Stresses of the season

   Okay, in terms of Christmas we don't have much stress caused by it. We pick up a couple of presents and we are pretty much done. In fact we have honed down our obligations to few and far between.  We have dinner at my Nonna's Christmas eve, My parents' Christmas day. At some point I may or may not see my father, it depends on how paternal he feels a given year.
   Now Chris on the other hand has a set of obligations trying to draw him in. I feel like he is the Godfather.

This summer his best friend's older brother died.  Now C was out west for the funeral, but ever since then he has been after some pretty heavy pressure from their friends to get together and celebrate his life. Sounds nice, right? Except, the guy was 30 and drank himself into an early grave. As C says they will all be sitting around talking with awe about how he could party with the rest of them ignoring that it killed him, because that would be uncomfortable.

   Plus, other than Shawn he doesn't really talk to the rest of them since he stopped drinking.
Apparently that WAS the thing they had in common.

Chris got in at one

See, Thursday was a cool night. I am trying to save money when I can, so the window was open for the cool breeze rather than the air conditioning.  It was around 5:30ish when "Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonk."
This horn just started, and kept fucking going. I waited, five minutes before admitting defeat and that  spending a few hours in bed with C the morning he gets home was just not going to happen. So I put on a pot of coffee for a change. Yep, it is the big change up when I go from my single serve Tassimo to the big coffee pot.
So it was not a great homecoming. But today we went to a rodeo with my friend Mel from school. Tomorrow we are having a barbecue at Kay's.  Yay for me, my personal designated driver is home, I can drink again!

Yeah, that special moment you know you are keeping him.

On Monday we are going to Wild Water Works with Ali and Kate. I am starting to wonder if I will get any one on one time with him on these weeks. 

A broken wrist versus a broken nail...

   Okay, so we went to a stag party on Friday night.  People were totally shit-faced.  So C and I were sitting on the side of the balcony.  One of the shitfaced masses fell into my stool knocking me forward into the table. The table which was metal came down until it stopped on the metal railing of the balcony.  Our ears were spared the horrendous noise of metal on metal by C's arm.  There was however  a very loud snap of bone on metal.  There is nothing quite like being slightly more than slightly drunk in the emergency waiting room.  Anyway, today C has to go to get on his hard cast.
   Thankfully the story ends that no one else was hurt.  Except for Ali.  It was Sunday morning she whined at me that she broke a nail.  So every time C complains about his wrist I just tell him to think of poor Ali's manicure.

What the FUCK were they thinking?

So, went to the water park yesterday.  There are things I just don't get.  One of those is this seeming need society has to sexualize young children.  tiny bikinis on young girls.... WTF is up with that?  But the worst one was this kid about seven or eight.  She not only had on one of those bikinis, but wore a shirt over it that proclaimed: "YEAH, I know you want this" in bright pink.  What the hell are the parents thinking?  And no, this is not about child predators or any of that shit, because pedophiles do not need or wait for invitation, but what kind of self worth are you generating your daughter?  That she is valuable so long as people think she is attractive.  Ugh, I'm so glad I'll never be a parent.  My kid would so hate me.

Anyway, about 2 hours in it started thundering and lightening, so we went to the movies.  The Dark Knight Rises.  Theatre was packed, even though it was a matinee.  C and I managed to find seats together, but Jake was a couple rows up, and Mark was way on the other side of the Theatre.  The movie was meh.  Hardly worth jamming ourselves into the theatre.  Bane was horrible, his voice annoyed the shit out of me.  It was hardly a villainous voice at all.  Though, I gotta admit, I would like them to have a go at Robin.

Hells, I would like to have a go at Robin;)  Damn, he sure grew up fine.

Anyway, long weekend here.  So how am I spending it?

With twenty-four little friends, because THANK FUCK some LCBOs ARE open today.

