You've reached the end of the blog.

Lucky Jodi is ready to leave the confines of this blog! Luck's back. To whomever dropped it off on my doorstep: thanks.

*Curtain falls on blog*

GIVE ME MY LUCK BACK NOW

Okay. I'm done playing. I am about to get quite agressive about recovering my luck. I don't want to rely on my cleverness or charm or good looks. I want my luck back. Watch out Luck Stealer, watch out.

Club Lucky Review

Club Lucky is in the middle of the club district (on John Street across from Hooters) but it's kind of hidden, or at least, none of us had ever noticed it before. The name is a bit of a misnomer... first of all, it's a restaurant not a club, and second of all it wasn't lucky. I can deal with a restaurant calling itself a club, but the not being lucky thing is really disappointing because of course I wasn't really there for the scallops (yummy), the bruschetta (so-so), or the grilled calamari (rubbery, not impressive, especially considering it was a special), clearly I was there looking for luck. And even though the servers were attentive, charming, and I gotta say, kinda hot, Club Lucky doesn't have draft beer (what?! In Toronto? how unlucky is that for this chick?) and nothing really lucky happened. In fact things got a bit unlucky if anything. While we were at Club Lucky, Brian got a call saying his grandma-in-law fell down so he had to ditch us for the hospital, plus, later in the night (granted, not at Club Lucky, but still) I lost a challenge to a guy named Tom-oops-Ben. Damn I hate losing. So Club Lucky, not so lucky.

Out of a possible 7 rabbit's feet, Club Lucky gets a 3 from Lucky Jodi.

I have a feeling that Lucky Dragon will do better. I mean they have draft beer (cold tea, hee-hee) and fortune cookies.

Lucky Alberta

It was as great as it was supposed to be. The first weekend of the Spring BreakOUT tour was very screamy. Phew. This is what Calgary's event looked like...



Next stop Lucky(?) Newfoundland and Halifax.

Lucky Toronto Restaurant Reviewers Wanted

Clearly I need to review the two "Lucky" restaurants in Toronto:
1. Lucky Dragon on Spadina, which apparently is known for its "cold tea" service (if you've never done the cold tea thing you absolutely have to; it's hilarious).
2. Club Lucky on John St.

Who's in?

I'm a Pig. It's my Year.

Happy Chinese New Year. It's the Year of the Pig. That's my year! Since it only comes around once every 12 years, I fully expect it to be a lucky time for me! Yessss, luck!

Here's a description of the Pig. Of course I have substituted "Jodi" for "Pig" throughout. The blog isn't called Lucky Pig is it? Well then....

Jodi is a fun and enlightening personality blessed with patience and understanding. Jodi enjoys life and all it has to offer, including family and friends. She is honest and thoughtful and expects the same of other people. Jodi can be perceived as oblivious or gullible because she does care about others so much that she will do just about anything for a friend in need.

There's more! Apparently I'm a "Metal Pig" because of the specific year I was born... Metal Pig. That's hilarious.

THE METAL PIG-I-MEAN-JODI

Outspoken and confident, Metal Jodi gives 110% for everything she does. She throws herself into relationships with others completely, sometimes to a fault. She is headstrong and diligent in the workplace, honest and caring in a relationship and trustworthy with everyone she meets unless given reason not to be. Metal Jodi usually gives people more credit than they deserve but when challenged can be a hard nut to crack.

Metal Jodi's not too far off. What do you think?

Mystery Gift

Today I received a small yellow bubble pack at work. It had no return address. I opened it and shook out the contents expecting a CD, a DVD, an I-dunno-something-else-I-might-receive-at-work, but what I shook out was a small, hinged pill box with the eiffel tower on the cover plus a red-foiled chocolate heart. There was no note, card, nothing. I called a usual suspect or two, but nope, wasn't them. So, I've got a mysterious Valentine's day gift. For the record, I think Valentine's Day is retarded and I never, ever celebrate. That being said, mysterious packages are about the coolest thing ever so lucky me!