Whirligig

I could use this post to do some serious angsting about distance and family and stuff, but I'm not going to. Instead, I'm going to retrospectively enjoy a nice weekend and look forward to doing some good work and having some fun over the remainder of the semester.

Katherine and Jordan went home for Thanksgiving, too. Jordan threw up on the train both ways on their trip to Chatham, poor guy. Katherine and Jordan puke more than any other couple I know, what with the food poisoning and the motion-sickness-slash-early-morning-sickness.

Anyway. Last weekend was pretty good. My flights were smooth. Thanks to a mad sprint down the terminal and across the tarmac I even got the earlier flight and arrived an hour early on Friday rather than waiting around in Calgary. Friday I picked Boopsie up from school, which wasn't technically a surprise but sort of was because I succeeded in sneaking up on her and Kylen as they came out of school.

Friday night I dropped in on Lo-man's birthday party for a bit. D-Prins tried to pressure me into staying and going to the bar but I begged off because I was going to the same place the following night anyway, and had been up since 3 a.m. Mountain time.

Saturday was pretty chill. Katie and her mum came over for breakfast before trooping off to Calgary. Boopsie and I watched the season premiere of Supernatural and had one million conniptions which will make no sense to anyone who doesn't watch the show. I had dinner with Jeanne-Marie and her new boy, Corey, after going to their new house and meeting their new hedgehog, Maurice. Hopefully I got those names in the right order. Both Corey and Maurice are good value, although Maurice is much cuter when he tries to put his whole body through a toilet paper tube and fails miserably.

Saturday night was the third installment of Respect The Ave, a traditional festival of song, drink, and dance presented by many of the crazy people I know. We all crashed at Becca's house, it was quite fun. Dave now has the distinction of having been the most plastered guy in Marco's Donair on a Saturday night; no easy feat. Don't try this at home. Or in Marco's Donair, either. Matt and I did get him back to Becca's eventually, though. It was a bonding experience, though not really necessary given that we already like each other very much.

Saturday morning I stumbled home, dropping off Matt and Dave in Mill Hoods on the way, and had a pretty quiet day with dinner at home. The fam played Trivial Pursuit on Saturday night and we realized afresh how smart and funny we are. It's a quality gene pool, I can't help the way I've turned out.

Additionally, we realized that the answer for every single question involving Canadian prime ministers in our edition of Trivial Pursuit is either Mackenzie King, Dief the Chief, or Trudeau. Hint: if the question is about seances, the answer is "Mackenzie King".

Monday was Thankstravaganza. Danica, who I had not seen in forever, came over for a cup of tea and a chinwag, which was lovely. A few of Mum's colleagues came over for dinner, Simone popped by for a bit, and Becca slept over. We fell asleep after insightful discussions, and I feel we have solved a great many global and personal problems. Take that, world!

Since I got back everything has been speedy speedy speedy. Lots of work, and I have to go do more now.

However, I have taken the Sabbath day as an opportunity to go out to lac Philippe in the Gatineaus for a hike with a couple of the people from the Carleton University Students for the Environment. The Lusk caves were a highlight. Fortunately Paul and Gregory had lights with them so our group of five hikers went quite far underground and climb around on the rough marble walls, squeeze through chimneys, . We re-emerged into vaults of red and golden leaves, clear skies, and brisk pleasant air. The Gats are so close and so beautiful, and we are lucky to have them. They make my economics homework bearable.