Well, after a week of stress for being sick, and not being able to go to work... a week of stress for witnessing shit that I really didn't want to see... and a week of stress for shit that was neither expected, nor welcome; I decided it was time for me to simply get away for a weekend and completely refuse to ackowledge the existence of the rest of the world.
So I did. Saturday night, the roomie and I had plans to meet up with a friend of ours in Regina to go drinking, what with it being his (our friend's) birthday and all. So we did, and on a whim, minutes before leaving the house I decide to give MistressMinx a call to see if she would like to partake. Well she did, so off we went to The Last Straw. Not sure that it's a place I would frequent often, but they do have Keith's on tap, so it can't possibly be all bad.
Well, as it turned out, Minxy had plans later to hook up with some of her friends who were partying up at their condo... and WHAT a condo! This is so not fair, this place was fucking cool, and they're up and moving! Grr! Ahh well.
I did come to the conclusion that MistressMinx has a friend who is quite possibly the funnest man on Earth, and I will go out of my way to hang out with this dude as much as possible... even to the point of making an annoyance of myself to do it!
I was laughing so hard that night that my sides actually hurt! How often does that happen anymore?! That has got to be one of those beautiful, yet unfortunate, things that happens on a twice-weekly basis as a kid, but almost never once one starts to learn "responsibility" and all that crap.
Why is it that the greatest things that happen as a child are always those things that one has almost no appreciation for until they're an adult... when those same things suddenly only happen on every second Blue Moon?
Well, I suppose that question sort of answers itself. In any event, I had what was likely the most un-diluted fun I've had in a long time... it was fantastic.
So, the morning I finally wake up... actually, it was afternoon by that point, but who's counting. Anyway, I wake up on a bright Sunday afternoon with all the plans in the world to do absolutely nothing at all.... and I utterly succeeded. Minxy picked up some pictures, we had some ice-cream in the park, and later, enjoyed Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events over a hearty meal of Tim Horton's sandwiches and croissants.
By the way, A Series of Unfortunate Events was a startlingly good flick. I was quite impressed. Much along the lines of Big Fish, and Second-Hand Lions (which, I might add, has stolen top spot in my "Holy shit, that was an awesome movie" list). I think I'm seriously becoming a fan of narrated movies... then again, I've always been a fan of Jude Law's voice, so that might have something to do with it.
My only real complaint of the movie is that the actual meaning of the movie doesn't really come across as some of the more important bits ended up on the cutting-room floor. Don't get me wrong, all the meat of the story is there, but until you watch the deleted scenes and notice one of the repeated themes that wasn't apparent on the released version, the actual message of the movie is a little clouded.
Kind of unfortunate, really.... a little ironic, actually.
So, in the end, I made it home this morning with enough time to shower, shave, and get dressed for work before I had to run out the door, and I have no regrets for any of it.
It was so nice to run away for a couple days, ignore everything and focus all my attention on simply being... rather that constantly worrying if I've done this, that, or the other thing properly, or if maybe I should try this so that I can fix the other thing, and perhaps that should just be left until some other time... you get the idea.
So, stress is once again something that is no longer in my life... and anyone that wishes to alter that in any way can simply suck balls, I've got better things to do....
"There's always something."
-- Violet Beaudelaire
So I did. Saturday night, the roomie and I had plans to meet up with a friend of ours in Regina to go drinking, what with it being his (our friend's) birthday and all. So we did, and on a whim, minutes before leaving the house I decide to give MistressMinx a call to see if she would like to partake. Well she did, so off we went to The Last Straw. Not sure that it's a place I would frequent often, but they do have Keith's on tap, so it can't possibly be all bad.
Well, as it turned out, Minxy had plans later to hook up with some of her friends who were partying up at their condo... and WHAT a condo! This is so not fair, this place was fucking cool, and they're up and moving! Grr! Ahh well.
I did come to the conclusion that MistressMinx has a friend who is quite possibly the funnest man on Earth, and I will go out of my way to hang out with this dude as much as possible... even to the point of making an annoyance of myself to do it!
I was laughing so hard that night that my sides actually hurt! How often does that happen anymore?! That has got to be one of those beautiful, yet unfortunate, things that happens on a twice-weekly basis as a kid, but almost never once one starts to learn "responsibility" and all that crap.
Why is it that the greatest things that happen as a child are always those things that one has almost no appreciation for until they're an adult... when those same things suddenly only happen on every second Blue Moon?
Well, I suppose that question sort of answers itself. In any event, I had what was likely the most un-diluted fun I've had in a long time... it was fantastic.
So, the morning I finally wake up... actually, it was afternoon by that point, but who's counting. Anyway, I wake up on a bright Sunday afternoon with all the plans in the world to do absolutely nothing at all.... and I utterly succeeded. Minxy picked up some pictures, we had some ice-cream in the park, and later, enjoyed Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events over a hearty meal of Tim Horton's sandwiches and croissants.
By the way, A Series of Unfortunate Events was a startlingly good flick. I was quite impressed. Much along the lines of Big Fish, and Second-Hand Lions (which, I might add, has stolen top spot in my "Holy shit, that was an awesome movie" list). I think I'm seriously becoming a fan of narrated movies... then again, I've always been a fan of Jude Law's voice, so that might have something to do with it.
My only real complaint of the movie is that the actual meaning of the movie doesn't really come across as some of the more important bits ended up on the cutting-room floor. Don't get me wrong, all the meat of the story is there, but until you watch the deleted scenes and notice one of the repeated themes that wasn't apparent on the released version, the actual message of the movie is a little clouded.
Kind of unfortunate, really.... a little ironic, actually.
So, in the end, I made it home this morning with enough time to shower, shave, and get dressed for work before I had to run out the door, and I have no regrets for any of it.
It was so nice to run away for a couple days, ignore everything and focus all my attention on simply being... rather that constantly worrying if I've done this, that, or the other thing properly, or if maybe I should try this so that I can fix the other thing, and perhaps that should just be left until some other time... you get the idea.
So, stress is once again something that is no longer in my life... and anyone that wishes to alter that in any way can simply suck balls, I've got better things to do....
"There's always something."
-- Violet Beaudelaire
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and I suck at pool, in my head, I think I'm good, and then I play with others and embarass myself stupid!
I'm back to work now - *huff*... but you could make work better by ordering?? hmm HMM?
Lots of love!
-Lynn