lost

I don’t lose things. In fact, I’m one of those obnoxious people who know where everything is – I can tell you where your keys are, where you left your wallet, the location of that one thing you had that time at the place. I know where all my stuff is, and most likely yours. I am the Google of the household.

So it makes it that much more hard to accept when I actually do lose something and can’t for the life of me find it, regardless of how many times I tear the house apart.

In the last three months or so I lost my favourite necklace. No idea what happened to it; it just vanished. Gone. Nowhere to be found. I’m fucking choked about it; it was my favourite necklace and a gift from Ed and I wore it often. I took it off after work one day, and it disappeared into the void. I’ve looked *everywhere*, and the only thing I can think of is that a cat – most likely Lemon – batted it off whatever surface I placed it on, and it landed in the garbage or laundry bag or pile of stuff to be donated, and it’s gone forever. It makes my stomach hurt to think that, but I just can’t find it.

And if I feel that badly over losing a silver necklace, just think how delighted I am that I absolutely cannot find my wedding band anywhere in the house. I know I took it off one day *after* I had taken off the rest of my jewellery, then placed it on some surface that is not my desk. I’ve spent the better part of the week searching for it, and tonight saw me on my hands and knees with a dustbuster and a flashlight. No luck. Can’t find it. Losing a necklace is one thing, but this is my fucking wedding band and I’m worried I’ll never find it and .. fuck.

This sucks.

Oh, and naturally because I’m starting to lose things, I immediately assume I have Alzheimer’s. Being a melodramatic hypochondriac is not nearly all it’s cracked up to be.

UPDATE: Still no luck finding my wedding band, but Ed found my missing necklace under the couch, wrapped around a Zombie Ninja. YAY! One down, one to go!

getting classy up in here

In my many years at the helm of this e-boat, I’ve been lucky enough to have some pretty cool things come my way. I’ve received free smoothies from the best joint in town, been given delicious chocolate in startling quantities, met more fabulous people than I can shake one of my many sticks at, and annexed a fancy new Zune for my nerdy enjoyment – just to name a few. Today, one more jewel will be added to the shiny crown of my hilarious empire: Delicious Juice Dot Com has been invited to attend the opera.

You read that right – the *opera*.

Yes, *this* Delicious Juice Dot Com.

No, I am not shitting you. I have been invited – quite possibly *cordially* invited; opera is some high-class stuff – to attend the Vancouver Opera‘s performance of Carmen later this month.

Heeee!

The Vancouver Opera, wishing to reach out to Vancouver’s many hipsters and technodorks, is hosting a Blogger Night on Tuesday, January 27th. The delightful Ling (I met her last night, which is how I know she is delightful) confessed to reading my blog, and chose *me* to sit amongst Vancouver’s blogging elite on the night of the opera. I am verklempt with delight!

Seriously, I am SO EXCITED about this for many reasons, some of which I will share with you now:

  • Being invited to something special is such an awesome feeling! I feel so .. so .. significant! I get to sit with the cool kids!
  • Not only do I get to go to the opera, I get to go to the opera with my LAPTOP as we will be blogging before, during the intermission, and after the performance. This is so completely awesome and nerdy that I can hardly contain myself
  • AT LAST – AN EXCUSE TO DRESS UP AND WEAR A TIARA!

The first two points are weighty unto themselves, but the third – that’s the one that’s really making me giggle with delight.

I’ve often bemoaned my lack of opportunities to dress up and get fancy with my round self. I’m a big advocate of playing dressup for no other reason than it being Tuesday, but there’s something missing. Yes, you’re all dolled up and you’re gorgeous and you wouldn’t look out of place in a cell phone commercial, but at the end of the day you’re just going to end up at home sitting around in your underwear with your hand down a bag of chips (literal, not proverbial). Having an Event to Attend gives the act of playing dressup a whole new dimension – I’m not wearing heels because I had a bowl of danger for breakfast; *I* am going to the *opera*!

I’ve never been to an opera before! Will I need opera glasses? Should I switch my browser to Opera? Is it time to carry out a construction project in Ancient Rome? Where does the Oscillation Project with Emulsion-tRacking Apparatus fit into all of this? There’s so much to learn – it’s time to do some research; I’m going to do this opera thing some justice!