Hey Hey! Tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I am super duper excited. 🙂
But, since it snowed like crazy today and I finished my running around this morning and I really don’t feel like getting my feet wet again today I’m home. I made some yummy truffles and worked on getting a spilled coffee stain out of my carpet (suggestions, anyone??) and have been gabbing and watching Christmas specials….and now I figure it’s time to add a new post. Thanks to my cousin Tanya for helping me select the topic for this eve.
PAST SATURDAY NIGHTS
Once upon a time I was super cool on Saturday nights. I was the SHIT!! Seriously. I always had so much fun. I wasn’t a big time partier but I was a big time “let’s have fun” type of gal.
Originally, I was lame and used to organize outings with people I worked with – movie nights and that sort of thing. In our defence, we all worked the shitty morning shifts at our shitty jobs at Tim Horton’s and we were so tired and rarely outside of our little group. But we always had fun. Like I said, we’d do movie nights or game nights or just sit around and gab and eat food nights. And sometimes we’d just drive around and have fun. Good times in the Valley. Regardless, we ALWAYS have laughs and fun.
THEN, years ago, after a break up with an ex, I went thru a huge depression but one day decided I wasn’t gonna sit around and be sad and think about him (the ex) all the time….and I discovered dancing. And here is where my story really begins.
Saturday nights (which actually, for me, began on Thursdays) were for dancing. After my crappy shifts I’d go home and begin preparations for getting my groove on. Thursday evenings thru Saturday evenings were reserved for me and my friends shakin’ our asses at our favorite bar.
But Saturday nights were always the best. I never had to wait in a line up….and back in the day, if you weren’t to the bar by 8pm you were stuck in a line up. Luckily enough, I had friends and always got in the back door (thanks guys!!). I loved my Saturday nights. I rarely RARELY drank which actually made my evenings even better. I remembered everything that happened. I didn’t feel like crap the next day. And I always made it to work on time.
I was very rambunctious and friendly and just enjoyed being out. The DJ reserved songs and would give us a shout out (“Sandy, this one’s for you, Baby…” cue Sweet Home Alabama or I Love A Rainy Night or You Shook Me All Night Long) and we’d dance and have a great time. We’d bust out the Robot or break into the Running Man and we didn’t care. It was so much fun. And for those special nights when I made my way to the City, Kim and I really just didn’t give a shit. We’d dance and make fun of people and be complete fools and we loved every minute of it.
Getting a little older, I discovered new places to go….I enjoyed nights at the Pubs or hitting the Wick (http://www.unionstreetcafe.ca/) for wine and Open Mic night. Some nights we’d go to karaoke (blog post coming soon: Karaoke Me) or to see a live band. No matter what we did, it was always a good time.
I was great at making plans with and for my friends. We had Girls’ night tons of times and even just sitting around the table at the pub and having a glass of wine turned into THE BEST NIGHT! Every night seemed to be the best night. And anyone’s birthday was a reason to party….to get dressed up and go out and have a great time. *sigh* Where have those times gone? I love my friends so much. I kept good company. I still do. But I’m getting older and friends are marrying up and having babies and, to be honest, there’s not a lot of options for us to go out to anymore. Boo.
BAAACK in the day I made my co-worker, Shane, my dancing bitch. I dragged him out dancing with me one night and after that he was told he had to come out with me every night. We had good times…dancing and being jerks. Several years ago we ended up going out dancing again with some friends. I wore a white tank top (*ahem* “wife beater“), a pair of jeans and a ball cap. I really didn’t give a hoot about anything that night and wasn’t getting dressed up for anyone. Let me just tell all you ladies out there….THE BEST NIGHT EVER!! I’ve never been hit on so many times in my life. The next time we all went out dancing again another woman in our group wore the EXACT same outfit trying to get the same reaction. Lame. Lisa, do you remember these nights? Can you vouch for them??
All in all, Saturday Nights Rocked! Back in the day. Nowadays I usually spend my Saturday nights with Blair at home. Kinda boring sometimes but the important thing is that we are together. Once a month, I have a Saturday night to myself when Blair is working his backshift and I TRY to make those nights count…unfortunately, I don’t do too much…usually a glass of wine with a friend. Maybe this year I will start making Saturday nights more fun. Perhaps I’ll start organizing Girls’ Night again and we can all head out to the pub or to the Wick or find some place to go shake our booties. So ladies of my life, please be advised and prepared to start having fun.
