Sleep Not to Dream

you ever wake up and find that you are totally irate with someone but you can't exactly pinpoint why? you know that the person has committed some hideous offence but you aren't entirely sure what it was. for example, walking to work this morning and i'm thinking about a friend and seething. he'd been ordering me around and caused me to miss a really fun night out because i had to sit at a bar and wait for his drinks, so that i could pay for them and bring them to him. what an asshole!

of course the anger only lasts a few minutes before you realize that it was all a dream, and the fact that you were in some sort of costume and the bar was was infinite and your grade nine boyfriend was there should have been a clear indication of this. nonetheless, it will be at least a few hours before you get over the insult of the whole thing and even think about talking to this person who has, to say the least, done nothing.

and then you go on to wonder why certain people make frequent appearances in dreams while others, people with whom you may be closer or have more actual contact with are rarely featured. i can't really explain this (obviously, or i would totally cash in!) but i do know that last night my subconscious was totally fucking with me.

The Hindu Shindig and other Craziness

this weekend was a bit of a throwback! it was basically kindergarten and beyond. the primary purpose of the trip was to see renu and celebrate her engagement. but, as per usual, i decided to multitask and try to fit in as much as possible.

i took the bus in from toronto. i hate the bus but i plugged myself into my iPod and finished my book. p.s. if you want to read a good book i would recommend Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer.



andy picked me up and drove me directly to harrowsmith. harrowsmith is a hole. a small town between kingston and nowhere filled with women unable to size their bras properly or keep a bar stocked. we ordered a couple of pitchers and proceeded to select which songs we thought heather should sing at the karaoke night. thankfully she didn't actually sing because she never would have been a match for the locals who seemed to take their karaoke quite seriously. my favourite part of wycotts may have been when the drunken four-titted woman spilled beer all over andy's hair. or maybe it was the hot 18-year old called vic who was our waiter. although he was a lot hotter before we knew he was 18.

as we drove home andy and i decided to stop at the raging field party that was going on at a house on 38. it was good that we didn't because 5 cop cars showed up with their sirens on as we were pulling away. the end our our relatively blah night was exemplified by the ghetto loblaws sign that read only bla!

saturday morning i got dressed up and went to renu's engagement ceremony. despite my lack of tutelage in sanskrit and hindi the ceremony was interesting and renu looked beautiful. and the small children that laboured for days creating her sari must be given due credit. they did a wonderful job. the food was great, the weather was perfect and it was really nice to see renu and co.

the engagement event lasted about seven hours and andy and i were pretty tired by the end. we decided to have a quiet evening with heather and megan but obviously that wasn't going to happen. on the way over to their place we saw a dude biking without underwear on. you can see his ass through his shorts ... look see!

we ended up at east side's craving an anti-atkins dinner. andy out-girled all of us by ordering a twist of lemon in his water and we were giddy as shit so we thought it was hilarious. thankfully our waiter had a sense of humour because things went downhill from there. andy ended up with a plain pizza and my fettucine alfredo was full of pineapple. i nearly choked on my pasta and heather was rotting from the inside ... as per usual. we were all wearing matching outfits and i had some serious concerns about bees. in the end i was charged $2.50 for the extra pineapple in my pasta and because of the numerous fiascos i got my meal for free!

we left east sides and followed a crazy man on a scooter for a bit. then we decided to cruise the strip looking for hot dudes. mostly we ended up in a scummy bathroom by the ferry terminal having to pee SO bad it didn't matter that the womens was out of service and the toilet in the mens stopped flushing and all of our pee mingled. andy was the only one who was hit on all night, but at least with a wicked line - "i like your hair." kingston can be a pretty boring town at night but we managed to entertain ourselves by heckling the people on the haunted walk.

today andy and i went up to my cottage for the morning. a lovely chilled-out day with my parents. i love it up there and the water was beautiful. i am thinking that i have to spend more time in the woods and less time at functions. that's my new plan!