All about ME! I mean.... Blue.
Well, apparently my blog should be purple, (see Wasting.... part deux) but anyone who knows PRi knows it should be Blue! or PINK! wait.... Blue and Pink make..... Purple? What do I know? I'm a musician.
And a car salesman. woman. But I'm not one of those musicians who "see" the music.... (or car?) At least not untill a little *drinky drinky* *glug glug glug*Back to the subject in question:
BLUE. I like blue. so this is my colour of blue:
| You Are Royal Blue |
People find you difficult to understand. In fact, you often find it hard to understand yourself.
You think so much that sometimes you get lost in your own thoughts! |
The End.
Melee!
It is Sunday today....this means Sunday dinner in my family, which this week's special was roast beef. Mmmm.... Sunday dinner also means a visit from PRi to my house. Good times and good food as usual. PRi tells me that she did something bad.....I immediately ask what, as "something bad" can mean anything. Well, this time, PRi's bad is not really that bad at all....she doesn't have cable yet at her new place, and so to pass the time away, she has bought a Gamecube. Platinum. Complete with controller and Double Dash. So of course she had to get another game to go with her Mario....in the form of Shrek's SuperSlam. hahahahahahahaPicture Super Smash Bros Melee with Shrek characters. :) hahahahaShrek's signature move is to fart and clear the area of opponents! If you are Puss in Boots, your move is to woo everyone with your sad kitty eyes. All the characters go "Aaawww!" and you attack them! We are having a blast being geeks and playing Gamecube. We also had a fatty match!Fatty! hahahaha Anywho so I guess that is my excitement for today. Oh, and the Marble Slab ice cream....mmm... today's flavour was coconut ice cream with chocolate chips and pistachios. For some reason I have been craving pistachios, and I guess that I had to have them with ice cream. Devin had cinnamon ice cream with raspberries, chocolate chips and marshmallows. PRi's choice was coconut ice cream with mangos...and mango ice cream with graham crackers. So it seems that this entry has been brought to you by the letter F for Fiona and the number 29! For Fiz. Hi Fiz!!!
All about blue
I couldn't resist taking this quiz from Stephi again! :):)
You are Ocean Blue
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You're both warm and practical. You're very driven, but you're also very well rounded.
You tend to see both sides to every issue, and people consider you a natural diplomat.
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Wasting my time part deux
So I can't very well just let Morgan do all the fun stuff
| Your Blog Should Be Purple |
You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.
You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.
You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say. |
Purple? BLUE!
| You Are 27 Years Old |
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
Oops. we're off by 4.
| Your Scholastic Strength Is Developing Ideas |
You can take a spark of inspiration and turn it into a full fledged concept.
You are talented at brainstorming, visualizing, organizing, and independent thinking.
You should major in:
Natural sciences
Computer science
Creative writing
Math
Architecture
Journalism |
Oops. Definately more off than 4... try... six? years? muh bad...
Anyways, so that's me in a nutshell, I guess. Look at me! I'm in a nutshell! How did I ever get into this nutshell?
Wasting my time
I got this quiz from Stephi....hahahaha this is totally me!
My Blog Should Be Blue
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Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere.
You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant.
From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book.
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Noooo...really??
You Are 25 Years Old
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Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
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I wonder what I should have taken in university...
Your Scholastic Strength Is Inspiring Others
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You are great at developing a vision, and getting others to adopt your way of thinking.
You are talented at leading, balancing tasks, and helping people work together.
You should major in:
Counseling
Environmental studies
Law
Social work
Political science
Nursing
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Being verbose
I have a day off today.
This may not seem so exciting to many of you...sitting there going "uh, this sounds pretty boring Morgo" but I don't care. You see, I am done my 7 days of working in a row. I survived, and I am still standing! Can you believe that? Me! On my feet today! Hahaha. I managed to stay on my feet despite the endless days of work, the occasional afternoon rain, and the fact that I have been out of Advil until yesterday. I am pretty proud of myself, and I actually slept well last night. zzzzzzz.......
