I had the best weekend!
The weather was a little cooler, which was a nice break from the constant, unleavened heat of the past few weeks. I met Hugh for lunch after work on Friday (summer hours at the office means I get off work at 1230 on Fridays), and we decided to eschew our movie-going plans in favour of a concert that was happening north of the GTA. We took Hugh's motorcycle! I love the ride up (it stopped being scary after just a couple of minutes). Yeah, I'm awesome. The concert was great- good music, kind of small townish (it reminded me of Bayfest back in the Sarn), good food, and, for some reason, apparently every cop in the greater York region. We think they were trying to justify their budget or something. They even did a fly-by with a helicopter. There were like, 200 people there; I've seen bigger weddings, seriously.
Everything about the night was great, except it got kinda chilly once the sun went down, and since Hugh and I had to take the bike all the way back, we left early, before it could get even colder. And, as fun as the bike was on the way there, it was not as fun on the way back. See, you can't wear glasses with a motorcycle helmet, and while I can see okay in daylight without my glasses on (things are fuzzy, but I can still tell what I'm looking at), this is not the case at night. At night, without my glasses, I am much closer to blind. This makes for an uncomfortable ride on a bike. Regardless to say, as fun as the day was, I was happy to get home.
Saturday I met up with an old friend (like, from elementary school), who is living in the city for the summer. We had a great time; we met up at St. Lawrence Market, where I learned that I cannot go to a market and not buy something. So I ended up with something random (leeks) hat I'd never cooked before and had no idea what to do with. Then we went out for lunch, talked for several hours, and agreed that we'd have to see each other again, soon.
Sunday I did domestic things, including making Mushroom and Leek risotto (had to do something with those leeks) that turned out awesome.
I'm terribly pleased with how my weekend turned out- now, if only the week will follow this trend.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Good times
It's annoying; I sit on the bus, or at my desk at work, or somewhere, and I think of blogs I want to write, or emails to family or Lauren, and then when I'm home there's always some other thing to do that steals my attention away, like the beading project I'm thisclose to finishing, or the chores I have to do or the books I'm reading or whatever. Suffice it to say that when I'm not writing, I'm often thinking about it. Which isn't much good to you, I understand, but there that is, nevertheless.
I've had a busy month. I've spent a lot of time out with friends, like movies and shopping with the girls from work, and book club, and dinners, and nights out with Hugh and his medschool entourage. I made a new friend in Hugh's roommate's girlfriend, and tonight I was out at a restaurant/lounge downtown to celebrate Andrew (from book club)'s birthday. There were about twenty people there, and when the night started, I knew four of them. It was interesting, meeting all those people from different parts of this one friend's life. Kind of mindboggling to think of the networks of people you're linked to by association (like if everyone got together twenty of their own friends, how huge that group would get, fast). It's a little pyramid-schemey to think about, but it also makes that 'nine degrees of separation' thing seem infinitely plausible.
I'm being weird.
Tonight was fun, though one of the best parts of the night was complaining about the restaurant in the car on the way home. The places downtown are largely like this one was; badly verbose prose-y menu that's trying too hard to be snooty, overpriced food whose quantity and caliber is not worth the cash you lay down for it, unaccommodating wait staff that aren't worth the gratuity you're strapped to cause they included it on the bill, and as soon as 10pm hits, the music gets jacked up so loud you can't hear yourself scream, and suddenly the place is 'standing room only' and the entryway is clogged with a cloud of smokers who are loitering out front, having conversations with their girlfriends and gesturing wildly with lit cigarettes in their hands. We had fun joking about how fun it would be to get lit on fire on the way out of the restaurant, too.
Not to mention, as soon as you go downtown, everyone is nuts. Walking to the restaurant (in daylight), some guy growled as me from the bushes beside the sidewalk. Full-on snarled. I would have been scared except there was another group of guys right beside at the time. Consequently, as I passed said group of guys, one of them asked me to rate one of his friends' ass. I gave him a six. I told you, everyone downtown is crazy.
Helped Mom pick out a couch today, made possible despite distance by cellphone and Internet at once. It was fun, and she likes that we've found a way to make it possible for me to help her shop. I'm looking forward to being there in August. Actually, that's where a lot of my focus is going these days. I'm making plans and trying to get things organized. It's still a ways away, and a trip like this really doesn't take much planning anyway, but I think I'm getting the jones to get out of the city again, and that's why I'm focusing so hard on this BC trip. I've found that while I like Toronto, it's good to get out of the city periodically; it keeps you sane. I would try and find a weekend to go to Orangeville, except Kev's pretty busy these days. This weekend he's off camping, and kiteboarding with Mark. I hope they're having fun- it's a great weekend for it, nothing but clear, warm weather for weeks now. I would have gone with them except I've put myself on a $ spending diet for the moment. Irregardless that the act that brought on this sudden urge for me to clamp down on the wallet was the splurgey, somewhat extravagant purchase of a gorgeous, wonderful, had-to-have-it Matt&Nat bag. We'll also ignore the fact that it's my second M&N bag bought in as many months. No more!
