i have killed myself to death
My weekend was nuts. NUTS.
Wiggedy-WERD: This is going to be a long one.
Friday:
I went to the dentist. They informed me that I need my wisdom teeth out. Then I went to the gym. Yay me! I went home and got ready in a flash. I was only 10 minutes late to the party.
Despite the fact that I knew I had to drive to Toronto and back the next day, I decided to throw caution to the wind and get drunk. I managed to hit that perfect point where you are drunk and silly and not shy anymore but not sick and spinny. We went to Stella's and the place was DEAD. Which just gave us more room on the dance floor. T was acting hilarious, I'd forgotten how much fun it was to go out drinking with her. Eventually we left the bar and walked to a pizza place. T decided to start a water fight with me and we both ended up sopping wet on the sidewalk, laughing our heads off. Good times. We cabbed it home and I downed an entire water bottle. I'd forgotten my pyjamas ("With all the craziness and confusion and mishegoss of packing, I forgot to pack!") so I had to borrow T's. I think we fell asleep around 3:00.
T's dog slept on my feet the entire night. I woke up at 5 am to her other dog licking my face. I drank another water bottle and took 2 advil and went back to sleep and hoped for the best. Because hangover + 3 hours in the car = BLECH.
Saturday:
We all woke up in various states of disarray in T's living room at around 8am. I was happy to find that my pre-emptive strike against hangovers worked. We got breakfast from Tim Horton's and I headed home around 10. I unpacked and changed and headed right out again to Robyn's (roxy-fondue). The drive was okay, it was one of those times where the radio was being good to me and playing things I could sing along to. I was tired. I got to Robyn's and she made me lunch while we watched Gilmore Girls, and I was just so happy to be sitting on my ass. Then we headed to the airport to pick up my mom. She had big news:
My mom is engaged to her Cuban boyfriend. She's getting married December 26th.
I drove home, had dinner with D, and then fell asleep for about an hour. Then Robyn and S&M came over. We watched some TV, and then us girls hit Tim Horton's. It looks like a Starbucks in there now, it's weird. We ended the night with a poker game, which I won of course because I always win unless we are playing for money.
D and I went to bed around 3:00, but did not actually go to sleep. We laid there talking for hours and hours... something we haven't done in ages. I eventually checked the clock when curiousity got the best of me, and it was 7:30 am and we still had not gone to sleep yet.
Sunday:
D and I finally went to sleep around 8:00, and my alarm went off at 10. I kept hitting the snooze, even though I was supposed to pick S up at 10:30. I finally got up and made it to her house by 10:45. We picked up Robyn and headed up to Toronto again. We stopped along the way and I ate a McDonald's hamburger. This would be the only thing I ate all day until dinner. We got to Robyn's place and headed to the Eaton Centre. We did the entire mall, but the 3 of us only bought something at the first store we hit: H&M. I bought a green sweater.
By this time we were DYING of hunger, so we met up with our friends T&V, and TSM, and one of his friends, and we all hit up the Pickle Barrel for dinner. We were waiting outside for T&V to show up, and they had an ad for the Spanish Paella, which ruined me for other meal options so I had to order that. It was FABULOUS. I also ordered a strawberry smoothie - I went all out. Did I mention that it was FABULOUS?? We walked back to Robyn's to digest, and then later we went to Cafe Demetre where S and I shared a strawberry crepe with chocolate ice cream, and though I was still pretty full from dinner, I could not shovel that crepe into my maw fast enough because it was just that good.
We left Robyn's at around 10:00 and made the drive home. By this time I felt like a walking zombie, considering the fact that: a) I had a total of 7 hours sleep in the last two nights and b) I was stuffed so full of food I thought I'd burst. S was in bad shape too, she had a cold that was getting progressively worse throughout the day. The whole way home we were both like "I just can't wait to get home!" I got home at 11:30. D wanted me to stay up and watch Family Guy with him but I just couldn't do it and fell asleep on the couch. I do not even remember changing into my pyjamas or going to bed.
Monday:
I had to get up for work at 7:10. I heard the alarm and assessed my body. I decided there was no way in hell that I would be able to get through the work day without literally falling asleep with my head on the keyboard. So I sent an email to work saying that I wasn't feeling well (true, I felt like I'd been hit by a truck) and that I wasn't coming in. I went back to bed and slept until 12:30.
I woke up and lazed on the couch until 4:00, and then D and I went to the gym. I was still feeling pretty dead, so I eased up on myself and did 10 minutes on the elliptical instead of a run on the treadmill. I did not ease up on my weights or abs though... I have to draw the line somewhere. After my workout and shower I felt about a million times better. We had steak and potatoes for dinner. I hemmed the waistbands of my new pants (yay, they fit now and I don't need a belt!) and watched TV. I went to bed last night at 11:30.
Phew. I think that is my longest entry ever. It took me over a half hour to type it! Hooray for passing the time at work.
I am exhausted. Also, I am broke and tired and just want to be a homebody for at least the next week or so. I had so much fun this weekend but I am definitely ready for some pyjama-wearing couch-lounging with D!