So anyways. I had been puttering around yesterday after I got home from work, and was reading Angela's blog and thought of myself. Yes, really! Angela had posed the question whether or not she was out of her mind for returning to a job that had given her so much grief in the past. I was about to leave a comment, but realized that it would have been as long as a blog entry. I guess I am just wordy sometimes...and then you see me in person and think, "that quiet girl over there is wordy??" hahahaYeah and stuff. Back to my response for Angela. A few years ago when I started nursing, I had a job at a long term care centre that fit nicely with my university schedule. I absolutely hated working in long term care, and knew this months before I had applied for this job. But I worked there anyways, for the better part of my 4-year degree. Even though I would wake up with a feeling of dread most days when I had a shift, even though some of the staff had treated me like an idiot because I hadn't been there for 20 years like they had, and even though I found it frustrating doing the "dirty work" and only the "dirty work" despite the fact that I was a graduate nurse by the end....I stayed. I learned a lot about myself and a lot of basic and fundamental aspects of nursing during the time that I was there. Considering I don't have a lot of confidence in myself sometimes, I am proud of myself for sticking it through all those years of tough times, and I may not be where I am today if I hadn't done so. Again with the wordiness. All in all I guess that my answer to the rhetorical question (which probably wouldn't really need an answer, but as it is my day off, I am gonna do whatever I feel like doing....including answering rhetorical questions).....is you are not out of your mind for going back to work. You have a purpose for being there (extra cash for a car sounds like a good plan to me!!), and you always have the option of leaving again. Which you probably will after a while because I know you are already doing what you love!Well, I would have to say that I was inspired today by a rhetorical question. Otherwise you may have had an entry about the horrors of AMA insurance and how the McDonald's by my house is stupid for running out of Pirates entry codes. Aaarrrrgh!!!
Strange Goings On
First of all, I must apologize. I am terrible at keeping to any diary, online or not. I just get so focused on something else, or I just forget.... who am I kidding? I just lack commitment. I suck at it. I don't want it nor do I have a shred of it. So, excuses aside, periodic postings are not PRi. sorry.
So I've been busy at work, I've been behind in my numbers and have been scrambling to catch up. That and I still have boxes yet to unpack. So there really isn't a time this month when I haven't been busy.
BUT THEN!
Friday rolls around. It's a sale weekend this weekend, and I've just sold a Corolla. This family comes in and says "We want a Yaris." I said, "No you don't, you want a Corolla." And they bought a Corolla. quite simple, really. And I've been working sinvce 9:00am that day. It's 7:00pm. I get invited out to have drinks at Joey Tomatos downtown with 2 guys from parts. One older brown guy and one big white guy I suspect has a thing for me. (This suspicion is later confirmed) I decide to go. I work 9:00am the next day, but I don't care. We go to Joey Tomatos and afterwards, the white guy says we should do dessert. I kinda want to go see a movie, maybe "cars" or "superman" and so he takes me to the movies. He opens the car door for me which is strange because he has keyless entry... pays for the movie tickets.... stares at me during the entire movie.... (mind you the movie sucked. Don't go see "Lady in the Water". just don't/ unless you go see it cheap just to see how bad it was. The story was bad, the acting was bad, there were boom mics hanging down in each scene... I mean, how do you not catch that during post-production editing? Did you miss out on the first 2 inches of your screen? It was bad enough that I could tell that they were using an Audio-Technica Hyper-Cardioid Shotgun-style mic. That and I'm a geek. anyways.)
I think I just went on a date.
