My Grown-Up Xmas Wish
Today I got up at 1pm. I have discovered that with the blinds shut it would be quite feasible to NEVER wake up, were it not for loud roommates. It's like a cave, really. I love it.
I awoke to the smell of a fantastic breakfast, which had been made for me several hours earlier. Waffles, sausages, coffee and juice. What more could you ask for really?
So last night Darcy and I went over to the guys place for a bit to drink and hang out before heading to the bar to snub his ex and to be as emotionally and physically unapproachable as possible. At about midnight, nearing our departure time, we received a call from Megan who was anxious to leave her friends party. Apparently she had enough "couples" time. haha I can totally understand though. There is nothing I hate more than being solo and spending my evening in witness to a horrid PDA. That girl needs a guy, pronto. This is my grown-up xmas wish you could say... and I'm going to find her one. The alternative is cleaning up dog shit.
So, Darcy and I abandoned our scheme to ruin Jeff's ego and headed to Clayton Park to rescue our damsel in distress. Upon arrival we discovered a huge table filled with snacks, which we made quick work of, and one particularly drunk woman. No, this wasn't Megan oddly enough... it was her friend Belva, and she was leaps and bounds ahead of the rest in her sloppy, destructive persuit of ... what is it we're looking for? Regardless, it was one of the more entertaining evenings I've experienced since my arrival in Halifax.
I always feel for those married young parents who try to make the best of the one night they get to go out per month, or even year. They've somehow managed to pawn the children off on the grandparents, neighbours, siblings.. or even dropped them off at a friends door at the last minute as not to provide warning or an escape route. Now, they're off to pack as much fun into an 8 hour evening as they possibly can. The rest of the crowd, including her husband, were winding down, but she wasn't giving up without a fight. At 2am she was still begging us to go out to the bars -refusing to let her night of fun come to a disappointing end. Hilarious.
There was no leaving, so we decided that learning a new dance would be fun. As you can see here, Trilby was showing me the "Pretzel" which is one of the most confusing display of entangled limbs I've ever experienced. It clearly wasn't developed by a non-rythmic white dude fumbling with arms flailing destined to blacken their dance partner's eyes. I can't dance. I know this now.
I awoke to the smell of a fantastic breakfast, which had been made for me several hours earlier. Waffles, sausages, coffee and juice. What more could you ask for really?
So last night Darcy and I went over to the guys place for a bit to drink and hang out before heading to the bar to snub his ex and to be as emotionally and physically unapproachable as possible. At about midnight, nearing our departure time, we received a call from Megan who was anxious to leave her friends party. Apparently she had enough "couples" time. haha I can totally understand though. There is nothing I hate more than being solo and spending my evening in witness to a horrid PDA. That girl needs a guy, pronto. This is my grown-up xmas wish you could say... and I'm going to find her one. The alternative is cleaning up dog shit.
So, Darcy and I abandoned our scheme to ruin Jeff's ego and headed to Clayton Park to rescue our damsel in distress. Upon arrival we discovered a huge table filled with snacks, which we made quick work of, and one particularly drunk woman. No, this wasn't Megan oddly enough... it was her friend Belva, and she was leaps and bounds ahead of the rest in her sloppy, destructive persuit of ... what is it we're looking for? Regardless, it was one of the more entertaining evenings I've experienced since my arrival in Halifax.
I always feel for those married young parents who try to make the best of the one night they get to go out per month, or even year. They've somehow managed to pawn the children off on the grandparents, neighbours, siblings.. or even dropped them off at a friends door at the last minute as not to provide warning or an escape route. Now, they're off to pack as much fun into an 8 hour evening as they possibly can. The rest of the crowd, including her husband, were winding down, but she wasn't giving up without a fight. At 2am she was still begging us to go out to the bars -refusing to let her night of fun come to a disappointing end. Hilarious.
There was no leaving, so we decided that learning a new dance would be fun. As you can see here, Trilby was showing me the "Pretzel" which is one of the most confusing display of entangled limbs I've ever experienced. It clearly wasn't developed by a non-rythmic white dude fumbling with arms flailing destined to blacken their dance partner's eyes. I can't dance. I know this now.
posted by Jeff at 3:45 p.m.
1 Comments:
mmm. snacks.
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