That Weekend Post

The weekend began where a long week ended. I had two more days of training at work and by the end of it, I felt like I was drinking out of the fire hose. It was just this constant stream of information and sitting there, trying to keep up and maintain interest drained me of all energy. I was too damn tired to cook so we ordered in Thai on Friday night and vegged out in front of the TV the rest of the night.

I had to get up early on Saturday for a dentist appointment. My dentist’s office is located in the same neighbourhood as my former employer so making that trek out there and being in those familiar surroundings always gives me the heebie jeebies.

The commute to the dentist was well over half an hour and while on the subway, I contemplated switching over to the dentist’s other office which is much closer to home. Commuting across the city on Saturday mornings for dentist appointments isn’t my idea of fun. Especially when it means I’m forced to go into the ol’ ‘hood.

While I was at the dentist, the gal pal was being groomed. I look after the groomer’s (our friend’s) web site and I had sent her some changes a few weeks back. Only problem was she wasn’t able to see them because of her browser. S let me know that the groomer was waiting for me after she finished up with the gal pal, so me and my clean teeth rushed home after my appointment.

I came home to an extra cute puppy looking out the front window. She got a summer cut; her fur was cut quite a bit down. She always looks like such a baby after she’s groomed.

I discussed some possible changes to my friend’s web site and she agreed she’d like to proceed with them. After she left, I spent the rest of the day working on her site, trying to clean it up a bit and make it a bit more fresh.

I worked on the site all day, up until we stopped to have dinner before heading off to the Keane show. P was coming with us as well and we initially thought that she’d come over for dinner but she had called earlier in the day to let us know she wasn’t feeling so great so she was going to come just for the concert.

She arrived about an hour later than she said she would; we hung out and chatted before heading out. Even though the doors opened at 8, we didn’t have any interest in listening to the first of the two opening acts so we left just after 9.

We caught a few songs by the second act and then stood around for twenty minutes until Keane took to the stage. Since we had gotten there late, there wasn’t much room to maneuver; we were well in the back. We edged our way forward as best as we could while still being able to see the stage.

“You know, these guys don’t put on much of a show,” S said. “They just stand around and sing.” Hearing that made me wonder if I’d like the show. I’m not a huge Keane fan, so standing through a boring show would not make for a fun night.

It turns out that both the lead singer and the crowd were full of energy. He was all over the place, pumping his arms up to get the crowd to cheer and interacting with the audience at every chance. The keyboardist thrashed himself around as he played and I thought he was going to break his neck a few times. The band sounded really good and the lead singer showed off his great vocals.

Halfway through the show, S and I almost got into an altercation with the three chicks standing in front of us. To begin with, they were annoying as hell, one kept smacking her gum and they would link their arms and bump into me. At one point, all three walked away and I thanked the stars that they were gone.

About ten minutes later, two of the three pushed their way through and stood in front of us again. I looked over at S and knew that she was thinking the same thing as me, “what the fuck?!” It wasn’t like there was assigned seating so I’m not sure why those chicks thought they thought they could leave and come back to the same spot.

The third friend got left behind and I heard her tell the other two Musketeers that she didn’t think she could get through. The other two then proceeded to push passed S and I and pull their friend through. I wanted very much to punch them in the head. S later told us that she was close to spilling the remainder of her beer on the floor in the hopes that the three bitches would slip on it.

Alas, we left that night without getting arrested.

Sunday morning was spent doing groceries and picking up some supplies for the gal pal. On the way to the pet store, we had a bit of an incident on the road. We were driving along and some fucker tried to cut in front of us. We were on a road that had two lanes plus parking along the side of the street. At certain sections of the road, the two lanes were really one and a half so it became one lane of traffic.

This particular idiot was trying to squeeze between us and the parked cars and thus cut in front of us. S honked on the horn a bunch of times, but that didn’t deter the idiot; he kept trying to come into our lane. Eventually, he ran out of road and got in behind us. He then tried to drive around us but S – who was in full rage mode by then – swerved back and forth to prevent him from getting by. I had the gal pal in my lap and was in the process of reading the owners manual for a mysterious light on the dashboard that S had noticed. I didn’t know what the hell was going on when S first started honking but quickly saw what the idiot was doing.

We pulled up at a red light with the idiot behind us and in one swift motion, S rolled down her window, extended her arm out and gave the guy the finger. The next thing I knew, she was unbuckling her seat belt. “Where are you going?” I asked, terrified of what would happen next. S, fuming, paused for a moment and then re-buckled her seat belt. I let go of the breath I’d been holding.

Not long after, we turned onto another street and left the idiot behind. “You alright?” I asked, noticing that S’s nostrils were no longer flaring.

“Yes, I’m calmer now,” she replied, in her most innocent voice.

The car fun continued when we got home. Angry at how close someone had parked in the spot next to us, S pulled the car right up to the car, leaving only inches between the two vehicles. It was really quite the sight.

Happy to be home, alive and unscathed, we put away the groceries. S expressed an interest in putting together the patio furniture she had bought the other day.

The sun was shining down on our backyard and it was really fucking hot outside. We knew it was hot when the pup was unable to keep her feet on the deck. We decided we’d wait until later in the day to put the furniture together.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with S reading and me working on the groomer’s web site. Around 6, with dinner just about ready, S made mention of putting the patio furniture together. Begrudgingly, we went and got the pieces out from the truck.

We couldn’t help but laugh at just how closely S had parked next to the other vehicle. It took some skill to accomplish that feat.

We put together the table first and that was pretty easy. Putting together the chairs was another story. The chair I was assembling wouldn’t line up like it was supposed to. S and I tried to push and pull it into place, but that didn’t work. “I’m hungry and I’m about to lose it,” S said at one point. I suggested she go inside and finish getting dinner ready. I assembled the third chair and put aside the fourth – defective – one.

When S went back outside, we cleaned up the yard. I put the defective chair back in the truck so S could return it today and we tidied up all of the boxes we had opened.

After dinner, I did a bit more work on the web site and then called it quits. Not eating lunch and passing the afternoon by eating sunflower seeds had caught up to me. I was suddenly one tired mo’ pho’. Too tired to blog, even!

A bit of an action packed weekend, if I do say so myself.