Saturday rolls around. My new 6'5" black office mate asks me how it would be like to do it on a memory foam mattress. That's right folks, when you're out buying a car, waiting for a trade-in appraisal to be done on your car, we're all talking dirty. By 7:00pm (again) I'm pooped. It wasn't that busy, and I've been on my feet all day. Over by the used car shack I know there's beer. By this late, it's only 34 degrees out. Thank goodness it's dropped a few degrees. I even have half a beer, it's so hot. No throwing up here! I actually keep it down. But to make a long story short... I may have slept over at "Hoser's" new place. No Hanky-Panky was done, just old-fashioned spooning... but what part am I interested in that he can't offer? And if he wants to be "just co-workers" then how many co-workers does he sleep with his arm around?
*Nicolas Cage voice* "I'm confused"
If you can read this you don't need glasses
It has been a while since my last post.....oops! You would think that a shared blog would be updated more often. Oh well.
I guess that I would have to say that I have been busy. In essence that is true, because I have been working waaayyy too many hours than my body is telling me it can handle. It has also been busy at work. My grandma is also in from out of town for a visit this week.
Alas, this is only part of the story. All of these things are true, and I have been fortunate enough to be working day shifts this week (I finished 4 of 7 today). Day shifts are much much easier on your life than you realize. For those of you who work a "9-5" job, a day shift is pretty much the same. Except you replace the 9 with a 7:30 then the 5 with a 3:30. This means that after my shift is over, I pretty much have the evening (and night!) to fill with the rest of my life.
Come on...I have no life.
If I had somewhat of a life I don't think I would be sitting here rambling and babbling about working hours of a day shift. There would be more interesting things and less lame things here on this blog to read.
I guess that life is what we make of it, so I shouldn't really complain. I have my health and my family and friends. I have a job that although the hours are only guaranteed until October first, I don't have collection agencies calling me every day. I smile each day and sometimes I am even able to laugh at the stupidest things...such as talking like a whale to my grandma. "Goooooo aaawaaayyy wwwhaaaallle!!" hahahahaha I think only PRi would be able to understand.
Anywho, I would say that I am going off topic again, but I don't know if there even is a topic today. Whatever.
"Fool You!!!" I would say in my best Dark Helmet impression. "Raspberry. There's only one man who would dare give me the raspberry. LONE STAR!"
Don't tell me that didn't either make you smile or laugh! Even if you just shook your head or rolled your eyes while reading, you have made my day. I think we all need to be reminded that being silly once in a while keeps us young at heart and healthy. I had a patient today whose neice was a nursing student. She even brought textbooks to the delivery room and I guess had been reading them during the night. Uh...it's July. And it's the middle of the night. And your aunt is in labour and would probably appreciate your support rather than your attempt at being a nurse. Sigh. No laughter in that room. But anyways I think I am going off topic again. I will leave you with some words of wisdom then......I mean now.
When does this happen in the movie? Now. You're looking at now sir. Everything that happens now, is happening now. What happened to then? We passed then. When? Just now. We're at now, now. Go back to then! When? Now. Now? Now! I can't. Why? We missed it. When? Just now. When will then be now? Soon.
Seven nights in seven days
During my stint of nights, I have come to the decision that I have relatively bad karma.
"Oh Morgo, you haven't noticed?"
Alright, so sometimes things actually go alright for me. I haven't had the week that Stephi had, although we all have some hard times in our lives. I don't know if it's because I am still pretty new at nursing, and have a lot to learn, and sometimes I wonder if I'm just a horrible nurse.
Obviously I wouldn't be where I am right now if I was horrible. But sometimes it feels that way. Everything always seems to happen to me.
I often wonder if I have a neon sign on my forehead. (and arrows, according to Sheena hahaha). I don't know what this sign actually says seeing as how I can't read through my skull, and have a hard time deciphering words in the mirror. But it's there. Tonight, I think it must have read something like "please believe I am the only nurse on duty today because this is the first shift I have worked at the Alex since April". Not that there were 8 other nurses working and a few of them were reading magazines. Is it because I am just that bad at time management? I didn't feel that way.....at least not until I realized that none of my charting had been done and it was nearly shift change. Are my skills that bad that they take forever? I have worked on that unit since October, I should know what I am doing. In any case, I left work tonight feeling pretty blue. Maybe this is why I should just stay at the Grey Nuns. I have more "up" days than "down".
