I am content.

Yesterday Ed and I braved the insane border crossing with Miranda, Shan, and Gillian in tow, with Josh following behind on his motorcycle. The US border guard laughed at us, asking why we didn’t own an SUV and if we were sure we didn’t have anyone else crammed into the trunk – I don’t know what he would have thought if we let on that we made a 6th friend follow us on 2 wheels, but it was funny. We made a beeline for Mi Mexico and feasted on delicious Mexican food, eating ourselves just shy of a coma. Then: shopping.

We tend to make these little pilgrimages to the US whenever the guys are desperate for work clothing, so we built the road trip around that excuse: the menfolk needed pants. I don’t care if Target is just a fancier version of Walmart; we love it so – and we all came away with an assortment of US goods and gum. Operation: White Bra was also a smashing success; I managed to get myself two white, one beige and one purple bras and a handful of underwear for a silly price due to some magical coupon work by the girl behind the counter.

It was fun. After we managed to smuggle our booty back into Canada, we crashed into Richmond to meet up with Reilly, who was finishing up at a wedding. A quick decision to hang out at Dadeo’s was made, and we all met up again for a late dinner and unwind before heading home, exhausted.

Today was a complete 180 from yesterday in that I did nothing whatsoever. We slept in until 11am, then sat around the house watching tv/playing video games/napping/goofing off on the internet. The weather played along with the plan, pissing down tremendous amounts of rain until almost 6pm and making it generally an unwise idea to go outside if you wanted to stay dry. I feel no guilt about my inactivity today; rather, I revel in it. I’ve been naked all day! It’s been awesome!

Good lord, the Canadian Olympic uniforms are ugly.

Time for more nudity and relaxing now!