...of total un-awesomeness. Yup, that's me.
Except for Friday. Friday afternoon started with my taking a stand. My new boss had decided we would spend the Friday before the long weekend golfing. Except that all the drivers who work for us were unable to go because of work, so I decided that even though all the other officers were going, and all the mechanics were going, I would stay with my peeps and get some extra work done. So, my weekend started off with moral rightousness.
Then, when I got home, I spent about an hour gardening, before heading next door to have drinks with my neighbour and his friend. I was there about 5 hours, just shooting the shit and drinking. And eating the fabulous steak and corn on the cob dinner my neighbout made. My contribution, daquaries and a roll of toilet paper (not that the two were related, I just made daquaries and he was out of toilet paper, I swear). Then it was off to a night of dancing and drinking with a friend from Basic and his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend. Unfortunately it ended with me burning the roof of my mouth with my customary post-drinking pizza delivery pizza.
So now I am spending the rest this weekend getting ready for company. It's Sunday. My parents arrive Wednesday morning. And a friend from Afghanistan arrives Wednesday night. I'm pretty stoked, although a lot of cleaning has been started. So far, I have cleaned my bathroom, done tons of laundry, grocery shopped, cleaned all of the spiders from the patio and finished cleaning up the plants. Now if only I could be reasonably sure that having my parents visit at the same as a friend, who have completely different ideas about how to see Victoria, is a good idea.
3 comments:
That's right Erica, you go get 'em....clean off the ol' spiders and make somethin' REAL NICE!
So sorry about the roof of your mouth, but I respect the fact that it was due to hot cheese.
Oh, I have turned into a spider killing machine!!
Post-drinking delivery pizza is one of the things I miss most about civilization! I have many fond memories of drunk-dialling Pizza Pizza from the apartment on Couper St. ^_^
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