Merry Christmas and all the best to you all and your families.
The other day Jaime and I took a road trip into the City to do some Christmas shopping. We arrived before the malls were even open. Of course, the first thing we did was make our way to the facilities because, as I’ve mentioned before, I have the bladder control of a newborn and need to pee…constantly. The mall was promoting having your photo taken with Santa and plastered on every mirror in every bathroom was a creepy picture of Santa….peering over his shoulder. So, of course, we had the perfect photo-op. It was early and it made us giggle. Sshhhh ….Santa’s Watching!
Once at the other mall we parked underground. Trying to get out ended up being another adventure. Now, keep in mind that I have been parking underground for years. But, for some reason, I ended up being a simpleton the other day. The sign was OUT and was clearly placed and POINTING down a particular lane so we went down that lane. We went left…and drove right back to where we’d just come from. So we went down the lane again and went right…..Right to a dead end. And not a normal dead end…but one that abruptly stops and you have no where to turn around. WTF? How are the people who are parked down there supposed to get out? So, here I am again maneuvering my car so I can turn around and attempt, once again to get out of the dungeon. Back to the top where we started….IGNORE the Out sign and stupid lying arrow point down the lane…..go straight…right into another dead end. Are you effing kidding me????? Who designed this place? Maneuver…shuffle. Okay, I’m turned around now and bitching and cursing and trying to find my way out. Jaime is
laughing in hysterics. FINALLY, we make our way out. Yay!!! Daylight.
I know, these stories may not sound like the funniest you’ve heard, but BELIEVE ME, if you were there, you’d be laughing at them too.
Let’s have a look at some of our recent shenanigans 🙂
We like to sit on Santa’s Knee 😀
We also take photos of really cool outfits that we think each other (or others) might “like”:
And we take multiple views of some of these cool items.
I saw this wonderful purse one day and, although my initial reaction was “WTF was that designer smoking??” I felt a little selfish being the only person able to enjoy such a
tacky spectacular find. I BBMed it to Jaime.
SOMETIMES We RECRUIT new members: Welcome, Melissa…you are officially an Asshole!! 🙂
Who says Care Bears don’t make you cool?
We like to try new outfits:
Oh…such fun….such chaos….such shenanigans. Jealous? No?
From Denis Leary’s ASSHOLE
No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense (oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane, While people behind me are going insane. I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole) SOMETIMES we like to take photos of funny things:
A SUH-WEET Mullet is
ALWAYS a good photo op
WELL….There you have it….your first lessons on being an ASSHOLE.
We also follow people around to take pictures of their baaaddd outfits. I’ve guilty of that 3 times this past Friday alone. But I’ve decided to do a separate post on that topic. I think it’d be more fun.
Okay, so a girl “I know” posted this link recently to her blog. The guy in the video is her friend’s brother and a dancer in NYC. Apparently this is the 3rd annual Christmas video card. It is hilarious and totally brightened my day. I hope it brightens yours too.
PS WordPress is being a massive douche and will NOT let me post the effing URL link. Grrrrrr!
Okay, I’m a little late with this post as I should have posted it last week. But this Shout Out! goes to my wonderful boyfriend for completing Movember. Thank you, December 1st, for arriving….FINALLY!!
If you’re out of the loop you can find out more about Movember here: http://ca.movember.com/about/, but just to bring you up to speed, the Movember initiative is in support of Prostate Cancer awareness. Just like we women have our Breast Cancer Awareness initiatives, the guys need to promote their cause too and the way the men do this is by growing a mustache for the full month of November…and I am a proud supporter of my Movember dude.
That being said….I’m glad that damn thing is GONE from his upper lip. Hideous looking thing, it was. And everywhere I looked, Facebook, parking lots, streets, it was like bad porn mustaches had sprouted on the faces of all men. Ick.
Regardless, in all honesty, it is something to be proud of….Seeing all these guys rallying together in their brotherhood and supporting each other in their above-the-mouth growth. Some of the mustaches are very creative and impressive. Some, however, are kinda sad and pathetic. I saw several guys who I really just wanted to offer a lint-brush to. Poor things.
All-in-all…Movember around these parts had received plenty of publicity and promotion so I thought it only fair that I give my guy and his Mo-bros a little recognition and love too. Way to Mo!!
Until next year, dear Mustache!