Here’s hoping you had a wonderful Canada Day, complete with hockey, beavers and butter tarts. It is hard to believe that the real summer is upon us. Only two months to make all of our summer dreams possible. Good luck.
Last week started off with the WCHS Grad Class of 2007. Congrats to Eric and the rest of the graduates for finally finishing the easiest and slackest time of your life. Good luck with the dreams of being an astronaut or of travelling the world. I will talk to you in five years and see what you are up to. I am just sad that “Time of Your Life” by Greenday (My illustrious grad song.) wasn’t played during the ceremony.
The weekend started off with one of my favourite traditions, a pay day dinner, but shortly moved on to “Dead Car In The Restaurant Parking Lot.” A big thanks to Jenny for being so patient and Flick for saving the day, and finally to my mom, who helped me figure out the problem. So far the car is going okay. Knock on wood.
We ended up going to the Movie in the Park. Although we got stood up, we ended up having our own fun. It made me miss the outdoor movies of last year, and all of the missed opportunities that those nights created. Why was I always sitting with girls?
Saturday. Somehow me and Flick ended up at a weird Home Teaching BBQ. I know how we got there, and Flick is going straight to heaven for dragging me along, but still. We ended our night with some Wii at our favourite T-Tom’s house. Sadly I am an awesome video game bowler, but not in real life.
Sunday brought more laughs and tacos than anyone can ever eat. (Why did we buy so much stuff?!?) I have been living at my house for a year now. It has gone by fast, and so much has changed, and then again, not changed. And even though the fireworks were grand and majestic, our own marvellous plans failed. But not from a lack of trying. What would have been the perfect ending to a complicated story is now just the same as always. C’est la vie.
Thankfully there was no work on Monday, which allowed us all to sleep in. All of us but Jenny. Who is the real adult? A low key day and a night spent counting cats in Coaldale rounded out a pretty good long weekend. Thanks for everything,
Here’s to:
Eric, and one step closer to all the YSA excitement!
Flick. Imagine me giving you a side hug for all the chauffeuring.
Jenny. Best date I have had in a while. And nope, Davin isn’t a real name.
A realization that even second hand marijuana smoke is deadly.
Cute new shoes
Late nights and more flattery. I never get sick of it.
You.
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