Oh well. I think I am done ranting. Or complaining. Or whatever you may believe I am doing here. Sometimes I don't know what I am doing here. I also missed a possible Darrien's tonight because I was stupid enough to accept shifts. Oh well. Hopefully everyone had a good time as usual, and the wings had a better range of hotness than last time. Mmm....wings. It must be 1:30am. I am craving food.
The day in review
So I think that today was interesting, nothing spectacular happened, but I thought I might share it, mostly so you know the drama in my life. If you don't feel like reading the whole thing, don't worry, I have a lot to write.
I wake up on the couch. I decided that I should give the couch a shot. When I moved in to the basement suite, the couch was already there. I was particularly excited that it bears a striking resemblance to Morgan's couch which I sleep some (if not most) nights. But this time, when I wake, it's 5:00 in the morning. I don't do mornings. I move over to my room. The alarm on my phone rings at 8:00am but I do not hear it, as it is by the couch. Good thing I don't need to go to work untill 3:00pm becuase I sleep in untill 10:00. I've already promised my little girl to take her swimming today, so I get ready to leave the house.
Skip to the YMCA. We've arrived via Jeannine's (the mother) van. Ava has been reading her Dora book. It is a sticker book that has stickers in all sorts of places. You can tell this is a child's book and it has been well loved. In fact, I've been informed that it's not Dora that Ava loves. It's "The monkey and Dora" not "Dora". I've decided to let Ava run amok in the indoor playground. This is a caregiver's dream. The whole thing is padded and washable. *sigh* Ava finds a soccer ball and claims it, while taking it down the slide, inside the house, up the stairs, down the slide....
We have lunch. Ava has 1 chicken strip. The kid's meal at the Y comes with 2. I've dropped the other one. Good thing the kid is only 2 years old. She's not that hungry anyways. She takes one piece of lettuce, dips it in the dressing, sucks off the dressing, then dips it back in the dressing....
After a non-recommended 15 minutes after eating, we go swimming. We then get kicked out becuase there are swim lessons. Stupid kids. Go back to school already!
We head home. I suddenly get a feeling of impending doom. Was I supposed to work the morning shift or the afternoon shift? An emergency call to the receptionist apeases my fears. I was going to go in at 3:00 anyways, 6 hours late or not. The first thing I do at work is get yelled at by "hoser" because I had a cigarette in my hand. He tells me that if he quits, than I need to quit with him. He needs incentive to quit apparently. Apparently he wants me back. Apparently I have no right to tell him to smoke when I've started to smoke (and planned to quit all in 2 weeks time). I look back at him all confused... Why the change of heart? I walk away confused... and still smoking. One of the lot boys stops me. I still have a key to an FJ cruiser that was in stock. I swear I've put it away, but I go in search of the key. Turns out I left it in a customer's car when they drove to the lot to see that particular FJ... CRAP. Good thing this customer is a friend of the family who has known me for years. I avert disaster. Then I get to drive the FJ (for the first time) to gas it up. People, if you ever want to have a feeling of pure power, go charging down the streets in an FJ cruiser with a 6" suspension lift kit in it. Wow. what a manly machine. I'm almost temped to buy one. In time, my sweet, in time. The other lot boy storms by in his usual high-strung way. I ask him how his trip to Jasper went. Good, he replies, but he'd rather that I go with him. Sleazy italian. I tell him that he should stick with the soccer, becuase he's chartering into a dangerous game. He laughs and tells me that he's ready for anything. I put out my smoke and run to my office to hide from him. Did I mention he's sleazy?
I met our window tint guy. He owns his own buisness, has a degree in geo-physics and has his pilot's liscence. I think I'm in love.
