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2003-12-30 Recap and Rant First I'm going to write about some really nice stuff, which will constitute the recap for teh past week. Then I'm going to bitch, just a little bit, about something that kinda irks me, which will cover the rant. Just a little warning. Heh. * The week up north at my grandmother's was great, but it just went by WAY too quickly. It was a whole seven days, but it seemed more like a weekend. Last Tuesday, we decided that it would make a hell of a lot more sense to pack up the car and drive my mom to get her paycheck and then leave for my grandmother's from there than for my dad and I to wait around at home while my mom took public transport all the way to work and then all the way back home, then eating, then packing the car, and only getting there around 8 or 9. In the end, we had unpacked the car and were relaxing in my grandmother's kitchen by 5:30pm. It was a good thing too, since fog was rolling in and it was really thick on the last stretch before you hit the village. All in all, it was very relaxing and quiet, which was really what I was looking forward to. Sherry, George and Hayley came up on the 24th, stayed overnight (Sherry came with me to "midnight mass" at the church just up the road for the candlelight service), we got up around 9 a.m. on Xmas morning, opened gifts, and then my mom, dad, nanny and I lounged around for the rest of the day when my sister, niece and George went to visit with his family. We had our turkey supper and my grandmother had bought me a birthday cake - a Harry Potter cake to be exact, which was absolutely delicious and came with a tiny ceramic Harry Potter figurine inside. heh. Yup, just turned 24 and I was giddy about my Harry Potter cake. :) The basic rundown of gifts includes clothes, books, a movie, candles, and a ring that I absolutely LOVE from Sherry and George for my birthday. It's a silver Celtic band, exactly what I've always wanted but could never find in my size. I find it funny that right before opening the gift, Sherry said, "I really hope you like it" in that "I'm not too sure if you will" voice. Uh, YES! Anything Celtic, thank you :) I know that Sherry, George and Hayley came back on Sunday to spend the afternoon and have dinner with us, but the rest of the days are kinda a blur. They mostly consisted of me sleeping in pretty late, writing, reading, watching movies, going for walks. One of the days I stopped by the minister's to return a book I'd borrowed. It was supposed to be a fast visit, but we ended up chatting for about an hour while he prepared his supper. And, for any of you wondering if there might be something going on between the minister and I, well, no there isn't, nor will there be in the future. At least not beyond friendship, which is perfectly fine with me. He mentioned a friend who's an Anglican minister who married a pagan priestess. He said that while he is liberal, he thinks that that's a little too liberal. Both of their positions involve going through the journey of life with a partner, but there is so much contradiction in how that journey should be conducted that he isn't sure how these two individuals will do it. Now, I don't know if maybe he was worried that I was becoming attached in that sort of way (which, I guess, was sort of a risk), but if he was, it was a good way for him to let me know that there's no possibility without it being incredibly embarrassing. The surprise was really how nonplussed I felt about it all. Actually, it's quite the relief. Now I can just go over to his place and chat about books, movies, religion, etc. without worrying that I might be seriously complicating my life. Anyway. Back to the recap. Then we can get to the rant. I also know that one of the days I went to the falls near my grandmother's house, as is my tradition. I really don't go there often enough, but seeing as how I had seven days up there, I couldn't really pass up the opportunity. I didn't go for long and I didn't walk far; the snow had been really packed down and it was so smooth that I was slipping and sliding all over the place. But I took a few pictures, enjoyed the fresh air and the roar of the water. When a skidoo went past and polluted the air with the very modern and anti-nature smell of gasoline, I decided that the ambiance had been ruined and it was time to go. It was very nice and very calm, and I was sad to pack up my things to come back to the city. But I made myself feel a little better by reminding myself that at least I was going back to have fun on New Year's Eve. * Which brings us to the rant of the evening. I had thought that I would definitely get to go to a party for New Year's Eve. When I got home and called around, I realized how difficult this quest would be. It seems that everyone is into the quiet "New Year's Eve" thing. Andrea doesn't know what's going on; none of her architecture friends are throwing parties so some of the girls are going to a bar that charges 20 bucks to get in (cheap in comparison to other places, but still; it gets you in to a place that's hiked up the prices of their drinks and then gives you one measly glass of champagne at midnight). Some other people she knows are going to a pool-hall/bar that neither of us are interested in going to. She said that she might just stay at home. Natalie might be going to a party, but it sounds pretty small. It's also a little far away from me. I'm not exactly jumping up and down about it either, since I've been to parties thrown by these individuals and they tend to be rather quiet affairs. She tried to convince me that we should have a "girl's night" where a few of us stay at her apartment and watch movies and have girl-talk. That's fine, and I love hanging out with these particular girls, but uh, I'm single, not happy about it, and it's always nice to have the possibility of meeting a guy. My friend Erin is also having a few girls over to her place to watch movies and drink booze. Sigh. 2003 did not see me going out very much at all. I haven't been to a bar in ages - none that I've danced in, anyway. I haven't done anything remotely "wild" in a really long time. I'm only 24, after all, and I feel that I shouldn't just be watching movies on New Year's Eve. I should be out there, being sociable. Gah. I have this sinking feeling that I'm going to end up sitting at home watching Dick Clark with my parents. As much of a homebody that I am, uh, no thanks. |
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