bookmark_borderDid not think I’d hear “Easy to Tame” live in this lifetime… I was wrong.

I am not sure how rare it is, but I two of my very dear friends are married to each other. (I actually have a few friends in this boat!) I spent the weekend with them in the hinterland. Okay, not the hinterland, but there was a barn down the road from their house.

What we did:

  1. Eat, eat and eat. My dear friend A. is a fabulous cook. It was all spicy and delicious. (I packed extra stomach tablets and I used them. What’s a little pain when you are experiencing gastric bliss?)
  2. Enjoy each other’s company. Um, maybe that should go ahead of eating? We did this. It was great. We chatted, we relaxed, we played with our gadgets in the same room. B and I are both technically-minded and both enjoy quiet time in each other’s company. A. and I Facebooked (is that a verb?) to each other from different sofas. (A bit weird perhaps, but funny as hell — to us anyway.)
  3. Went to a water-park with the (super delightful) kids. Somehow I got the idea that I might be sitting under an umbrella drinking margaritas during this excursion. But no, I was in the wave pool, the jungle river thing, and the black hole — a tube ride of hellish proportions. (And it was the most darn fun I’ve had while damp in quite some time!)
  4. Went to a country fair in the middle of nowhere and drank Molson Canadian — not our beer of choice — in the beer garden. There was music. First up, a band playing rock and roll hits from our high school years. They were quite good. And the headliner? Kim Mitchell. Yeah, it was pretty muddy and yeah, we were surrounded by drunken people in 80s fashions, but it was fun. A. noted that she was the only ethnic person in attendance. I am pretty sure I was the only person of Macedonian descent there, too. B. and I rocked on. A. is — I think — not a big Kim Mitchell fan but she was at least dry in her calf-high Hunter boots. My white sneakers may not make it — will try washing them later this week. We made some friends trying to find a bank machine. Well, I did anyway. A. — I think, like any sane person –would sooner not talk to drunken fellows bemoaning the departure of their ex-wives. (For the record, I don’t know why people tell me these things. I just exchanged greetings with the guy in the beer line.)

I am home now and I miss them already. I have promised to return soon…and I will.
Thanks for the fun A. B. N. and J.!

bookmark_borderspicy spot

Yesterday I had a lovely dinner at the Ninth Gate — a new Korean spot in my neighbourhood. I love the food there even though anything spicy just reminds me I’m cursed with GERD.

The topic of my blog came up — I wasn’t fishing either, it just came up. Really, just like that.

None of the attendees have blogs and my friend J. made the comment that most of the blogs she reads are written by people who either have a deep need to vent their unhappiness or want to talk about their myriad illnesses (or is it myriad of illnesses?). (I may well be guilty here as I have mentioned GERD far too often). My friend M. is deliciously cynical and I don’t think she reads blogs (except for mine, I hope).

We took a picture and I asked if I could put it up. I just downloaded it and it looked rather bad so I won’t post it. I may share my feelings all over the internet but I still have some pride. Plus, the girls would kill me if I posted a shot of us looking so terrible.

Okay, so dinner was fun…and we got to talking about turning my blog into a movie…

I think they were kidding about my being discovered.

You know, I think I’d have better luck trying to write some me some chicklit. At least if I were writing a book, no one would need to see my daily attempts at prose.

Side note:

I promised my friend A. that I would post an image of my new boots — the actual pair that I have in my possession. Here they are on my feet. Ignore the sweatpants — I am relaxing at home at the moment.


boots side view


top view of boots