Alas. time for bed. another busy day in the morning. I must get pretty for the Pirates of the Carribbean 2 that I'm seeing at night. and not just in my dreams...
The hospital at night
As a nurse, there are certain things that make you cringe. Not all of them are necessarily gross and involve body processes or fluids. One of the things that makes me cringe is eye surgery. I can't stand watching eye surgery. I can stand surgery...but poking around in someone's eye and peeling off their corneas while they are conscious gives me the creeps. This is why I am leery of getting LASIK eye surgery.....I don't know if I have the courage or the strength to be able to sit in that chair and have my lenses removed. One other thing that makes me cringe is.....A full moon.(insert scary discordant music here)Anyone who works or knows someone who works in law enforcement, medicine, psychiatry, and seniors homes shudders at the thought of working during the night of a full moon. Strange things happen during a full moon. When I used to work with dementia patients during university, things would get weird during the night. Those were nights that I would come home scratching my head with confusion because I didn't understand what the heck happened during my shift. It is a few years later and I work in a whole different field, but I still cringe at the thought of working during a full moon. Did anyone happen to look at the sky last night????Anywho. I was sitting at Tim's last night waiting for my steeped tea (and making sure it was steeped tea....I was given coffee the night before by mistake...booo!). I looked up into the sky and lo and behold....a moon. A full moon. "Alright Morgo" I said to myself..."how can tonight be any different than last night or the night before or the night before? You can do this! You so totally rock!" To which I respond "Dude!" and set off to work. Things started off great. My patient was going to be having her 5th baby, she had a healthy pregnancy, things were going well in her labour, and the obstetrician looking after her was in the building waiting for my call. Remember this point.So 25 minutes into my shift the obstetrician gives me a call before falling asleep himself. "How is she doing? Should I stay up for a while?" There had been a note left for me to let him know when my patient was 7 cm dilated. "She is doing great" I respond. "She is coping well, the baby's heart rate is normal, and she is 6 cm dilated. Will you be by to see her soon?" To which the obstetrician replies "I will be there shortly, I won't be going to bed for a while". Excellent. Hang on, my patient needs to pee. Sure! Did you just say you needed to push? (dammit I just checked you......6 cm only 5 minutes ago)...alright, I'll help you back to bed and we'll make sure things are ready for you to push. I think I should call the obstetrician back. Wait....are you pushing?? Wait!!!So there I was, 12:15 in the morning with a baby in my half-gloved hand on the bed (I was lucky to get half a glove on one hand) and the voice of the charge nurse through the intercom asking what I needed..as I had pushed my call bell button seconds before delivering a baby. The baby squawked...thank God! and the charge nurse yells "I'll be right there!!!". So ends my first solo delivery. A baby girl, 7lbs 6 oz. Cute as a button, and in a hurry nonetheless. Thank goodness my charge nurse came in at that point, because I needed an extra hand. The obstetrician came in moments later, and we all shared a good laugh. I then had to explain to the disappointed student intern who wanted to help with the delivery that there was no time to call him. All in all, both mom and baby are doing great. Sigh. Sometimes I wonder...why??? I suppose all L&D nurses should catch (I mean "deliver") a baby at one time or another...and I guess my time happened to be one windy Saturday night in July during a full moon. Is the moon still full tonight???
Huzzah!
Has anyone seen Pirates 2 yet??? WOW!
As a general rule, I like to stay away from movie theatres on the opening night of a movie I have been dying to see. But I just couldn't say no to a birthday celebration with Stephi and Stef to see Pirates of the Carribean 2. Sacrifices were made in the name of sleep (as I am in the middle of 5 nights in a row...I slept for a total of 2.5 hours before the movie).....but who cares! And I don't regret missing sleep in the slightest!
For those of you who haven't seen the movie yet (what am I saying....it just came out yesterday!) I am not going to divulge any information about said movie or plots or whatever. Not here, and not yet at least. That would ruin the experience!
