Friday night:
I had a super grumpy day at work, which translated into a super grumpy evening. G worked LATE so I was left to my own “devices”; also not good. I watched a couple of movies and finally gave up the fight at midnight and went to bed. What made me grumpy you ask? Not sure really. Lousy night’s sleep. Impending departure from my “life” for five weeks. Leaving G, L & M, and all my friends for a month is bitter sweet. Of course I’m looking forward to being in SF, doing the show and seeing all my peeps but at the same time it feels like majorly bad timing considering everything that’s going on; especially with my Dad.
Saturday:
What a fun day. Slept in til 10:30 (God I love the weekends) and then called J for breaky @ Boom. Wanker didn’t show up by 11:30 after telling him we wanted to go sooner rather than later so we headed over without him. He met us at the restaurant after dropping off some Cornwall Cheese in our mailbox. I know what you’re thinking: “Leaving the cheese outside, in your mailbox?! Isn’t it going to go bad?” Well according to J, Cornwall Cheese isn’t supposed to be kept in the fridge. It’s “out of fridge” cheese. And it’s heavenly cheese at that. Cornwall Cheese is a little squeaky when you chew it and I love it. J redeemed his tardy arrival by providing me some of the goodness.
After breakfast I got our stuff ready for Port Hope while G emptied the fridge. It was on the fritz and so we decided to defrost the freezer (G left a bottle of mineral water in there a while back, which exploded and left quite the mess. Apparently some of the vents to the fridge portion got clogged and frozen over so it wasn’t sending down the cold). I know, exciting stuff isn’t it.
So with an emptied fridge and an overflowing cooler of condiments, we headed out to the FIRST ANNUAL MASON HORSESHOE EXTRAVEGANZA. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, more for the promise of a day of margaritas than lawn games. We arrived around 3:30 and I got the blender going right away. I won’t go into all the gory details but I will tell you that although G was drinking beer, we both were “in the bag” by 8:30 and disappeared into our tent (the inaugural voyage for our fantastic Bugaboo Tent from Canadian Tire – brilliant wedding gift from the Mason’s & Georgiana) for the night. No funny stuff here folks, just good old fashioned drunken passing out!!!
Sunday:
Afterwards we had a nice dinner and a quick game of Scrotum…don’t ask and then it was time to head back home to the city. I tried with all my might to stay awake to keep G company but alas…I didn’t make it past Newtonville this time. Normally I can hold on until Oshawa but the emotional rollercoaster of the day took it out of me.
And that was the weekend. Super fun and super stressful. How can that be?
I had a super grumpy day at work, which translated into a super grumpy evening. G worked LATE so I was left to my own “devices”; also not good. I watched a couple of movies and finally gave up the fight at midnight and went to bed. What made me grumpy you ask? Not sure really. Lousy night’s sleep. Impending departure from my “life” for five weeks. Leaving G, L & M, and all my friends for a month is bitter sweet. Of course I’m looking forward to being in SF, doing the show and seeing all my peeps but at the same time it feels like majorly bad timing considering everything that’s going on; especially with my Dad.
Saturday:
What a fun day. Slept in til 10:30 (God I love the weekends) and then called J for breaky @ Boom. Wanker didn’t show up by 11:30 after telling him we wanted to go sooner rather than later so we headed over without him. He met us at the restaurant after dropping off some Cornwall Cheese in our mailbox. I know what you’re thinking: “Leaving the cheese outside, in your mailbox?! Isn’t it going to go bad?” Well according to J, Cornwall Cheese isn’t supposed to be kept in the fridge. It’s “out of fridge” cheese. And it’s heavenly cheese at that. Cornwall Cheese is a little squeaky when you chew it and I love it. J redeemed his tardy arrival by providing me some of the goodness.
After breakfast I got our stuff ready for Port Hope while G emptied the fridge. It was on the fritz and so we decided to defrost the freezer (G left a bottle of mineral water in there a while back, which exploded and left quite the mess. Apparently some of the vents to the fridge portion got clogged and frozen over so it wasn’t sending down the cold). I know, exciting stuff isn’t it.
So with an emptied fridge and an overflowing cooler of condiments, we headed out to the FIRST ANNUAL MASON HORSESHOE EXTRAVEGANZA. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, more for the promise of a day of margaritas than lawn games. We arrived around 3:30 and I got the blender going right away. I won’t go into all the gory details but I will tell you that although G was drinking beer, we both were “in the bag” by 8:30 and disappeared into our tent (the inaugural voyage for our fantastic Bugaboo Tent from Canadian Tire – brilliant wedding gift from the Mason’s & Georgiana) for the night. No funny stuff here folks, just good old fashioned drunken passing out!!!
Sunday:
At 3am when I woke up to take out my contact lenses, I was stricken with the worst headache and queasy belly. I thought for sure I was going to die. They don't call it "To-Kill-Ya" for nothing. I had a big glass of water and a couple of Liqui-Gel Advils and I’m telling ya…I was fine in the morning. I couldn’t believe it. I was a little low energy but no headache.
Didn’t stop me from sitting in Cat Pooh though. Funny story – read E’s telling of it.
In the afternoon I went to visit Dad and for whatever reason, the reality of the situation hit me harder than it normally does. To see him like he is now and realize how far he is from the man he was, just really got to me. I broke down as soon as I got into the car and cried all the way back to B&K’s. I talked to B about it and he acknowledged that it happens to him too. No rhyme or reason as to why it’s harder to take some days over others but at least I didn’t feel like I was a freak or anything.
Didn’t stop me from sitting in Cat Pooh though. Funny story – read E’s telling of it.
In the afternoon I went to visit Dad and for whatever reason, the reality of the situation hit me harder than it normally does. To see him like he is now and realize how far he is from the man he was, just really got to me. I broke down as soon as I got into the car and cried all the way back to B&K’s. I talked to B about it and he acknowledged that it happens to him too. No rhyme or reason as to why it’s harder to take some days over others but at least I didn’t feel like I was a freak or anything.
Afterwards we had a nice dinner and a quick game of Scrotum…don’t ask and then it was time to head back home to the city. I tried with all my might to stay awake to keep G company but alas…I didn’t make it past Newtonville this time. Normally I can hold on until Oshawa but the emotional rollercoaster of the day took it out of me.
And that was the weekend. Super fun and super stressful. How can that be?
2 comments:
don't the two always go hand-in-hand? (super fun and super stressful) maybe the stress makes the fun MORE fun, you know? enjoy your time in SF. my little brother lives there and LOVES it. he hardly ever leaves, the hermit.
Generally, those are my weekends too. Fun and stressful. GAH.
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