"In Soviet Russia, the car drives you..."
That is what the shirt this guy who came to my till at shoppers was wearing. It took me some time to read it then I chuckled and said, "nice t-shirt". I think it must of sounded sarcastic because he grunted in a: where-the-hell-do-you-get-off? type of way. I remained silent for the remainder of the transaction.
So on thursday I get a call from an old pal who suggested that we go on stroll after I got off work. We decided that he'd meet me at work since he lives close by and we would go from there. He picks me up and i'm probably all smelly from running around at team sports night for 3 hours I also have grass stains on my jeans and leaves in my hair from multiple falls and slides and collisions. Having not discussed where to go we just started walking down portage, caught up on life, stopped at fraser foods for slurpees (no toby) and wound up at assiniboine park. I don't know how long that took but time just whizzed by. then he was like "huh, we've walked for a long time" and looked down at his watch. So we turned back. and went home. this whole excurtion took about 3 hours and when I got home my body was still in go mode so I didn't get to bed until 4 reading (This week I read 3 books: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator (which is better) and the Joy Luck Club
Friday I woke up and my throat felt awful so i went to visit my quack of a doctor who told me that she misdiagnosed me the first time with strep and that she thought it was likely allergies causin the infection (i took to antibiotics for nothing). THen my mom called me and told me that we would be leaving that night for the wedding instead of in the morning and stay overnight and come home on sunday morning. so i missed the party and the jazz festival free shows! BAH!
After work last night I got picked up by this crazy taxi driver. He commented on the business of the parking lot saying (in a thick accent "Everyone in Canada getting seck! Too much secks!" I was very amused, when we got to portage in the midst of heavy traffic he goes: "Ooh la, la, this is real Canada Voodoo." He was a cool dude.
That was my unexciting weekend.