crumbs in my bed

On Friday night, I went to the Bourbon with Tara Hare and Jeff (also Jess and Dom were here from Calgary, but they sat and were all romantic and shit in a booth the whole time "wah waaaaahhhhhhh!!!"), danced to shitty (awesome) music all night, fought off male suitors (one who tried to win my affection by telling me I was "the angriest looking girl on the dance floor" and then proceeded to follow me around like a lost puppy, forcing me to resort to, "Dude, you really need to fuck off!" after he refused to acknowledge my rejection or Jeff's interception. I can't imagine this has worked for him before? It reminded me of the African musician at the Vancouver Folk Music Festival who said to me "You're beautiful. Will you sleep with me?" to which I responded "Ummmm...NO!" and he "Why not? I will pay for your cab home!?!". Barf!) and drank many a beer (three of which were bought with $15 found on the floor. Last time I was there, Allie and I found a 20. That place is a GOLD MINE!).

I arrived home at 3am inebriated and hungry so I made popcorn (HPC for those who know) and clambered into bed where I ate said snack and streamed The Cosby Show.

I wish every Friday night could end this way.

I also wish to, one day, be a part of a family like the Cosby's.

Saturday night went somewhat the same way except it ended with soup, in Amber's bed, and her offering me the world in her drunken stupor (Why thanks, I think I will.).

Being a good friend is really tiring sometimes.

Sunday afternoon, after having a nauseating pho experience (I'll be taking a break pho a while), I decided I'd had it with being social and so I locked myself in my room, and watched the office in my nightgown, wool sweater and alpaca socks, read the same book I've been reading for six months, napped, wrote, and thought about a boy who I don't think thinks about me.

That hurts, but tea heals everything.
Apparently so does a whole bag of Kettle chips.
The two of them together could cure a whole army of heart broken soldiers.

At least temporarily.


This coming weekend, I begin my week long stint as Tara's roommate.

Party on Wayne!