Anyways....my advice to you is to GO SEE THIS MOVIE! And yes I am shouting.
Huzzah!
Oh, and I hope that the remainder of the day yesterday went well for Stef on her birthday! Happy Birthday Stef!!
The Visscher-Bridges toxicity scale
Due to popular request, the Visscher-Bridges toxicity scale:
10 Phases of Drunkenness: a study in modern behaviours
1. Low level ‘tipsy’; fake drunk
2. ‘Loving’ feeling OR feelings of rage/depression
3. ‘Grabbiness’ or overtly seeking physical intimacy
4. Aggressiveness or willingness to engage in combat
5. Slurring words, with addition of trouble connecting thoughts
6. Difficulty walking and infantile motor capacity
7. Nausea
8. Vomiting
9. Waking up in a pool of own vomit
10. Hospitalization or other medical side effects as a result of alcohol poisoning
‘Tipsy’ is defined as an awkward “light”, happy feeling associated with the early stages of excessive consumption of alcohol.
‘Loving’ is defined as the emotional state of being in which an individual expresses feelings of endearment/tenderness. (In most cases these feelings are a return to the earlier stages of Maslow’s Basic Needs pyramid, and also, though unrelated, quite often unwarranted.)
‘Grabbiness’ is defined as the state in which those of the predominantly male sex are prone to “grabbing” body parts of another individual. (This is a continuation of the prior level of drunkenness, wherein the individual relies heavily upon basic needs, ie: food, water, and sexual activity.)
*This list has been compiled with the assistance of my colleagues Johnicus, Pryscilla and Morgasm. I am appreciative of their extensive knowledge, and practical expertise in this area, without which I may never have been able to adequately identify the specific levels of debauchery.
Yours in pretension,
Angela Visscher
Say, we hit a solid 8.5 on that one on Sunday, eh? maybe borderline 9, but I think that may be a little exaggerated. But then again, I don't really need alcohol to hit a 3 or a 6. Heck, the lownj was a perma 3 with the qowtche awv luv4Q. What a qowtche. How I miss thee, qowtche awv luv4Q...
-PRi4Q
A toast or two by Morgo
If you have been keeping up with random blogs, including this one, you would have realized that the past week has been fun, interesting, and mostly fun. I won't recap all that has happened, as most of you were there......but I think the real question is do you remember??? hahahaAnywho this will be an entry of toasts. First of all....a toast to all who have made Jo's visit home wonderful...including Jo! Some good memories were made...despite the badness of Sambuca...it has been a while since we were all together and able to take time off work and such. You'll stay longer next time Jo? And bring Eric home!Second...a toast to all who deserve a huge "thanks"....to Peter for his preparation and cooking...to Janita for the purchase of items and preparation of food...to Peter's dad for cleaning the kitchen...to PRi who watched my house and my dog while I was away last weekend. I feel like I'm missing someone! Oh well. Third...a toast to my new cousin Michelle. Michelle's wedding was last weekend in Lethbridge, as most of you probably have heard. She and my cousin Andy have been together for almost 10 years, and were happily married last Saturday. A lot of planning, driving, planning, money, and driving went into the preparation of this wedding, and for a while things looked like they were on the brink of disaster. Despite some minor difficulties (really, what wedding isn't complete without a minor mishap?), everything went well.
There were some good times with family, old and new, and the weather..for the most part...cooperated with the photographers. The mosquitoes were something else, but we will have some good pictures. Speaking of pictures, I promised to post some from the wedding, didn't I?
Andy and Michelle after the exchanging of rings.
You may kiss the bride.
Devin and I at the Japanese Rock Gardens...don't we look hot?
Two families together as one.
All in all it was some good times. Good times all around! Hopefully in the days to come, more good times will follow, but it is time, for the moment, to come back to the "real" world. I will be starting a week of nights at work, so my posting may be irratic or not as cohesive as usual. I promise it will not be the result of some drinky-drinky!
