Patio Lanterns

"Here's a song that's as fun as getting champagne bubbles up your nose; and we all know how fun that can be." -- local radio DJ (& I use that term loosely.) Weird on it's own, right? Well the song that followed had no mention of champagne whatsoever, nor was it a particularly fun tune. Sometimes you need to get away, just to know that there are real people who know real things and are fully connected to the real world out there. Or, you can go to Ottawa for the weekend and get asked every five minutes for your spare change by a man down on his luck and to which, "AM I TIME TRAVELLING?!" may seem like an appropriate response for some.

Intro aside, I've been a bad blogger. Bad blogging skills aside, green tea lattes made at home taste like sweet, green ass compared to the stuff you overpay to have someone else make you at some established caffeine machine.

Thursday night. All aboard the l'auto bus for a never-ending journey to the land of O. My bus driver had a moustache full of secrets. There was a man who looked like he had no recollection of what marbles even looked like, nevermind having just lost a few, and sported a red flannel coat with a white, winter headband, dotted with tiny roses. Questionable as a fashion accessory, yes, but apparently made a pretty good night cap when it came time to snooze. Man with bladder problems who couldn't seem to help himself from molesting my hair every time he passed by. Sun burnt woman with vacation braids. Oh.. the vacation braids. It's all well and good while in a tropical locale, but people... you will eventually be returning to your sub-zero homes. Leave your braids on the beach. It's not cute. My very own seat partner (the bus was packed the entire way there. What thrills.) got into the good books fast with the peace offering of a Lindor chocolate egg, but slowly worked her way out again with repeated cell phone calls using her outdoor voice and frequent "DUDE"s.

All in all, it was a weekend well spent and much needed. The weather was freakishly beautiful for this time of year and we indulged in Parliament, patios and hangovers all weekend long. Finally got to see my beloved Tran after missing her on the first breakfast round in February (where I was graced with the company of two of my other AA lovelies, however) and spent some quality time with Streetbox & friends before she makes her grand departure back home this upcoming weekend. Spent the majority of Sunday travelling back to the Beef's (b/f+phonetics=beef) house for glorious Easter dinner with the fam, rocking out to shawtys on the dancefloor the whole way. Traffic was a bitch. Needless to say, way too much travelling occurred this weekend and I could have killed a busload with my looks on the way home. Bed is good. I never want to leave.

I leave you with this: Dad purchased tickets to the Dixie Chicks/Eagles in Winnipeg for this June and we are totally getting our Chevy Chase vacation on winebago style. Photo documentation will most definitely ensue.

I promise to never get distracted with real life for more than 5 days at a time ever again.

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