Weekend Musings
Friday night Jason and Sonia had a lovely garden party at Sonia's parents' place for their engagement, after which I had the joy of driving up to the cottage to see my parents for a little while (yesterday being Father's Day and all, I thought it would be a nice idea). Fortunately, I got a call from my friend Myalee, who is out in Calgary right now, and that helped me to pass the time.
The main reason for her call was to tell someone the story about how she asked a guy out at work, only to find out he has a fiancé.
Myalee: Really, I think I learned a lesson here. When a boy seems to like you, and he's not making a move, it's not just cuz he's shy. Sometimes he's engaged! I didn't think I was at an age yet when that's a concern, but apparently I am.
Me: When you first called me, I was at an engagement party, talking to Paul and Andrea. [whom Myalee knows, and knows are married]
Myalee: Right, I forgot about them. I guess we are at that age, huh?
Me: It would seem so.
And so with another hour and change of driving to contemplate that thought, I got thinking... I know that I like to bitch about people getting married, getting older, becoming adults, whatever... but you know what? Generally speaking, I couldn't be happier for my jewellery-exchanging friends. Why? Because they all seem to thoroughly enjoy one another's company. They're all clearly in love. I guess I'll become sad and jaded once I start to see my friend settling for someone just for the sake of getting hitched, but until then, I'm just going to enjoy the party.
Anyway, I rolled into the cottage at about midnight, and I proceeded to chat with my parents for like two solid hours. We really only went to bed because we had all been up fairly early that morning, and so 2-2:30am was starting to get late.
Saturday morning, we were all up between 9 and 10, and then kept talking about anything and everything until about 2pm, when I decided that I really needed to get rolling. It's little snippets like this that make me realize that I have a far more egalitarian relationship with my parents than I used to. We basically discuss topics as equals, and I really think that they give creedence to my views and opinions. Obviously they're still my parents, and they have a wealth of experience that I like to draw on, but we can still talk about life, people, and events as equals... I enjoy that.
Saturday night, I went to Queen's Players Toronto with Nora, her sister Frances, Ian and Maya (another engaged couple!). I got that special kind of drunk. I'm going to have to email Nora to find out how I got home. Judging from the cash I had left on Sunday morning, I'm going to guess cab, but we'll see.
Sunday was, of course, band practice. I had a minor revelation. I've been to band practice feeling crappy before, but this was weird. I actually had a waaaaaaaay better practice Sunday, after being out late the night before, than I did on Thursday, when I hadn't had a drink in several days. The difference? I had played my pipes Thursday, Friday, Saturday leading up to yesterday... however, leading up to Thursday I hadn't played in a couple of days due mostly to having gotten two fillings on Tuesday.
Weird, huh?
The main reason for her call was to tell someone the story about how she asked a guy out at work, only to find out he has a fiancé.
Myalee: Really, I think I learned a lesson here. When a boy seems to like you, and he's not making a move, it's not just cuz he's shy. Sometimes he's engaged! I didn't think I was at an age yet when that's a concern, but apparently I am.
Me: When you first called me, I was at an engagement party, talking to Paul and Andrea. [whom Myalee knows, and knows are married]
Myalee: Right, I forgot about them. I guess we are at that age, huh?
Me: It would seem so.
And so with another hour and change of driving to contemplate that thought, I got thinking... I know that I like to bitch about people getting married, getting older, becoming adults, whatever... but you know what? Generally speaking, I couldn't be happier for my jewellery-exchanging friends. Why? Because they all seem to thoroughly enjoy one another's company. They're all clearly in love. I guess I'll become sad and jaded once I start to see my friend settling for someone just for the sake of getting hitched, but until then, I'm just going to enjoy the party.
Anyway, I rolled into the cottage at about midnight, and I proceeded to chat with my parents for like two solid hours. We really only went to bed because we had all been up fairly early that morning, and so 2-2:30am was starting to get late.
Saturday morning, we were all up between 9 and 10, and then kept talking about anything and everything until about 2pm, when I decided that I really needed to get rolling. It's little snippets like this that make me realize that I have a far more egalitarian relationship with my parents than I used to. We basically discuss topics as equals, and I really think that they give creedence to my views and opinions. Obviously they're still my parents, and they have a wealth of experience that I like to draw on, but we can still talk about life, people, and events as equals... I enjoy that.
Saturday night, I went to Queen's Players Toronto with Nora, her sister Frances, Ian and Maya (another engaged couple!). I got that special kind of drunk. I'm going to have to email Nora to find out how I got home. Judging from the cash I had left on Sunday morning, I'm going to guess cab, but we'll see.
Sunday was, of course, band practice. I had a minor revelation. I've been to band practice feeling crappy before, but this was weird. I actually had a waaaaaaaay better practice Sunday, after being out late the night before, than I did on Thursday, when I hadn't had a drink in several days. The difference? I had played my pipes Thursday, Friday, Saturday leading up to yesterday... however, leading up to Thursday I hadn't played in a couple of days due mostly to having gotten two fillings on Tuesday.
Weird, huh?
posted by Iain @ 10:47 AM
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