What the heck have I been doing?
Let me rewind to two weekends ago. The gang that I live with went camping so I was left to my own devices, thankfully with a vehicle. I spent the whole weekend visiting.
First up, Rachel, who just moved into a cute little apartment with her boyfriend, Aaron. I realized once again that I will take cramps, bloating and violent mood swings any day over being a member of the opposite sex.
When you are a male you are expected to carry three-piece couches up three flights of crooked, rotten stairs. When you are a female you are expected to encourage from the top and hand out freezies.
I stopped by my dad’s for like three seconds in a thunderstorm. It was crazy chaos there – his lady friend’s family was coming over to their cottage-sized house and the stressful prepping had commenced. Three seconds was even too long.
I then stopped by a travel agent only to discover that a one-way ticket to Australia is $2600 and a round trip is $2200. This lady clearly had no idea what she was talking about and I left after three seconds, again.
After picking up a salad and some potato wedges I was off to a barbecue with Les and Thioni. It was incredible.
We got Blizzard’s for dessert. Mint Oreo for me.
After the pig out I went to visit little Dede and Mitchell who just bought their first HOUSE. I love it and wish I lived there with them.
Sunday was a beach day with Caroline and the clouds. Clouds, not welcome.
Oh, and we went to see Ted where I ate a Twix bar for supper. When I told my friend Natalie this she thought Ted was a guy I was dating. Yes, she does live under a rock.
And then I filled my mom’s vehicle with gas… it cost me $82. Another reminder of why I usually bum rides everywhere and will continue to do so for as long as I can.
On Tuesday the gang I live with left again, this time for almost two weeks. I could definitely get used to living alone.
On Wednesday I went on a date, like a real one. I met the dude on Canada Day weekend and I guess he thought I was pretty cool. I’m not going to marry him or anything but I guess he’s pretty cool too.
On Thursday night I made this Crock-Pot Thai Peanut Chicken. SOO good, I’ve been eating it on a cozy bed of spinach. May seem weird, but it really quite satisfying. If you’re feeling extra ambitious have it on some rice.
Friday night brought wine, rum, vodka and beer – in that order Not in any large quantities for me thankfully, so I was able to move the next day. We also went to the bar that is cool to go to when you’re 19. I wanted to kill someone.
Bright and early Saturday morning I went to the beach with my date. Like a real beach on the Atlantic Ocean, it was a perfect beach day with ice cream, crackers, hummus and a Frisbee. It was even hot enough to get in the water, which is apparently between 8 and 12 degrees Celsius. I wanted to stay and soak up the sun longer; he wanted to save his skin.
We wrapped up the day with grilled cheddar/ham/apple sandwiches and a cookie cheesecake square (like these ones).
And then I went to bed at 8:30 and slept for 13 hours. On Sunday I laid on the hammock and read/slept for many hours.
I don’t actually think my life could get any better.
I had to remove a dead baby bird from the deck. I think he failed his first flying lesson :(
I’ve been watering the plants and garden like I was told but they still seem to be struggling. What am I doing wrong?
The Real World: St. Thomas has started. I love that show so much.
I think Heidi misses having the extra bodies around.