God bless the monarchy!!!

I made it back up to London for the long weekend, and was thrown right back into the very addictive and surreal environment that the biggest city between Toronto and Windsor offers to the booze thirsty, no responsibility, hangover seeking 23 year old. I feel as though this lifestyle is what should be deemed "real" world, but has unfortunately lost the term to 9ta5s, taxes, assets, and such.

Do you ever have those days where you wake up and very strongly wish that distance was a non issue, and outside this very accesible digital global village there were means of eliminating space for the ability to touch, hold, party, hold more, kiss a little, do other freaky things, and druddle (a term that materializes once the point of incoherence reaches two persons with mental urges but physical comatose to lie in an awkward knot like spoon til the sun just rises) with those you have come to absolutely adore but have been geographically removed from otherwise every day availability; then you wish that when the next day comes, you would be perfectly situated back in the city where your working with relative ease and those distances between those most important to you become irrevelant once your off work again that night? Yeah, well me too: this weekend was one of those.

I introduced someone to the art of tabletop moguls this weekend, and Ifeel pretty bad about it. She was all like I dunno, this sport sounds risky, and I was like baby (after having already been skiing that day) don't worry you can trust me: talk about after school creepy. But nevertheless, she dove in; because after all, everyone does trust me, and I abuse it, in the most caring and thoughtful of ways, to its fullest extent. Needless to say she found out what !YEY! is!

So I could write more about what we did, who we saw, how many saucifers of the law interupted the weekend, how annoying hockey fans are, and what happens when 2 litre bottles of moonshine mix with vodka from the bottle, sporting goods, wine, nasty little herbs, and whatever other bottles we were able to pillage from the party we killed off late sunday night: but I always preach, let the inventory describe for others how your night probably went. Personal relation to any story is the best means of understanding anyways.

To sum up May 2.4 2005 ( which for the longest time I thought celebrated memorial day, but turns out thats next week and in the states only; who needs labelled holidays anyways!) I had an amazing time, with the familiar amazing people that I miss everyday.

*weekend.notes.

• Jane is the sexiest name ever;)
• Annie J is my new favorite educator, and Ms. Walls is going to re-invent the coolness of a profession
  
• Party and Privacy unfortunately do not mix, and oh god how i wish they did
• I lose opportunities often
• Never tough talk a breakfast egg, it spawns four hours of poor quoting from shows whose voices most people can't come close to duplicating.
• My new job is a pretty big deal and fairly cool, but takes like four hours to describe and comes across as really boring.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Tuesday, May 24, 2005