Wiggedy-WERD: This is going to be a long one.
Friday:
I went to the dentist. They informed me that I need my wisdom teeth out. Then I went to the gym. Yay me! I went home and got ready in a flash. I was only 10 minutes late to the party.
Despite the fact that I knew I had to drive to Toronto and back the next day, I decided to throw caution to the wind and get drunk. I managed to hit that perfect point where you are drunk and silly and not shy anymore but not sick and spinny. We went to Stella's and the place was DEAD. Which just gave us more room on the dance floor. T was acting hilarious, I'd forgotten how much fun it was to go out drinking with her. Eventually we left the bar and walked to a pizza place. T decided to start a water fight with me and we both ended up sopping wet on the sidewalk, laughing our heads off. Good times. We cabbed it home and I downed an entire water bottle. I'd forgotten my pyjamas ("With all the craziness and confusion and mishegoss of packing, I forgot to pack!") so I had to borrow T's. I think we fell asleep around 3:00.
T's dog slept on my feet the entire night. I woke up at 5 am to her other dog licking my face. I drank another water bottle and took 2 advil and went back to sleep and hoped for the best. Because hangover + 3 hours in the car = BLECH.
Saturday:
We all woke up in various states of disarray in T's living room at around 8am. I was happy to find that my pre-emptive strike against hangovers worked. We got breakfast from Tim Horton's and I headed home around 10. I unpacked and changed and headed right out again to Robyn's (roxy-fondue). The drive was okay, it was one of those times where the radio was being good to me and playing things I could sing along to. I was tired. I got to Robyn's and she made me lunch while we watched Gilmore Girls, and I was just so happy to be sitting on my ass. Then we headed to the airport to pick up my mom. She had big news:
My mom is engaged to her Cuban boyfriend. She's getting married December 26th.
I drove home, had dinner with D, and then fell asleep for about an hour. Then Robyn and S&M came over. We watched some TV, and then us girls hit Tim Horton's. It looks like a Starbucks in there now, it's weird. We ended the night with a poker game, which I won of course because I always win unless we are playing for money.
D and I went to bed around 3:00, but did not actually go to sleep. We laid there talking for hours and hours... something we haven't done in ages. I eventually checked the clock when curiousity got the best of me, and it was 7:30 am and we still had not gone to sleep yet.
Sunday:
D and I finally went to sleep around 8:00, and my alarm went off at 10. I kept hitting the snooze, even though I was supposed to pick S up at 10:30. I finally got up and made it to her house by 10:45. We picked up Robyn and headed up to Toronto again. We stopped along the way and I ate a McDonald's hamburger. This would be the only thing I ate all day until dinner. We got to Robyn's place and headed to the Eaton Centre. We did the entire mall, but the 3 of us only bought something at the first store we hit: H&M. I bought a green sweater.
By this time we were DYING of hunger, so we met up with our friends T&V, and TSM, and one of his friends, and we all hit up the Pickle Barrel for dinner. We were waiting outside for T&V to show up, and they had an ad for the Spanish Paella, which ruined me for other meal options so I had to order that. It was FABULOUS. I also ordered a strawberry smoothie - I went all out. Did I mention that it was FABULOUS?? We walked back to Robyn's to digest, and then later we went to Cafe Demetre where S and I shared a strawberry crepe with chocolate ice cream, and though I was still pretty full from dinner, I could not shovel that crepe into my maw fast enough because it was just that good.
We left Robyn's at around 10:00 and made the drive home. By this time I felt like a walking zombie, considering the fact that: a) I had a total of 7 hours sleep in the last two nights and b) I was stuffed so full of food I thought I'd burst. S was in bad shape too, she had a cold that was getting progressively worse throughout the day. The whole way home we were both like "I just can't wait to get home!" I got home at 11:30. D wanted me to stay up and watch Family Guy with him but I just couldn't do it and fell asleep on the couch. I do not even remember changing into my pyjamas or going to bed.
Monday:
I had to get up for work at 7:10. I heard the alarm and assessed my body. I decided there was no way in hell that I would be able to get through the work day without literally falling asleep with my head on the keyboard. So I sent an email to work saying that I wasn't feeling well (true, I felt like I'd been hit by a truck) and that I wasn't coming in. I went back to bed and slept until 12:30.
I woke up and lazed on the couch until 4:00, and then D and I went to the gym. I was still feeling pretty dead, so I eased up on myself and did 10 minutes on the elliptical instead of a run on the treadmill. I did not ease up on my weights or abs though... I have to draw the line somewhere. After my workout and shower I felt about a million times better. We had steak and potatoes for dinner. I hemmed the waistbands of my new pants (yay, they fit now and I don't need a belt!) and watched TV. I went to bed last night at 11:30.
Phew. I think that is my longest entry ever. It took me over a half hour to type it! Hooray for passing the time at work.
I am exhausted. Also, I am broke and tired and just want to be a homebody for at least the next week or so. I had so much fun this weekend but I am definitely ready for some pyjama-wearing couch-lounging with D!