Weekend Recap: Lost

Friday

There was a snowstorm during the drive home hours. I got to miss the rush because I was working late. I didn’t leave until 7:30PM. The drive home took me forty minutes. I think that was pretty good considering the driving conditions.

When I did get home, I ate and watched a bit of television, blogged a bit and went beddy-by.

Saturday

In the morning, I went back to work.

For dinner, I took Bob out for his consolation prize meal.

After dinner, I picked up Chrissy and the three of us went down to the Madison for drinks and what not. We met Boston and a friend of his there. Later, the Wonder Twins joined us.

Boston had been showing us his new business card. Apparently, he’s involved with ‘automotive hard parts.’ When asked what a hard part of a car was, his answer “I don’t care, just so long as my business card doesn’t say soft parts.”

To get down to the Maddy, I found a parking space on the side of a road instead of a lot. I parked right in front of a parking meter that wasn’t exactly working. The machine refused to print me a ticket. Same goes with the meter just down the street. Still, when I returned to the car, I found a parking ticket. Judging by the dimly lit regulations on the parking meter, there was no posted rate for parking after 9:00PM. I took that, in conjuction with the meter not accepting my money to mean that parking was free.

I have this feeling, based on the evil nature of the City of Toronto and its bureaucracy and stories I’ve heard on talk radio that the Toronto Parking Authority places parking tickets on every car in a situation such as mine with a low fine amount of $29.00 so that people like me will just pay the fine instead of fighting it. For me to fight the ticket, I would have to go down to the courthouse and waste half a day. My time is worth more than $29.00 so the city gets my money without a fight. It’s not right that I should pay the ticket, but I have better things to do. For example, I will no longer be driving into the city. Yet again, FUCK YOU TORONTO!

I did of course take me some time to find that parking ticket as I had forgetten where I parked the car. Me and the Twins left the bar first to get some coffee at Tim Hortons while Bob and Chrissy stuck around the bar a couple minutes longer. Bob and Chrissy remembered where I parked the car so they were stuck waiting by the car for me to finally find it. I had the street right, but I thought I had parked much farther west than I had thought. Oh well. All the walking around helped work off my fattening dinner.

During the night, the Wonder Twins asked me for a lift. I asked them if they drove downtown and they said “Nope, we took the TTC.” So when I started driving them home, I hopped on the freeway heading east towards Scarberia. Turns out, they drove to the subway station at the north end of the city and grabbed the red rocket from there. So I had to turn around.

When I finally got home, it was after 3:00AM. I was pretty tuckered out from a long day, but I could not sleep. That dinner didn’t sit well and my tummy hurt. I didn’t get to sleep until 5:00AM.

Sunday

Woke up at 7:00AM, still reeling from the previous night’s dinner. Sunday was a day in which I felt like crap the entire day.

My Mother was having my Brother’s fiancee and soon-to-be Mother-in-law over to discuss and plan the bridal shower. My Mother asked me to help her clean the house because the house was a mess. She had worked Saturday as well so it was a rush to get the house clean and presentable. I cleaned while she did some shopping errands and baking.

During the hen-like bridal shower discussions, my Brother and I went to Vaughan Mills to kill some time before dinner. For a Sunday evening in March, that mall was pretty busy. There were lots of little kids running around screaming.

My Dad did a barbecue. But he didn’t prepare a steak for me. I like a small steak well done. All the steaks he prepared were thick, juicy and raw. I swear, the steak he was eating was still breathing. I, having been sick all morning, had only to eat that day, a bit of kettlecorn, a buttertart and some of my Mother’s spongecake. I was so hungry, I ate a lampchop. And I’ve been coughing up white sock fur ever since.

hehehe…

Contest Update

Bob has already complained that one of the answers for the contest is wrong. I fail to understand how Bob thinks he knows exactly what I’m thinking to the point where he’ll know more about my opinions that myself. Most of the questions have to do with things that are my favourite this or my favourite that. It’s my favourite thing. I think I would know who my favourite female vocalist is.

If you haven’t taken a shot at the contest, take a shot, you’ve got nothing to lose.