This is not normal
Wow, last night was fun. and eventful. and mostly fun. Peter's culinary masterpieces in form of wonton soup, dragon noodles, fried rice and tart superceeded all imagination. My tastebuds have been molested by Peter's chinese cooking. My grandma doesn't cook chinese like Peter does. Bravo Peter for a successful dinner and a jorb well done!First of all, the days events were as follows: I took the dog for a walk yesterday to grab the paper. The Mac's by Morg's house has no air conditioning, but I was much too lazy to walk across the street to the 7-11 that was closer to Morg's in the first place. I mostly went because the price of a Froster at Mac's is significantly better than a Slurpee at 7-11. Good thing too, because the industrial fan at Mac's did no amount of good. I then proceeded to get a Scratch and Win Bingo and Set for Life, in which I paid and then won, $7. (The Wizard of Oz is playing in Mom's room. We're dancing to the music.) Jo phones, looking for Morgan. I answer, not realizing who it is. "No Morgan is away for the weekend, can I take a message?" "PRi?" "Yes?" "It's Jo" "Jo!" looking for a ride. This is interesting, because I assume that I will be driving Morgan over to Peter's whenever she comes home, or if she is behind, I'll just drive myself and she'll be able to take her own car. So I give her no specific answer and then hang up. 2 minutes later, Morgan comes home (which Bear goes nuts about BARK BARK BARK) and all is good. I pick up Jo and the 3 of us head over to Peter's place. We've been to Peter's place many a time, and need not ask for directions or an address. In fact, I don't even know the address is. Yellow house on street over by Flowers by Merle. Peter's house has no air conditioning. We're feeling it right away. But who cares when you're having food cooked by a master? In hindsight, gespacho might have been a bad idea, seeing as how gespacho didn't really fit with the chinese theme. eh. There were 2 wines for 2 different main courses, both white wines (that looked yellow. how significant. I'll try not to read into that too much.) And the piece de resistance. Pecan almond chocolate rum tart. "Blizzard this please" Good thing we didn't go to Dairy Queen last night and do that. In our state we may have been trespassed from the premises. So we stayed around, had some booze, had some more...we interrupt this party for a trip to the liquor store (that was closed, but was open...)Then some more booze, then hilarity ensued. Between the Super Mario Strikers, Mario Party 6, Mario Kart Double Dash, writing emails to Eric (sorry Eric!) we had some more booze. We may have sat outside for a while and said some incriminating things, but then again the bunch of us have been through some incriminating things together anyways. I don't think there isn't a story between ANY of us there. oops. That's the measure of good friends tho. Another measure of good friends is what happened afterwards... Some trees, grass and feet have been... blessed. Just a few times tho. a FEW. And I have graduated from being PRi to being "I need more water" And sweet things were said. Nothing says I love you like a drunken "I love you" haha, with sexy results. but not in bed. or space. All in all, good friends, good food, good fun. I just feel awful that Andy cleaned up the kitchen in the morning. All the while thinking "stupid kids, drinking all my Sambuca...." Eww. who even likes Sambuca?!?! A host basket will be given to Andy. those who care to pitch in, tell me. So far I am including: -1 bottle of Sambuca... becuase his bottle "mysteriously" disappeared. -napkins... his napkins were.... useful many a time- Pepsi. I went with the motto "Water is for drunk people" and then helped myself to Pepsi- Cleaning solution... possibly for his bathroom which was also useful many a time- grass seed. This summer's lawn will be... interesting.anything else? what else have I missed?So that was last night in a summary from a SOBER point of view. haha, never again people... just say NO to Sambuca... and tequila... and 4oz long island iced tea with no cointreau... and 3, count them, 3 different bottles of wine. 4 bottles in total. Telus field will never be the same. Neither will Peter's trees.-PRi