Happy Civic Holiday, when a holiday has no purpose, it becomes a drinking holiday:)

drunken night

I got silly, stupid, ridiculously drunk last night.  Went out with a couple of friends and the reverse happened of what usually happens.  Usually you plan for about a party of six to eight, and you are lucky if four show.  This time everyone seemed to bring one or two, so there we close to two dozen in our group.    I can't remember when I've had so much fun.
I woke up feeling watched.  You know that super paranoid feeling you get.  I woke with a start, Nelson staring at me from the foot of the bed.  Usually he is not allowed in our room when we sleep, but occasionally he manages to sneak in.  Not pointing any fingers here, or assigning blame, but for some reason when I drink C forgets to make sure he is out of the room.  I would have ignored him, but the moment I rolled over he attacked my foot with claws and teeth.  He is still very much a kitten with a few things.  Though he no longer goes foolish with tinfoil balls (unless you put catnip in it), two things turn him into that kitten he was a year ago.  1.  Laser pointer, better yet, two laser pointers.  2. any movement under a blanket or sheet.
"Get out, Nelson," moving my foot away from him, which only caused another pounce.  Now C is not a cat person.  He is very much a dog person, and is used to dogs.  In a very strong commanding voice he says : Nelson out.  And of course the animal reacted like any cat in the world would.  He gave me a look of "is he fucking kidding me", and deliberately sprawled out on his back, stretching, taking up as much of the bed as he possibly could.
C complains the cat does not listen.  Really?

A day full of fail

Last night I drank way too much.  I don't mean "I drank a little too much", I mean I drank like a fucking idiot.  Feeling like shit today, not because of hangover, pretty sure I fall under the category of still drunk.  I took a bus in to school today for that reason.  I felt like shit because I have no idea what I did.  C was at work.  I never drink alone.  Somehow being reassured of what an asshole you were last night by eye witnesses at hand is a lot easier than not knowing at all.  I woke in bed.  I was passed out, er, I mean sleeping by the time C got home.  My morning was spent honing my investigative skills.  No phone calls on my iPhone, this is good.  No posts (that I can find) on social sites.  I check my ereader.   Duhn, duhn, duhn... three chapters ahead of where I remember leading off.  I appears I spent my drunken hours reading....

Oh the humiliation.

Then yesterday....Oh, the shame. I went by my old work to pick up my T4 tax form. As I stand there I'm chatting to one of my old bosses a client walks in. Being in the familiar atmosphere of my old job I just click "ON" to work mode. "Hi, how are we doing today?" with a great big friendly ass smile on my face. Of course to this guy I was a total stranger, unconnected with the clinic. I turned around quickly. "Stop hitting on our clients," my ex- boss says. "I can't believe I did that," face palm. I usually answer that straight guy bullshit "I'm okay with gay guys so long as they don't hit on me" by saying "Why would we?"  No doubt this guy thinks I was doing exactly that.  No dude, I'm just a loser who forgot he doesn't work here anymore.

Last, wow, yesterday was a harsh day,

My friend broke up with his boyfriend of about a month, then got mad a day later seeing him in "MY club".  How dare he?  And with his new fuck buddy.  *Sigh*  It is hard to be supportive when your friend is being an idiot.  You broke up, get over it.  Gay bars are vile places for the newly broken heart. There is something about a room full of all your past mistakes that make you feel more lonely.  Oh, wait.... is that guy new?  

I had a very good birthday I'm told

   And my memories are foggy, but good.  Vodka was the drink of choice.  I have no idea how many I drank.  It was actually the day before my birthday.  It was the first time we had a bunch of people at our place.  It was awesome fun.  Jello shots (Ali brought), lots of booze, from everyone.  The down side was Jake was not able to make it, but that was not a surprise.  The bitch of having your birthday so close to the holidays.  Only Ali drove, everyone else either walked, took the bus to cab it home, or got lifts and cabbed it home.  Ali crashed in the spare room on the floor with a sleeping bag.
   I got completely drunk.  But it was more in an awesome drunk than apologize later drunk, or so I am told.  Never made too big of an ass of myself.  Of course this is by the judgement of a bunch of other drunks.  Well and C.  But C never really says anything about other's drunken behavior.  For some reason I was up at the crack of dawn the next day too.  I did not have a real hangover, but then I think I may still have been slightly drunk.  I certainly was not going to drive anywhere the next day.  I dozed off and on all my actual birthday.  Went to my Nonna's for dinner.  All in all a good start to 21:D