Yesterday I did a summer!

I have been both ruing and lamenting the fact that until yesterday, I had yet to do any summer: no beaches, no BBQs, no time spent in any sort of scandalous latex lycra. This sucks, and is quite unusual – but living apart from my usual cohorts means it’s not as easy to be dragged out for last minute adventure and misdeeds. This weekend, I was determined: summer would happen, OR ELSE.

With Ed riding Oscar and Lola laden with sunscreen and Diet Coke, we set out to meet the crew at Third Beach. Then, we summered. People swam, I roasted myself in UV rays, and there were hot dogs. It was as perfect a summer day as you can get, and it was glorious. I even remembered to make liberal use of the +45 lotion so I didn’t burn (much), and might even have some tan lines to show for my summer efforts. Hooray!

If the beach wasn’t summer enough, we then went to a pig roast in honour of Jen‘s birthday. We stuffed ourselves silly with pig, enjoyed some excellent company, and (this may have just been me) seethed with envy over Jen and Neil’s gorgeous dog and awesome home. It was a fantastic evening, and while we had to leave Kits to avoid the fireworks crowd, none of us were really ready to call it a night. We reconvened in Railtown then decided that while we were full of pig, we weren’t full of beer or dessert – we should go out!

So, we did. We tried to go to Sweet Revenge on Main Street which is open late, but anyone who wasn’t in Kits appeared to be there – no dice. We noticed that The Main was still open and had a live band playing, so this is how we ended up having Greek food instead of dessert late last night. The band was great, but it’s a little known fact that I actually really don’t like Greek food – it’s the one food genre I can honestly say does nothing for me – so I had a weird experience. It did not help AT ALL that all my food was utterly backwards – the potato and garlic dip I ordered was (intentionally) served ice cold, whereas the vanilla pudding dessert was blisteringly hot. What the fuck, Greek food. You are Messed Up.

It was nearing midnight at this point and we had been out for almost 12 hours – it was time to go home and feed the cats and unwind from an excellent summer day. I could use a great deal more of those, so I will endeavor to get off my ass and outside with some regularity while summer is still here.

Friday night was also awesome – we went to the Rogue Wet Bar in Waterfront Station for Gina‘s birthday dinner and was blown away by the food. Honestly, I don’t think I’d ever been that surprised by a place before – we went in expecting things to be okay at best, but found ourselves wrist deep in flavour and value. We will absolutely be back – today, if I can convince people to join me for 1/2 price Pizza Sunday – and it was a lovely evening in honour of someone who is fast becoming a very good friend.

Today, I have plans. I think I might be cleared to leave the house – we’ve spent the last two hours under a Death Watch, and I need to go outside after I wash yesterday off me.

I love my friends and having good times. My happy little hilarious world is the best place to be.

i always feel like somebody's watching meeeeee