Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Victory For Glorious People's Party!


Looks like our Chinese Embassy issues may be solved. It would appear that they are in cahoots with a travel agency in the same block. After a few phone calls, I found that for a "processing fee" of 15 bucks per person, we can have our visas processed quite quickly without having to waste the pre-dawn hours standing in line for a number, and then waiting in the office all day for our number to be called. Not sure exactly how it works, or if the Chinese Government Web Crawler has auto-detected the negative tone of my previous post, but we're going to drop them off at the agency next week and hope for the best.

To celebrate, I'm making a curry tonight from some of the whole roasted pig we roasted in August, and some of our homegrown tomatoes. A porky vindaloo, if you will. We do an annual whole pig roast each August, and invite close to 100 people. There's a keg of beer, beans, cornbread, and slaw for all. Each year has a theme with accompanying artwork on the invitation. There's been "Day Of Pigs", "Piggy Stardust", "Hog Day Afternoon", "Pjork", and "The Duke of Pork". This year's roast was entitled "Days of Swine And Hosers". The picture you see is the art for this years invite. For our American friends who might not get the visual reference, the 3 miscreants (Hosers) pictured are the Trailer Park Boys, which is a bit of a cult TV show in Canada. Great fun, and highly reminiscent of some the people I grew up with in Burnaby!

3 comments:

James Glave said...

Dude you grew up in Burnaby? Whoah, me too. The wilds of Capitol Hill... Suffered though St. Thomas Moore for a few years, then swapped over to Burnaby North. Where your hood at?

Rob Bailey said...

I lived in North Burnaby (Halifax and Fell) all my childhood and teens. Went to Kensington and Bby North. THen I moved out and rented a house at 134 North Hythe on Capitol Hill for nearly a year. Its an empty lot now. The hippie years. This sounds worthy of a beer...

James Glave said...

We were neighbors. I grew up at 5 S. Hythe, the house on the SW corner of Hythe and Dundas. My dad probably called the cops on you noisy hippy renters blasting the jefferson airplane up the street all night. How cool is that?