That's why they invented the word "Oops"

Well, as I sit here, that was quite the weekend.

As noted before, my dad came into town on Friday. We went to the church to do some piping stuff (it's kinda cool....in the world of piping we are able to discuss things as equals, rather than as father and son, so we end up talking more like friends..but I digress), and on the way back, my dad asks if I have any beer at home.

Well, of course I don't. He proceeds to chastise me for not having any beer OR wine, and we proceed to go get a considerable amount of both... which we consume in good time.

The following day, we're on our way to meet my grandparents, aunt, uncle and mum at some snooty restaurant in Waterdown for my grandparents' 60th anniversary, and since we made pretty good time on the QEW, we were there at like 4:15 for a 5pm reservation. Do note my grandparents are 80, so 5pm is about normal. Anyway, as we're going through Burlington, my dad asks:

Dad: "So, we have two options... go to the home [where my grandparents live] or pop into the Coachman [pub beside the restaurant] for a quick pint. Do we turn? [to go to the home]"
Me: "Keep going straight."
Dad: "Good answer."

If you ever wondered where I came from, I imagine a lot just became far clearer in the preceeding paragraphs.

That and I like being at least a few drinks in to be able to deal with my family. Just makes things easier.... you know, for me. And really, that's pretty much all I care about sometimes. Moving on...

So, yeah.

Anyway, Sunday comes around, and I have to get up early for the Police Memorial Parade. Good times. Nothing better than getting up at 6am on a Sunday. In the words of Melissa: "I haven't been up this early since I was up this late!" So the parade is just downright painful, but I do get to see a few friends in other bands that I haven't seen all winter, so that was cool.

And so I head to band practice afterwards, and the ever-present post-practice pints. I'm not sure if this is sad, or not, but everyone starts leaving, and since I know that I'm meeting my buddy Chris (who is briefly in town, and you may recall from such stories as Iain's trip to Ibiza) downtown at some point, but not soon, I ended up staying at the pub for a couple more rounds than usual. Yeah, so we'll ignore the fact that the only people in the pub I knew at that point were the staff.... Meh.

So I meet up with Chris, and we end up at Fionn McCool's, which is actually just the Toronto version of the Tir Nan Og, or Darcy McGee's (same ownership). That shouldn't be an enormous surprise, really. But as he's crashing at my place, we head to my local, the Galway Arms (which you may remember from such stories as Iain and Teresa, or Iain and Greg getting locked in). And continue on our way. Fortunately, Donna was working that night, again, so we didn't exactly have to leave at 2 like the normal folk. Good times.

Once back at my place, seeing as we had spent a significant amout of time talking about music (as Chris and I are want to do) we get onto Limewire... and to make a long story short, I now have a significant folder of amazing dirty house tracks.

I also found I had a problem when I woke up on my futon at like 7 or 8am, and proceeded to just go to bed. Next thing I knew, it was 10:45am. By 11, Chris and I were at Timmy's, and I dropped him off to go galavanting around TO for the rest of the day, but as for work this morning, refer to this post's title, and that's the consensus as to how to deal with the situation.

Life just keeps rolling on.... :)