Monday, March 07, 2005

Q & A

1.) What's your comfort food? I'd like to hear about the one meal (or snack, or dessert) that makes everything right in the world. Or, if you don't have one, is there any particular reason?

2.) Where's the furthest you've ever been from home?

3.) Tell me about something silly you've done after having a few drinks. C'mon, we all have our stories.

4.) Describe the last time you felt on top of the world, and everything was going your way.


At 4:22 p.m., Blogger Laura said...

1. I would have to say that my favourite comfort food is chocolate, or anything with chocolate in it.
2. The furthest I have been from home is Beijing, or possibly Thailand, not sure which is further.
3. Don't really have any drunk stories, I really don't, however, this morning I fell down the stairs, and it wasn't just a slip, I literally fell down the last five steps, very painful, and I was not even drunk...

At 5:02 p.m., Blogger JTL said...

1. My grandma makes a mean batch of ribs... the sauce is just perfect, they're incredibly tender, and they remind me of family gatherings around the big table. Haven't had them in years, but I'd kill for a plate full of 'em.

2. The northern suburbs of Stockholm. Not terribly far, I know, but man, do they talk funny over there.

3. I don't really get that ridiculously drunk anymore, to be honest. But something that comes to mind from UW days is chucking garbage bags full of shredded paper over the partial-walls of the main floor of the Davis Centre at about 2 in the morning, and hearing someone inside (ostensibly napping) getting hit by one and yelling, "Hey!". We sprinted out of there but-quick.

4. The day I came down to register for my courses in the M.Ed. program, it was sunny and warm and Friday. I'd learned that I was going to be paid not-too-shabbily for TAing a course taught by a guy I could probably call my professional mentor, and not having to do any marking... "Just show up to their classes and join their discussions; add your perspective." I walked out of McArthur Hall feeling like I'd just won the goddamn lottery.

At 6:43 p.m., Blogger Wandering Coyote said...

I like these ones!

1. I cannot, given my background, name just one comfort food. I love chocolate. I love salt - chips in particular. I love pizza. I love ice cream. If I had to name one meal that would make everything right, it would have to be something like a roast of chicken or turkey with all the trimmings.

2. Helsinki, Finland. Or, Syracuse on the southern tip of Sicily. I was living in Victoria at the time... I'm not sure which is further east, though Finland is pretty far north and Sicily pretty far south.

3. I got completely wasted one night back in my second year of uni. I was with a large group and we drank at the student union building before they renovated it and the pub was still in the basement. This isn't that silly, but I couldn't walk up the stairs when it was time to leave. I could barely crawl.

4. I cannot remember the last time I felt that way. Right now, if I make a successful mousse I'm high for at least half hour.

At 10:41 p.m., Blogger Riz said...

1. French Fries. So good. So dynamic. So yum.
2. The UK when I was 2 years old. That means I don't remember being there. If I had to pick somewhere I remember going I would say.... Mexico. Sad, yes.
3. My wreck the frec. I blanked out at about 10:00 after eating a bowl of 80% Vodka Jello-shooters and drinking a crap load of gin. I woke up without pants or my dinner (it was in the tub).
4. On top of the world? It's hard to pick times like that. I think the first time I drove my new car. I threw in the new crystal method cd and just gunned it around Toronto. It was great.

At 11:20 p.m., Blogger Channing said...

1. Poutine... and not just any poutine. Bubba's poutine in Kingston. I actually call it mass (as in it's a poutinous mass) and I ate it so much that the people who worked at Bubba's on King st. knew what I wanted when I ordered "a large mass".

2. Busan, South Korea.... Where I am right now. But strictly from an isolated standpoint, Alert, Canada was pretty far from home too.

3. So many stupid drunken stories... For example... One time, I kicked a hole in my bathroom wall becase I was trying to open the door. I was really drunk, was standing in the dark (too drunk to realize), had just fallen into the tub and turned the shower on myself accidentally and was trying to now leave the bathroom. In my drunken state I couldn't quite grasp the concept of "pull to open" and couldn't figure out why I couldn't push the door open. Obviously my roommate had locked me in (not). So in my rage/desperation, I started kicking the door blindly and ended up putting a hole in the drywall beside the door before my roommate came over and assisted me out of the washroom and into bed (or on the floor maybe... I don't remember).

4. There's been a few times in my life when I've felt like I was an unstoppable force that had everything going my way. One example is when my buddy Dan Ray and I hitch-hiked to a wedding in Cape Breton from Ottawa and managed to get a free plane ride home. Right now I also feel like the world is my oyster since I live for free in a palace in Korea, have a great job, am seeing a model and am scoring great deals at every turn.

At 2:09 a.m., Blogger Kelly said...

1) McDonald's. Aero bars. Doritos. French Fries.

2) Florida.

3) Pass out on a couch in EngSoc on Press Nite when I was Ass. Layout Editor. Sorry guys. To be fair, it was my birthday.

4) When I was training with Bernie's ice dancers (national level competitors and all much older than me) the summer after grade six.

At 11:10 a.m., Blogger Ryan said...

1.) The Tim Horton's Everything Bagel. Toasted, with Herb and Garlic cream cheese. Many a time I would be going to work at Zero-Dark-Stupid (slang for really early) and stop at Timmy's on the way in. It makes me happy (and hungry) just thinking about it.

2.) The trip I took to Indonesia with grade 9 travel club.

3.) Whoo... uh... hmm... this comment will be way too long if I tell the Tamarindo story. So instead, I'm going to talk about that one night in first year when the following happened: my floormates pushed me in a shopping cart down to the lake, we attempted to tie the shopping cart up in a tree, the police arrived and a footchase ensued, and ended with us coating the residence elevator with bubble wrap. Also, at some point that night, I took a big bite of a granola bar and announced that I was a granola fountain, and proceeded to blast wet granola chunks into the air.

4.) This happens a fair bit at work, actually, but I can't really go into that. As sappy as it sounds, I feel that way when I'm with Andrea. Don't tell her, though. I don't want her getting a big head over it. (I'm kidding... she knows.)


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