Postcards from the Washing Line

Friday, January 15, 2010

Postcards from the Washing Line

Well, I'm sure you've heard all about the weather this week. Apparently it was amazing. I've been working too much to actually experience it, although I don't start today until 3.30. I have one load of washing on the line an the other in the machine.

My life is so exciting. It's a big day tomorrow though: the Tote is closing. Safface. I'm heading in tomorrow evening after Carnival to pay my respects.

Last Saturday was Cat's hen's nights. So traumatic. We had dinner at Joe's and then went to Polly for cocktails. that was awesome. The dancing at the Provincial? Less awesome. Mortifying. It was a 70:30 ratio not in favour of the ladies. And they don't dance. They stand and leer. Well... sometimes they grind in your general direction, but... urgh. Mortifying. Angry Feminist (my not so alterego) got such a workout. The best moment cam when Catie and I got back from the bar (tequila shots naturellement) announcing "Hey, we found the Hot Guy. He's over there, see? With the curls. Knew there had to be one somewhere". Seriously, this group of guys who'd been grinding in our direction all looked so pissed. And then they left.

And I wonder why I'm single, eh?

More not so adventures next week.

xxx