It is Friday finally. I had one of those weeks where I felt like it should be one day ahead. Today I woke up thinking it was Saturday. Alas it was not. Luckily the boy snuggles into me when our alarm goes off and we generally have a ten or fifteen minute ‘us time’ before I finally get up and make breakfast and I am generally less grumpy in the mornings when we do this, then when I am living with my parents. Weird.

Week was good. Last Friday was the usual afterwork drinks with the gang. Then I watched the boy at an ultimate practise in a park near by, then we did drinks with the team. After that we went and saw a Swedish film based on a popular book that I knew the boy would enjoy. Go me. It was my pick and he loved it.

Saturday we got up stupidly early for the bike auction. I realized an hour in that I could not actually spend two hundred bucks on a bike there because I knew nothing about bikes and if that would be worth it or not. Oh well. At least I know what it is like now. Following that we looked at other bikes at the shops then had brunch. Then read the Saturday paper, and the boy went to work and I went to have my first gelati of the season with hometown friend, followed by the gym. Then we had dinner and got ready to go to a indie label release, with one of my favourite local artisits. Good times and I ran into political friend. (used to work with me and now has a way better job where she is super happy, we bonded over being so close to the photocopier and she is a way better cubical buddy then the person now)


She said something really nice yesterday. She pointed us out to her friends at the show and said, ‘look there’s my friend and her boyfriend. They look so cute dancing and I love that they are dancing like they don’t care. ‘

The boy of course immediately took it as, we were dancing really badly.

But you know what? So what if we were. We were ‘on a date’ and yah, dancing to the music and into it and not into whoever was there. We were just there to have fun and listen to music we enjoy and we did that till two a.m.

I am not one of those people that go to a show or the bar to be seen. I go to have fun and dance the night away. Oh and yes, occasionally get rather tipsy. But just not as much lately. I really do enjoy just going for a show and having a couple of drinks.

Sunday was lazy. Did manage to get some cleaning done and go to the mall for some new ballet shoes for work and get some books from the massive used booksale.

I went home on Monday, as it had been two weeks since I had spent a night at home.

Tuesday the boy and I went to our favourite bistro to try out the new spring menu. It was delicious. Plus I had made reservations, so we got our favourite spot at the ‘chef’s table’. On Wednesday hometown friend came over and we caught up over tea. Yesterday met up with political friend over some wine afterwork. Good fun as always. It amazes me what she has done in her life. Got married around twenty-five, had two kids, moved away, came back, got divorced, put herself through university while still supporting two small children and bought a house and still loves to go out and party.

I can only hope at thirty-one I will have that much energy!

Tonight we are meeting up afterwork for dinner and then about nine of us are headed to wine fest. Should be good fun. Saturday is an ultimate practise then the team party, which according to B, no one has said they are not coming to. Even brother dear and his lady friend are coming. Sunday is the boy’s grandmother’s birthday at some sort of Chinese restaurant. Busy weekend but should be nice if everything works out.

And I’m off…