passing notes

west end

English Bay on the longest day

Vancouver, BC

straighten your tie

Some of the ladies like the casual look – jeans and a T. But for me, there is nothing more appealing than a man in a suit; one of life’s little pleasures. And of course, you can’t beat a tux. A man who can wear a tux like he’s in pyjamas is just about irresistible. Maybe it’s the underlying allure of pyjamas.

That’s the thing about a suit – all done up. It’s probably why I’m partial to news anchors, sitting behind that desk, reading news to me – about as impersonal as it gets, in a suit – a kind of armour, a barrier, no opening.

Who said ladies don’t like a challenge?

I would like her job –

Matt Bomer

There is something about a man straightening his tie that gets to the heart of me.

One of my fellow bloggers grabbed my attention immediately when he liked my site with this view:

from Jesse Kerema’s blog “A Journey to Success”

Sadly, Roger Moore is gone. I liked him as James Bond but he wasn’t one of my favourites. Ultimately it’s how they wear the tux. The original – Sean Connery:

Not bad –

Honourable mention to Daniel Craig.

Daniel Craig as James Bond

My favourite 007 is Pierce Brosnan.  And now we get to the crux of it, anticipation of the unwrapping.

It’s going to rain.

“It’s going to rain,” she said. “I was going for a walk but I’m turning back.”

“It’s not going to rain,” repeating, “it’s not going to rain. The weather forecast says it’s going to be hot on the weekend.”

“Hot?” She was looking up. “No, it looks dark. It’s going to rain.”

“It’s not going to rain. It’s dark because the sun is setting. There is no rain in the forecast for 4 days.”

“Really? No rain? But it’s cold…It’s going to rain.”

“It’s cold because you are in the shade. It’s going to be dry.”

She was incredulous. “Dry?”

“Yes.”

“No rain?”

“That’s right. No rain.”

She needed to believe it and continued on her walk.

treat yourself

bedtime reading

My asthma’s been acting up lately.

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Yes!

Hi Mum,
I thought you might like to see the roses I picked today. ūüôā
LOVE YOU!!!

feeling smug

Just when I’m feeling smug about having learned to control my emotions, staying well back from that emotional line,¬†someone I don’t expect – an old friend I’ve never had that kind of feeling for, becomes something more.
It happens in a moment.
I look at him and everything is different.
And then it’s too late.
What’s that about?
Don’t be smug.
The fast way out is an equal or greater emotional response. But how often does someone come along who is really special?

The emotion eventually dissipates, like particles evaporating from a black hole. It happens, but not before the end of the universe.

 

If you don’t see it coming, what chance do you have?

martinis, the dirty kind

The Marina Del Rey Cheesecake Factory is entirely to blame for my current addiction. It was there on a dark and stormy night* last December where I first experienced the exquisite martini made dirty by blue cheese stuffed olives.

Never had I expected to consider any other martini but the classic:  Gin or vodka and vermouth, several pristine olives, preferably green queens, marinating in the crystal liquid.

Dirty martinis were an aberration, muddying what nature intended as sparkling and pure. The riff raft who ordered them were the very same vulgarians who call anything added to vodka in a stem glass a martini – lemon drop “martinis”, espresso “martinis”, for the tea lovers Earl Grey “martinis.”

Maybe it was the 2-hour wait to deboard at LAX, navigating the chaotic terminal, something changed.  My normally rigid requirements loosened.

Soon enough, there it was.  Through the murky interior, 3 large green olives nestled inside the frosted glass. And I knew I had been waiting all my life for this deliciously sublime experience.

* Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford

pop out those pimentos or treat yourself to pitted olives from the deli bar

Mmmm

shaken not stirred

Cheers!