Dinner in the middle of winter. Now, since my Mom did make this kind of food for Sunday Night Dinner I never felt the need to go to a restaurant to eat it. The good thing today is that it is rainy and cold outside and probably the perfect weather for the Swiss Chalet.

For the past two nights there has been nothing to do. Thats right, nothing to do. We make dinner, we eat it, we clean up, and then we have 3 hours of nothing but watching TV. I’m not going to lie, its kind of boring, which is kind of ironic because all the nights where I am so swamped with stuff to do all I wanted to do it pass out on the couch to the TV. Now I have that chance and it’s making me crazy.

My eyes hurt.

It’s so Guuu’d

Posted on May 7, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

Tuesday night Matt took me out to Guu in Gastown for my birthday. Its one of his favorite restaurants and since he knows I love Japanese food he knew it would be a hit with me. And he was right. Sweet Jesus and all things Holy, I love this place now.

When you walk in all the servers (who are Japanese) yell welcome to you in Japanese. Cutest thing ever.

Tuesday Night Special = Jump Around Night. My Jump (drink) was called the Margaret Jump. It was filled with Peach Schnapps, Soho, Lime juice, Ginger-ale and Cranberry flavoured ice balls. Again, so friggin good.

Fresh Water Eel Rice Gratin

Deep Fried Brie Cheese. I didn’t think anything so amazing existed.

Spinach & Sesame

Japanese Yam Fries with Honey

Vegetarian Noodles

Ebimayo – Deep Fried Prawns with an amazing Spicy Mayo

Vegetable Bean Curd Roll

Salmon Tataki

Alicia joined us once she was done her shift at work. My Favorite Half Breeds!

Tornado Time

We had such a great time talking about fashion and stuffing our faces with food. It’s funny how artsy and somber we look in all the photos. Its mainly because my camera died after three pictures but thankfully Alicia had hers, so I stole it and went picture crazy but forgot about the flash. OH WELL.

Anyways, I LOVE GUU. I will definitely have to go back there again. I love Japan. I love the Japanese. All the servers were SO cute and so nice and the atmosphere was awesome. I can not express my love for this place enough. You just need to go there and try it. You will love it to.

So who wants to go on a Guu date?

I am not on a boat mawfucaws

Posted on March 12, 2009 by Smelly Danielly

It’s hard to imagine how cold it is outside right now because my window is acting like a green house and I am quite toasty. Chads probably going to read that and curse me because he keeps complaining about -10 degree weather in the wack. At least he comes home tonight and can cuddle up next to someone warm, ie. ME.

Matt and I went for sushi last night at the little place across the street from the apt. I swear if Chad actually liked Japanese food we would be there every weekend. Its so good and not expensive so we always stuff ourselves silly. The place is owned by this Japanese family and my brother and I went to school with their kids. My friend was actually working last night so she came up to say Hi. I hadn’t seen her in 6 years (my God I graduated Highschool 6 years ago) so we chatted about life and everything. We hung out in with the same group of friends in grade 11 and 12 but both of us drifted away from everyone when we graduated. I did mainly because the group was made up of all my ex-boyfriends friends and that’s how I was connected to them, so when we broke up I was out of there. She is the cuttest little Japanese girl in the whole world though and every time she sees my mom they chat and it seems like even though her and I haven’t seen each other in so long our other family members constantly run into each other. I’m pretty sure my brother hangs out with hers quite a bit. Just before we left she brought out free green tea ice cream for us to have. It was so sweet of her.

After we consumed copious amounts of sushi and tofu and noodles and everything Japanese we headed over to Metrotown where I picked up my much anticipated Plaid Shirt from Aritzia. It is so beautiful, but then again I am bias to plaid. The one thing that bugs me about plaid tops though is that no matter how much I love them I always feel like I look like a boy in them. Mainly because the ones I have bought in the past were too big on me and I got lost in them and DID look like a boy. I made sure to get one that was as tight as I could get it so it would showed off the lack of curves that I have. I then began to think that it totally depends what you pair with a plaid shirt that makes it either look more boyish or more girlish; if you have your hair up or down, if you wear flats or sneakers. I then realized I was probably over thinking the hell out of how I should wear a plaid shirt.

After the plaid decision we made a pit stop to Lush where I ogled over all the delicious bath bombs and soaps and yummi smelling treats. Since I was unable to shower for the first half of my recovery I took many baths and it totally turned me onto the whole bath experience. I had a gift basket from L’Occtaine that a friend had gotten me ages a go but I never opened it. I finally did last week and it unwrapped my desire to create amazing baths. I didn’t buy anything at Lush I just wanted to see what they had since I had never been in there. I am so going back and blowing tons of money on bath bits. If you wanted to get me a present now you know where to go. After the pit stop we went to our final destination to get fresh cinnamon buns. Oh sweet Jesus that was the perfect ending to the evening. We brought them back to the apartment and ate them while watching the early showing of Letterman. Perfection.

Chad just messaged me and I think he is actually almost home which throws things off because I wasn’t expecting him home until after dinner and so I have nothing planned or pulled out for dinner for him, just for me. Humm, I am in a bit of a pickle. Oh well, at least I’ve got him back! Score one for Team Ciavarro.