Today was a good day. An exhausting day but a good day.
A friend that once loved work more than anything, who had never intended to fall in love – fell in love. She dropped by the office today, and we had a wonderful time talking about what it feels like to just know that everything has fallen into place unexpectedly, and perfectly.
My parents proved that they are way too nice, by agreeing to not only take EQ for three weeks, but Neumann for that time frame as well. Tyson had planned on taking EQ for the two weeks I will be in Toronto with Trent and his family, but work just kept hijacking him away from Edmonton. Finally, we were stuck brainstorming for what to do with both of our dogs. My parents moved their anniversary vacation back by a week, so that they could play host to my bad ass and Tyson’s jerky dog. We know, though, that both dogs will come back happy happy campers, whilst leaving both my parents exhausted. Standby Indentured servitude. Indentured servitude go.
The beautiful and fabulous Annie Parkinson sent me a text message to ask if I’d like to attend a U of A friend’s production of The Antidote at Stanley Milner. I was lucky enough to be able to go, and my dear young friend Andrew agreed not only to join us, but drive me as well.
Stepped out to grab the mail after arriving home in the evening to find EQ leaning over the edge of the couch. I think he was checking out the new IKEA catalogue, but I prefer the idea that he was checking out Trent’s face on the cover of the Examiner.
Yesterday morning Trent made me breakfast and that helped improve the momentum of the rest of my day. I found I had enough energy to make lunch and dinner. I finished a load of laundry, and considered folding it. I baked Trent (ME) a batch of brownies. AND, vacuumed. Amazing what a little help in the form of food can do when all of your energy seems to have escaped.
Andrew picked me up, and we were off to the library to begin our fringe adventure. I hate clowns. Hate them. They creep the hell out of me, but these two clowns, Pants & Boots made me laugh, and then made me feel guilty about laughing, and then made me laugh all over again. It was wonderful. Also they made me want to eat pie. Lots and lots of pie. So now, as I type this, a single brownie is thawing on the counter waiting to be devoured.
After the show we decided to head over to the fringe grounds with plans to take in Trent’s first performance of Middleton: A Folk Musical.
But first a short interlude brought to you by frozen yogurt, fruit, chocolate, candy, sprinkles, wonderful wonderful good awesomeness, melting and sticky…I love frozen yogurt.
I knew this was Trent’s first serious role, and I was so damn nervous for him. I was worried about taking friends, what if he sucked? What if I didn’t enjoy myself? What if I fell asleep? Fortunately, the ladies in the production were stunning, and I was ridiculously proud of Trent’s first foray into the dramatic. Peacock feathers unfurl, chest protrudes, yes that’s MY man. I also think there are so many possibilities for growth on this show, and I look forward to seeing what it becomes in the coming week.
I enjoyed the walk back to the truck with Andrew. ”I love that man” I said. ”I like him too” Andrew said.
Lessons from tonight: My parents are amazing. True friends will conduct a spontaneous lice check at the back of a theatre after a show.
True friends will also scratch your head for you and put gum in your mouth when you can’t shake the creepy crawly I have lice eggs on me feeling.
Also, EQ makes a terrible late night blogger.