In the week that ive been home, ive spent loads of time suntanning, going out with my friends. Have had at least 2 drinks everyday, and have done more, out in one week, than Ive done since March. Its not that Windsor sucked, its just that I had a limited amount of people there to go out with. Here, my phone hasnt stopped ringing since last tuesday.....
In having all this time off, and living like a rockstar, Ive had a lot of time to do a lot of things.....I still havent started unpacking yet, but ive brought an entire apartment back to one bedroom, so ive got to clear the shit that I have out first before I start unpacking it all...its been a hassle, and ive started, but i'm working slowly at it.
Ive watched a few movies with friends, one of them being "A History of Violence". If you have not seen this movie, beware, Im going to ruin it for you, so stop reading if you really want to see this movie.
Im sorry, but this movie sucked. And Vigo looked like one of those pervy bar guys that sit around all day drinking beer..he turns out to be someone living in witness protection, whos had to change his identity, but after an incident at his diner, some of his old mob associates see him on the tele, and come after him.
This got me to thinking, and I wanted to ask. If you found out that you married someone who was in the witness protection program, and everything you thought you knew about them, turns out to be a lie, does this change the person that they were to you? Are you mad that they lied? Or is this the exception?
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Cotton Candy + Carnies + Airplane bottle size booze = Canada Day 2006
I call up LD around 12:30, and ask her if she wants to take her nephews to the carnival thats going on not too far from my place for the afternoon. I can hear the noise all the way across the pond, and we agree....we love carnival food, so we're set to go.
We head down there, against Brither in laws severe warnings, and get ourselves settled into some serious carnival fun. I have not been to a carnival myself, in years, but the lure of blue cotton candy is too strong for me to resist. Im cramming bites of it into my mouth as I type this...and I assure you. Its GOOD.
We get down there, and the boys want to play all these games, and as we're walking through, almost every game at this carnival was beer bottle themed. No joke. Almost every game, had something to do with beer bottles. Breaking them, or getting rings around them...whatever, they were there. And we laughed. Out loud.
The surplus of mullets and men without teeth was overwhelming, infact, I believe that I saw the worst mullet I have ever seen in my entire life today. It was an afro on top, and frizzy fanned out mullet on the bottom. Nauseating. But my cotton candy kicks ass.
LD was taking her nephews on the ferris wheel, and as we're waiting in line for them to go, the carnie in charge looks at us, leans back on his chair, and makes some comments in our general direction about how his chair is the most confortable one there blah blah blah.....while eyeballing us, and doing this really creepy thing with his lips. I turn my back to him, and LD makes some comment about how his chair is about to fall apart, as the bolts were coming out of the bottom...and he continues to ogle, and do that creepy thing with his lips....we make some other random comments about the general venue, and I tell her that the carnie is creeping me out, at which point he leans over and says "I can hear everything you know". I shrug it off, and LD says "what did he say???" I say "he can hear what we're saying"....she gives me the "so what" shrug, and we laugh it off....We're bitches...get over it. But it gave us a good story for the rest of the night, and LD's reenactment of her reaction, is priceless.
We leave a couple of hours later, and head off to her brothers house, and since the Liquor store is closed today, the only thing I have readily available booze wise, is airplane size bottles of rye, and rum....Hung out there for a while, and then we went to the Flying Saucer for a bit to eat....mmmm...i missed that place.
while we were eating, I wondered, out loud, how one becomes a carnie.....Any ideas??? And is mullets and no teeth a job requirement?
But my cotton candy was totally worth it.
We head down there, against Brither in laws severe warnings, and get ourselves settled into some serious carnival fun. I have not been to a carnival myself, in years, but the lure of blue cotton candy is too strong for me to resist. Im cramming bites of it into my mouth as I type this...and I assure you. Its GOOD.
We get down there, and the boys want to play all these games, and as we're walking through, almost every game at this carnival was beer bottle themed. No joke. Almost every game, had something to do with beer bottles. Breaking them, or getting rings around them...whatever, they were there. And we laughed. Out loud.
The surplus of mullets and men without teeth was overwhelming, infact, I believe that I saw the worst mullet I have ever seen in my entire life today. It was an afro on top, and frizzy fanned out mullet on the bottom. Nauseating. But my cotton candy kicks ass.
LD was taking her nephews on the ferris wheel, and as we're waiting in line for them to go, the carnie in charge looks at us, leans back on his chair, and makes some comments in our general direction about how his chair is the most confortable one there blah blah blah.....while eyeballing us, and doing this really creepy thing with his lips. I turn my back to him, and LD makes some comment about how his chair is about to fall apart, as the bolts were coming out of the bottom...and he continues to ogle, and do that creepy thing with his lips....we make some other random comments about the general venue, and I tell her that the carnie is creeping me out, at which point he leans over and says "I can hear everything you know". I shrug it off, and LD says "what did he say???" I say "he can hear what we're saying"....she gives me the "so what" shrug, and we laugh it off....We're bitches...get over it. But it gave us a good story for the rest of the night, and LD's reenactment of her reaction, is priceless.
We leave a couple of hours later, and head off to her brothers house, and since the Liquor store is closed today, the only thing I have readily available booze wise, is airplane size bottles of rye, and rum....Hung out there for a while, and then we went to the Flying Saucer for a bit to eat....mmmm...i missed that place.
while we were eating, I wondered, out loud, how one becomes a carnie.....Any ideas??? And is mullets and no teeth a job requirement?
But my cotton candy was totally worth it.
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