Long weekend blahs
Bah. Long weekends are a tease. You finish them JUST as your slipping into vacation mode, and before you know it your butt is slapped back down in front of a computer with another four days of monotony to face before you get time off again. It’s just cruel.The long weekend was basically a bust in the activities department. My Canada Day consisted of Lee and myself being lazy slobs because a bunch of wankers decided to light fireworks on Bronson until 3:00 in the morning. Lee’s new kitten gets up at 7:00 a.m., firecrackers or not, so we were a wee bit tired on Saturday.
Marta and Shawn came up for breakfast and then we just vegged out most of the day. We took a walk down Bank St. in the afternoon to wake us up (and to get Dairy Queen) and check out this AMAZING antique store (Tiffany lamps galore…so gorgeous), but basically my Canada Day was spent on a couch, using all my remaining ounces of energy trying to stay awake (I was in a lose-lose situation because if I went home I’d have to go to dinner at my grandma’s, which I wasn’t too keen on either, so I decided to stick it out at Lee’s).
We watched Monty Python and caught the fireworks from Lee’s balcony. Then I proceeded to walk halfway home in the rain because the buses weren’t coming (they were too busy trying to haul 10,000 people off Parliament Hill, apparently). I walked from Carling and Bronson to Westgate (about an hour) before an 85 finally showed up to drag my soaking wet butt home. It was definitely not one for the books…
Sunday and Monday were much better though. Sunday Adam came and took the four of us out for dinner. We went to the Empire Grill, followed by dessert at Oh So Good. With Adam’s success in his new job, Dad’s birthday, Mom’s new job and my recent graduation all happening in the same month, we finally had a reason to crack the bottle of Dom Perignon champagne my grandfather gave us as a millennium present. We did it all civilized-like with brie and smoked salmon. De-lish!
Monday was also spent with Lee Marta and Shawn, along with John, Lee’s boyfriend, at Arnprior Beach, about a 30-45 minute drive outside of Ottawa. We baked on the beach most of the afternoon, peppered with the odd jump or two in the water for a cool-off. We left JUST as the weather started to turn (ie I closed the car door and it started raining) and spent the remaining hours of the afternoon playing Tri-bond and watching John torture the cat. It was an awesomely relaxing day, and a perfect way to end the weekend.
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