Well, I’m back and in a BIG way. It’s taken me a couple of days to recover from the weekend but I think I’m good now (only wednesday). However when your weekend spills over into the wee hours of Monday, it takes a couple to bounce back.
To my glee, Sammie, got into town Friday night and spent the rest of the night catching up & giggling & for you boys out there, yes, we had tickle fights in our underwear. This all came to an abrupt halt when Tito popped by after the hockey game to grab us to go down to Glowbal, a place that of lately has become a frequent drinking stop. Due to the line up (I thought it was a restaurant), we left Tito & bounced over to Goldfish. I’ve been on this big kick since my 32nd birthday (did I say 32? I mean 23! Yes! 23.. oh forget it, you all know I’m a cougar), but I’ve been on this big kick since my 32nd birthday about acting my age (don’t worry, I still high kick as witnessed saturday night). However, it started with all people…. Shaloah. When her & Dark Bunny took me out for drinks, we headed to Granville Island & when trying to decide our next venue I suggested either Sammy J’s or ?? and she came back at me with “well, we are in our 30′s we can go somewhere grown up” and right then it occurred to me.. hot damn! we are grown ups (ok, so my mind was filled with more colourful expletives but they’re not work friendly words). Point is, I’ve decided to leave my 20′s behind me & move head on into my 30′s with well, I’m not graceful and well, I don’t have a lot of tact so perhaps it’s more like I’ve log rolled into my 30′s. After all, a week after I turned 30, I did log roll down the ampe theatre at Mission Hill to the glee of several German Tourists. (Not shocked, they do like the Hoff).
Anyways, I think I was talking about being grown up? Yes, so Sam and I have a civilized 3 martini’s at Goldfish when this wasn’t enough, we bounced to Yaletown Brew pub and then felt inebriated enough to head to Glowbal. Nothing too exciting here. Only really humorous event is at the expense of others and you know I always write about that except today. (too much to say)
We went home at a respectablish hour & talked for 2 more & finally went to sleep as Saturday was all about my hot fundraising event. (I’ve taken down any ref’s as whenever I mention the key words, they come up on google and well, believe it or not I don’t want fundraising Leanne confused with Busy Doing Nuthin’ Leanne…. well, not yet at least 
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Saturday was spent running around, finding wigs, and chilling out. All in all, the event went smoothly. Everyone I have spoken with had a great time, the venue was happy & the organization is happy. Great start to an annual event if I do say so… even my favourite gossip columnist had something to say.
I wish I could say I enjoyed my own event but numerous things happened that night which left me agitated and I couldn’t relax… at least not til the raffle happened. Then I REALLY got my drink on (before that my friends were insisting I had a cocktail as I was wound up so tight… at least at the bachelor auction, I had my aerobics smile on & I couldn’t get there with this event) & actually could be seen dancing and then I burned holes through my eyes after I was witness to this picture.
So when the lights came on & they kicked everyone out, Sam, Tito & I managed to make our way back to my apartment as I kept declaring that I want to drink… MORE! (yea, all of the sudden at 2am, I’m on fire). Everything went great til Sam started to be sick & Tito passed out on the couch.
As a quick divert from my stopped up sink, I directed Sam to the tub. I will only ever help ppl in this predicament when I myself am intoxicated as my own drunkeness acts as a buffer. I changed her, & made a bed for her in the bathroom. Tito did his usual bolt around 7am & Sam woke up confused as to why she was there.
Even after going to bed at 4am, I woke about 8:40 only to count money & try to clean the bathroom as I feared Sam was sick. Realizing that my love for her had limits, I woke her up to say “I’m going out for an hour to walk, buy liquid plumber, when I get back please ensure that the tub is clean” (cuz at that point I thought I’d never bathe again… fully disgusting but only half as I started to clean it). Finding it fair, I found not only my bathroom tilexed to the nines but my sink was fixed too.
Unfortunately for her, 2 coffees later, I was hyper & made her get up for breakfast. We chose to head over the bridge to cactus club on broadway as the lions game only made downtown zooey.
There was a wait for tables so we sat at the bar. My realization that I knew the bartender from houseboating (friend of furniture man) was the first step in what would be a loooong day of drinking. Thinking a shooter would cure my hangover, he toasted our weekend and we were on our way.
I insisted that we have dinner at the moose as it was early (yes, there are a couple of hours, I just glossed over). I pointed out that it’s only 730, if we went home then, at 1030, I would be poking her asking what now? what now? So she conceeded & we headed to the moose for dinner. Before you know it, we’re doing shooters with Sasha at the roxy. (damn you roxy *insert shaking fist*)
Yea, we had befriended a group of people that were celebrating post lions game. I swore up & down I wouldn’t drag Sam to the roxy this weekend as last year was such a sh*t show and it hasn’t been my favourite as of late (and it goes against me trying to be a grown up)… but there we were 3rd year in a row, doing jagr shots in the back. It was about here where I lose her as my night took a definite turn for the weird but not before I severely hurt a homeless person. Yes, while we were standing around outside some dude came up and told me he was hungry. So I asked “are you really going to get food” and he said, that I could buy it for him & pointed out there was a drug store down the street. I’m normally not a bleeding heart but it occurs to me that I’m bitching about paying cover & this guy can’t afford food so I bolt. He chases after me and because I suppose he has no muscle or he’s carrying his home on his back, he twists his ankle & falls and I left him writhing on the sidewalk. Princess Nalini asked if he was the homeless version of me … yea, thanks. I got him his fruit loops & milk, gave him a couple more $’s for more milk and went on with my drinking.
As mentioned, I ran into my arch nemesis and yes, I have one or thought I did at least. All the making out proved that perhaps the hate has dissipated. Worst part is, I liked it…. THIS… this is going to be complicated.
When Sam finally rolled into my apartment at 5am, it wasn’t because she was out partying… it was because she was locked out. Yes, Leanne’s intercom wasn’t working & she had slept in the lobby for 2 hours! The whole thing is bizarre as my Arch Nemesis walked me home & we sat in the back part of my lobby for about 20 min talking.
Feeling some massive guilt I …… didn’t do anything. What could I do? I gave her my bed & let her sleep til 2pm which is all I could think of as I sat at my computer & worked. She then COOKED ME dinner that night.
Finally yesterday, Sam packed up the jeep and headed on to the island. So to recap the weekend: Sam threw up in my tub, She slept in my lobby, I hurt a homeless person & made out with my arch nemesis….. yes, I can see why she visits once a year.