Tuesday February 28, 2012

It turns out, my martini glass was right. I woke up Saturday morning with a splitting headache and feeling a little silly for making yet another drunken entry in my blog……but that feeling soon passed. I do so many stupid things, usually on a daily basis that it’s really hard to feel embarrassed anymore. ……

So Saturday I went (by that I mean, dragged my hung-over ass) for my haircut, which BTW, is FAB!. Tommy (my hairdresser), once again out did himself. Anyway, after my day of beauty at the parlor, I sluggishly dragged my sorry ass, but fabulous hairdo home and decided that a day of rest and relaxation would be best considering my delicate disposition. I spent the day lazing around, eating anything in site and watching my favourite movies; Muriel’s wedding, Party girl, View from the top, Death becomes her and My step mother is an alien.

As the hang over passed and I started to feel human again, true to form………I did it all over…….

My Friend Richard called me and asked if I would like to go out and play pool at our usual Saturday night haunt, the Pumpjack. For those of you who don’t know, the Pumpjack is our local leather bar. I don’t know what it is, but big harry men in assless chaps seem to love me, especially since I grew a beard, but I digress…..

Being a trooper, I slapped on a little lipstick, rouged my cheeks and was good to go……

We played pool and I won every game, 9 in total. It got to the point that nobody wanted to play against me. I, at one point, got called a hustler by one of my victims, I mean, opponents. He calls it hustling, I call it a strategy. I turn up the charm, undo a few buttons, throw back my head and toss my hair, they lose concentration and I move in for the kill and clear the table. It’s not my fault though, My dad taught me to play pool when I was 5, not to mention my family owning various bars and pool leagues around Winnipeg where I spent most of my youth. It’s made me the well-rounded hust…..I mean, person that I am today……

Most of Sunday was spent shopping. We made our way down Robson, browsed around Burberry with a quick stop at the Bel Café in the Hotel Georgia for a pain au chocolat and a London Fog.

Right now it is Tuesday night. We leave for South Africa on Friday and I haven’t even thought about packing. Wayne has been packed since Sunday. I will probably start to think about packing Thursday night, but only if it doesn’t interfere with my wine drinking,……oh who am I kidding, I’ll pack like I usually do,  3 minuets before I leave with the taxi outside honking………Yeah, I procrastinate, so shut up