One gay gals' musings and observations while travelling on the streetcar
The wallet of reason, Whitey’s lessons and an early dinner
Here I sit, a full belly, dish pan hands and sore feet. It’s only ten to eight but it feels like it should be midnight.
This weekend’s been a busy one. Yesterday morning, we ventured off to suburbia to meet the gals for brunch. We stopped off at P’s place first where we dropped off the little head so that she could beat up visit her brother. P, S and I drove over to the restaurant where we were meeting K and a colleague of S’s named Cynthia.
The restaurant was busy as we knew it would be. Even though it was freezing out, there was still a long line-up and an equally long wait ahead of us. We were behind a group of ten and we were a group of five so it took a while for us to be seated. We spent that time catching up while the waitresses collected groups of two for seating. One woman started shouting what sounded like non-sense when one of the wait staff asked how many people were in her group. S and I just looked at each other, unsure of what, or how much to say.
As we were being seated, Cynthia joined us and S introduced her to the group. I sat at the opposite end of the table from Cynthia so I didn’t get to talk to her too much. She seemed very easy going and she didn’t mind our wacky sense of humour.
I kept waiting for S to lean over and tell me she knew our waiter’s story. Alas, it didn’t happen.
While we were waiting for the bill, S and I noticed that the line to pay was quite long. “Look, its the retard from the line!” S said.
“Oh lord,” I groaned. “You’re going to get us killed.”
“What?” S asked innocently.
Not long after we settled our bill and K, S and I made our way to Ikea. Ikea is a great store and there’s lots of stuff at great prices, but as past entries have shown, assembly of Ikea furniture usually leads to the rage. Plus, S likes to shop with her eye while at Ikea, which usually results in “I see it, I want it, I’m going to get it” purchases. At times like these, I’m what we refer to as the wallet of reason. It’s my job to keep S on track in terms of getting only what we came for. Most of the time though, S just gets what she wants anyway.
Not long in the store, we collected a few items. Some of which we wanted, some not. Our main goal for the trip were plates and some storage shelves for the basement. As we made our way through the store, S added items not on our list to the shopping bag. It appeared to me that K was also like S, scanning all corners of the store and adding random items to her shopping cart.
In the plate section, S pointed out these huge cups. They looked like mugs, except they didn’t have a handle. They really were huge though.
“What are we, the Skydome?” I asked, pointing at the mug in her hand.
“Haven’t I ever told you I’ve wanted to drink my tea from a big mug?” she asked, innocently.
“No,” I replied.
“Well, I do, so we’re getting them.”
So much for being the wallet of reason.
At one point, K was looking at lamp shades and I realized I’d lost S. That was not a good sign. It’s like looking after a toddler, when they’re very quiet, you know they’re up to no good. Sure enough, when I did see S she was walking towards me, arms full of light fixtures. “Oh, baby!” I said.
“What?” she asked. “I want it!”
Needless to say, we left with a bit more than just plates and shelving.
We stopped in at P’s place where K quickly said good-bye and I tried to figure out why P’s Bravia television had such a crappy display. We tried a few things but nothing seemed to help. I promised P I’d look online to see if I could find anything to help her out. We collected the dogs (we brought the little head’s brother over for a doggy sleepover) and made our way home.
We wound down our Saturday night with some take out and by watching Transporter 3. “Here comes the fighting,” S said a few minutes into the movie. The movie was so bad; the acting was horrible, the writing was absolutely horrendous and all of the fight scenes were copies of those from the first two movies. We barely made it through the movie, but S figured it was so bad, it was funny.
After watching the train wreck that was Transporter 3, we popped A Long Kiss Goodnight into the PS3. While A Long Kiss wasn’t the greatest movie ever made, following up Transporter 3 made it look like an Oscar winner.
The dogs were chasing the kitty this morning and it was driving me crazy so I got out of bed and took them out for a walk. The little head was having fun walking around in the park until she got to an area where the snow was deeper then she is taller. She wasn’t too thrilled about sinking into the snowy abyss.
Upon returning home, I rewarded the pups with some treats and collected my shovel. I spent the next hour shoveling the snow that had fallen overnight and chipping away at the ice that had accumulated during our recent cold snap. The weather was pretty mild in comparison to that of the last few days so being outside for an hour didn’t suck too badly.
S was up by the time I came back in and we went about getting our day started. We were having friends over for dinner today so we had to get the house presentable. We also had to get groceries so that we would have food to serve them. One of the reasons for today’s dinner was a set up between two single friends of S’s. D, a friend of her old job and L, a friend from her current job. We also invited P so that she’d act as a buffer. The main reason we brought her dog over for the sleepover was so that she wouldn’t have any excuse to back out of coming over for dinner. If she wanted her dog back, she’d have to come by.
After getting groceries and tidying up, we set about readying for our guests. D had to get home early to tuck in his young children so we planned for an early dinner.
“Will you put salt and pepper into our new shakers?” I asked S.
“Sure,” she said. She set about her task while I ventured into the fridge looking for cheese to grate. When I looked back, I saw S was shaking the salt into the new shaker from the old one.
“You’re kidding me, right?” I asked sarcastically.
“What?” she replied.
“Why not just pour the salt in using the box?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said suddenly aware of how silly she looked shaking the salt into the new shaker. “Whitey didn’t learn things like that.” (We always call her Whitey and me the ethnic one on account of our different upbringings.)
Even though it was silly and would have taken her a dog’s age, she looked so adorable as her focus was on getting the salt into the new shaker.
All of guests arrived a bit late but everyone managed to find parking. Unfortunately, D and L didn’t really spend a lot of time talking so I don’t think a love connection was made. Overall though, the conversation was lively and dinner itself turned out quite delicious.
Following dinner, S figured she’d put her new tea mugs to use. She made tea for P, D and herself. Since we only had two of the big honkin’ mugs, D got a regular one and S and P each got a ‘Dome size mug. After pouring in the hot water, S realized the trouble with the mugs. Without a handle, it’s hard to pick them up because they’re so hot. “Oh,” S said, almost defeated. “I guess I’ll have to let it cool.”
I just laughed and laughed. I knew that was going to happen but it was one of those things. She saw those mugs, she wanted them, she got them. Upon giving P her mug, she transfered it to a regular sized cup in order to drink it. S let hers cool in her big honkin’ mug.
For dessert, we had some apple crisp and ice cream. S only took out the Butterscotch ice cream from the freezer. “Do we not have any vanilla left?”
“Not enough for everybody,” S whispered.
“But I don’t really like Butterscotch,” I whispered back.
“You won’t notice,” she replied, laughing.
We stayed in the kitchen giggling like school girls. The big ass mugs and the enforcement of the ice cream policy kept us giggling. That’s one of the things I love the most about S; no matter what we face, we always seem to laugh a lot.I told her earlier today how much I love her smile. I hope she realizes I meant what I said.
Not long after dessert, our guests cleared out and S and I set about cleaning up the dishes. The dishwasher was running full of plates and utensils but there was the matter of the pots and pans to wash. I laid out a tea towel on the counter to put down the pots as I washed them. “Do you want me to dry?” S asked.
“Sure,” I said, appreciative of the help.
After drying one of the serving dishes, S threw her tea towel down on the counter, leaving the remaining dishes to dry on their own. I began laughing and asked if she was opposed to drying those dishes as well.
“Oh, I thought you only wanted me to dry the white ones!” S said getting the giggles again. (The white ones are the serve ware.)
The kitchen tidied up, we came on down to veg out in front of the TV. Here we are, relaxing and winding down our weekend, hoping that this week isn’t as frigid as the last.
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