I know it’s Monday, but bear with me as I recap the previous week as though it were Sunday:

The Lagwagon show was awesome. I discovered the existence of a band from England called TAT that I really enjoyed, and purchased their EP for $5 (making a hefty profit, as I received $15USD in change for some reason). The crowd was really lame though, until Lagwagon took the stage – at which point, everyone went stupid. We witnessed two violent takedowns in front of us by security, and I was hit twice – once by a guy running past me who collided painfully with my left hip and kept going, and again by a guy who, in a desperate attempt to puke in the garbage can I was standing beside, ran full strength into it and me. At that point I gave up and watched the rest of the show from the back of the hall. Large drunken frat jocks are scary, and I was sore.

Riding home was a trial. It had started raining at 5pm, and got steadily heavier as the night wore on. I wasn’t wearing rain gear, so before the show started I opted to scoot home, change, and grab the car. When we all got out at 11pm, it was still monsooning so we decided to go single file with me in the rear, hazards on. We made it home, but it was not a lot of fun.

In fact, parts of it were downright creepy. As we crossed over the Lions Gate Bridge, we saw a car coming towards us without lights on. We assumed it was just an idiot, until the car passed under a streetlight – the front end was completely destroyed. As in, the driver plowed at a very high speed into something that was standing still. I have no idea how the car was even functional and the driver alive; it was utterly smashed. That was strange enough, but as we got off the bridge, we saw the accident. Something had happened just past the bridge turn off on the road to West Vancouver, and there were cars sitting around with police and an ambulance on the way. We figure the creepy car we saw either was in or the cause of the accident, and drove off in an attempt to get away. He wouldn’t have gotten far – the car was a little obvious, and not running very well – but it was still spooky to see.

Not much happened for the rest of the week, but on Saturday morning I was up bright and early to drive Josh and Shan to the airport. We left at 6am and made it with plenty of time to catch their flight. I am an excellent friend. I was back home by 7:30, then slept for a few more hours. Ed and I spent the afternoon scooting around the North Shore buying rain gear and lunch, then came home to have a nice little fight and a sleepy evening.

Sunday was much better.

We knew we wanted to do *something*, but were at a loss as to what. We thought about going downtown to the Art Gallery to see the KRAZY exhibit before it closes next week, but weren’t really sold on the idea. I started snooping around the internets for ideas when I found it – the BC Renaissance Fair was in town!

Neither of us had ever been to a Ren Fair, so we were off to Fort Langley to check it out. It was pretty cool – many neat costumes, Ed got nearly drunk off one cup of mead, and a hilarious guy that we dubbed The Village Dick, whose job it was to walk around and insult people with a flourish. Good times! Definitely worth the drive out there. It helped that it was a gorgeous lazy Sunday with no plans but to explore, and explore we did. I wandered in a river, we tried our hand at antiquing (verdict: the suck), I somehow almost blew out my knee, and I bought a pin that proudly tells the world I am a brazen hussy. It was an excellent Sunday.

And now we’re having an equally lazy Monday. There might be some cleaning, the art gallery may still happen, and if not – it’s all good. I like long weekends.