Anyways, tomorrow is another minor errands and cleaning day. It's annoying how much stuff you need to do when you're on your own, just to keep everything going. Like, when I was living with Mom, she did most of the grocery shopping, and I'd do most of the laundry, and we kind of shared the cleaning (I'm taking poetic licence here, Mom). But on your own, you have to do it all; the shopping, the cleaning, the laundry...everything. It's friggin tiring, man!
Anyways, as always, there's more to say, about how Laur's doing- she's in Thailand, now- and dinners and Cranium tournaments with Steven and the brother and the Robins (I've created a set of monsters, I swear), and about how the brother is doing (redid his kitchen counter, promptly ruined it, then fixed it and now everything's cool)...but I have neither the energy nor the time. I'm going to go have a peanut butter sandwich, to fill me up after that $20 undressed salad I got downtown, then watch IronChef and head to bed. Good times.
I've had a busy month. I've spent a lot of time out with friends, like movies and shopping with the girls from work, and book club, and dinners, and nights out with Hugh and his medschool entourage. I made a new friend in Hugh's roommate's girlfriend, and tonight I was out at a restaurant/lounge downtown to celebrate Andrew (from book club)'s birthday. There were about twenty people there, and when the night started, I knew four of them. It was interesting, meeting all those people from different parts of this one friend's life. Kind of mindboggling to think of the networks of people you're linked to by association (like if everyone got together twenty of their own friends, how huge that group would get, fast). It's a little pyramid-schemey to think about, but it also makes that 'nine degrees of separation' thing seem infinitely plausible.
I'm being weird.
Tonight was fun, though one of the best parts of the night was complaining about the restaurant in the car on the way home. The places downtown are largely like this one was; badly verbose prose-y menu that's trying too hard to be snooty, overpriced food whose quantity and caliber is not worth the cash you lay down for it, unaccommodating wait staff that aren't worth the gratuity you're strapped to cause they included it on the bill, and as soon as 10pm hits, the music gets jacked up so loud you can't hear yourself scream, and suddenly the place is 'standing room only' and the entryway is clogged with a cloud of smokers who are loitering out front, having conversations with their girlfriends and gesturing wildly with lit cigarettes in their hands. We had fun joking about how fun it would be to get lit on fire on the way out of the restaurant, too.
Not to mention, as soon as you go downtown, everyone is nuts. Walking to the restaurant (in daylight), some guy growled as me from the bushes beside the sidewalk. Full-on snarled. I would have been scared except there was another group of guys right beside at the time. Consequently, as I passed said group of guys, one of them asked me to rate one of his friends' ass. I gave him a six. I told you, everyone downtown is crazy.
Helped Mom pick out a couch today, made possible despite distance by cellphone and Internet at once. It was fun, and she likes that we've found a way to make it possible for me to help her shop. I'm looking forward to being there in August. Actually, that's where a lot of my focus is going these days. I'm making plans and trying to get things organized. It's still a ways away, and a trip like this really doesn't take much planning anyway, but I think I'm getting the jones to get out of the city again, and that's why I'm focusing so hard on this BC trip. I've found that while I like Toronto, it's good to get out of the city periodically; it keeps you sane. I would try and find a weekend to go to Orangeville, except Kev's pretty busy these days. This weekend he's off camping, and kiteboarding with Mark. I hope they're having fun- it's a great weekend for it, nothing but clear, warm weather for weeks now. I would have gone with them except I've put myself on a $ spending diet for the moment. Irregardless that the act that brought on this sudden urge for me to clamp down on the wallet was the splurgey, somewhat extravagant purchase of a gorgeous, wonderful, had-to-have-it Matt&Nat bag. We'll also ignore the fact that it's my second M&N bag bought in as many months. No more!
Anyways, tomorrow is another minor errands and cleaning day. It's annoying how much stuff you need to do when you're on your own, just to keep everything going. Like, when I was living with Mom, she did most of the grocery shopping, and I'd do most of the laundry, and we kind of shared the cleaning (I'm taking poetic licence here, Mom). But on your own, you have to do it all; the shopping, the cleaning, the laundry...everything. It's friggin tiring, man!
Anyways, as always, there's more to say, about how Laur's doing- she's in Thailand, now- and dinners and Cranium tournaments with Steven and the brother and the Robins (I've created a set of monsters, I swear), and about how the brother is doing (redid his kitchen counter, promptly ruined it, then fixed it and now everything's cool)...but I have neither the energy nor the time. I'm going to go have a peanut butter sandwich, to fill me up after that $20 undressed salad I got downtown, then watch IronChef and head to bed. Good times.
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