Back from Fucktown

Well, I have survived. I've safely returned from another wild weekend in F'ton. lol Wild may be a stretch, but it was more eventful than the last few weeks I've spent here. That's for sure.

The birthday party on Saturday went well. I worked my "unapproachable" snotty demeanor as to avoid the repetitive questioning about what I'm doing in Halifax, where I'm working... and the ever-popular "so, when are you going to get married?". That never seems to fail me. lol It was a long afternoon and a pleasant reminder that my craziness is hereditary. I have an entire family tree backing that up.

Aside from my grandfather's 90th birthday party I really didn't accomplish much this weekend. I spent most of it with Sandra and her boyfriend and didn't go out. I must say, she has that poor young boy by the balls. haha
It was quite convenient having him at her beckoned call though. He was conveniently available to:
a) drive us to/from the liquor store (and anywhere else we decided we needed to go)
b) pick us up when we're trashed and don't feel like cabbing it home
c) make breakfast
d) have dinner ready when she's off work and generally wait on her hand and foot. lol

She should start charging for lessons because this cougar knows what she's doing! He literally calls her to ask if she wants him to do things for her. How has she managed this? I doubt that I'll even be so lucky. I appear to be having a hard enough time getting people to call me. Period. lol

Their plan is to move to Kelowna later this spring in search of better job opportunities. I'm sure things will work out, although I still think she needs to move here instead. BOO!