Busy, busy, busy…
Man, I haven't had my typical running-around-the-city Saturday in a long time. My day consisted of:
And now that I'm finally home, I'm pooped.
- going to work (half-day)
- lunch at Subway
- then to Wal-Mart in South Edmonton (which I try to avoid as much as I can because that place is always super busy)
- a trip to the bank
- then to the gas station
- then to the car wash
- went home for 15 minutes
- back to work to get some CD's to burn (mental note: make sure to check the contents next time. =P)
- picked up Shelley
- went home, thinking that I'd take a nap since I only had 4.5 hours of sleep from the night before (which I will talk about later), but it ended up that I was home for about 10 minutes until I had to step out again
- another trip to Wal-Mart (this time in Mayfield Common), to help Shelley get a present for her nephew but came out with nothing
Panorama Reunion
After our Panorama weekend, Irma and I got tickets to Cowboys, where they organized a reunion for all the Panorama goers. So yesterday after work, gym, and kickboxing, I picked up Irma and we headed to my house so I could get ready. Before going to Cowboys, we grabbed a quick bite at McDonald's [my non-cholesterol way of eating will begin after the weekend ;-)], since we were so hungry.
The reunion was OK. The only problem was we only saw a couple people from our bus. And they weren't that interesting. Oh well. They did show clips of the trip on the big screen, which were taken with Mack's video cam, and it brought back memories of funny moments. Unfortunately, they didn't show my "weather forecast." :-(
Irma and I stayed for a couple of hours and decided to head somewhere else. Plan A was to go the Druid, but I had no patience to look for parking. Plan B was to go the Attic, but when we drove by, there was a line. Plan C was Suite 69. We hung out there until last call and called it a night. By the time I got home it was almost 3:00 am, hence 4.5 hours of sleep.
Highlights:
- Marcel wannabe
- DJ at Suite 69 laughing at us because of the way we were dancing (not in a bad way)
- there always seems to be one "oddball" that stands out whenever we go out
- technical difficulty with my pants
- "Ladies and gentlemen, we are flying…"