My Fridays have turned into this strange, incongruent beast.
Since I started school again, it’s felt like every Friday has presented me with something completely different and weird.
1st Friday – I did absolutely nothing. I was expecting a big bash for end of first week back to school and that didn’t happen. Result: I wallowed. I was also stupidly tired and went to bed at 8:00. (False information)
2nd Friday – I went to Montreal. It took me 8 hours to get from Toronto to the city and not only did I almost kill myself, Jessica almost killed me too. That night was ridiculous. Friday was almost over by the time we got to the city. We then proceeded to go full force because Montreal is the greatest city. We went to bed at 5:30. I saw the sunrise. Result: I bragged to everyone how I can still kick it old school and stay out all night.
3rd Friday – My besties came from Montreal and Ottawa and Uxbridge to visit with us Toronto children. Beautiful reunions ensued. Then Naomi and I went to another party with my school friends and sang and danced exclusively to music from 1995-2005. My favourite kind. Naomi fangirled over my cool new friends and then we cabbed a million years back to the ‘coke with Nat. All three shouting obscenities about our night. The skies poured that night. Result: I’ve never been wetter or happier.
4th – I met up with TIM and we bitched about everything except his crazy amazing apartment. Then I literally ran to the bus station to travel secretly to Guelph. I was that total idiot running through Dundas station looking like I have somewhere important to be, but really it’s because I dillydally-ed then went the wrong direction on the subway. Never again. I made it with three minutes to spare. Nobody does it better. Then swapped stories over Scotch with my great Aunt Nina, who is the coolest person I know. Result: A little embarrassed, a little sweaty (constant state of being), a little buzzed and chuffed to bits.
5th Friday – Had a great dinner at “Stacked” at Yonge and Laurence with Puke and his family. Awesome. They grilled me for not having watched The Wire. (I KNOW OKAY?) I then traveled back to Guelph for Thanksgiving weekend. Got to have a bath. Result: Feeling fat but relaxed. Good feeling. Also realizing that I really can’t live anywhere without a tub. Essential for G.Ash.
6th Friday – That Friday I went and saw The Beaver Den: A New Canadian Musical with a friend from uni. This show was written, directed, choreographed and amaze-ified by my amazing Jen and Jaclyn Enchin. It was unbelievable. You laugh for 90% and then you cry for the rest. Hilarious and poignant and so Canadian. I was so proud. Result: I glowed for the rest of the night for my two amazing friends who are disgustingly talented.
7th Friday – Gitch came down to hang out at Xina’s. We had pho and then proceeded to sit in Xina’s living room and talk about crazy things. I also got to try this exclusive kind of Beau’s because I charmed a distributor into giving me one. I was crafty. Result: Feeling sly and sing song-y but tired. We were up til the dawn but you’d have no idea as Xina’s living space is actually a cave with no windows.
8th Friday (last night) – Biked around New Toronto, got mah brows threaded for the first time. It’s awesome. I really love just lying with my eyes closed and having someone pick things off my face. I’ll fully say that I’m a fan of that. Proceeded to watch Community and Louie all night sipping on some Johnny Walker, while intermittently watching Jeopardy, talking to Naomi and then Emily and pals in the Twa, AND finishing my ridiculously awesome Halloween costumes for HALLOWEEKEND. Result: Shock at how great my life truly is.
I really cannot believe that there have been eight Fridays since I’ve moved to Toronto.
To be Honest (Ed’s) that makes my brain swell.