h2o weekend
the polls are in: this weekend kicked ass. i took the ferry out to victoria, on which the usual conversation beginning with 'do you have a lighter? (yes) thanks, do you have papers? (yes) you want to smoke a spliff? (yes)' occurred. a german dude with a lisp named mike scoped out the perfect spot on the boat to be during the sunset. photos ensued. oh, yes, they ensued and ensued. mom was out from ontario, so i met her at the terminal. she and i had a particularily engaging visit (which is pretty cool, as time spent with her is usually pretty sweet). my aunt and uncle hurled a 'hi' at me as i got in, then disappeared upstairs to watch survivor. (i'll leave that one alone. i've stabbed at reality tv enough. as far as i'm concerned, it's an unfortunately still-thriving, bloody multiple-stab-wound victim). friday we went out on my uncle's 42ft yacht for a spin around some islands. man, has he got it hooked up. it's got 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. again, photos ensued. sweet meal followed sweet meal. garage saling yielded a vinyl copy of charlie and the chocolate factory read by roald dahl himself, and a copy of the celestine prophecy. one of those books whose concepts i've thought about, and considered a great deal, but not to the depth that it discusses. pancakes and scrabble and wine and the art gallery and christ i'm a nerd.
crunch time: philosophy exam in two days...
crunch time: philosophy exam in two days...